Dramatization of fairy tales at school. The script for the play for elementary school a fairy tale in a new way "Teremok"

Grandfather lived in a village

Together with the woman for many years.

Grandfather

Get ready, grandma, grandpa

Steamed turnips for dinner.

Grandmother (stomps her foot, waves her hands at grandfather, then spreads her arms.)

If you want a turnip - so go

Plant in the garden!

Grandfather

Well, I guess I'll go

Yes, I'll plant a turnip.

Turnip (slowly rises, humming)

Respected by the people

I grow in the garden.

So it has grown big.

How good is it.

Sweet and strong

I am called Turnip.

Grandfather (admired)

The turnip has grown to glory,

Haven't seen one, right!

Grandfather What should I do? How to be here?

I'll call Grandma to help.

Come on, Grandma, come on

Look at the Miracle Turnip!

I lived for many years

But didn't see that...

Truth is a miracle of miracles:

Turnip almost to the sky!

Grandfather

I really want Turnips,

Yes, you see, the roots are strong

The turnip stuck to the ground...

Help me, do me a favor!

Grandmother (shakes her head in surprise)

I'll grab Grandpa,

Together we pull the Turnip together.

Once - here it is!

Two - that's it!

Oh, don't pull it out.

Turnip (sings and dances)

to you with such a beauty

Nothing to do!

grandma

I'll call my granddaughter for help.

Come on, Mashenka, run,

Help pull the turnip!

Granddaughter

I run to help.

Where is he, naughty vegetable?

Once - here it is!

Two - that's it!

No, don't pull it out!

turnip

With a beautiful turnip

and the three of us can not cope!

Granddaughter

That's a turnip, well, a vegetable!

You know you have to call for help.

Bug, Bug, run,

Help pull the turnip.

bug

Woof, Bug is ready to help.

I'll cling, woof-woof, to my granddaughter.

Woof-woof - got it! Woof-woof - together!

Woof!!! And the turnip is in place!

Woof - one more time, that's it!

Woof - do not pull out in any way!

turnip

With a beautiful turnip

four can't do it.

bug

Have to click the cat

To help a little.

Murka! kitty, run

Help pull the turnip.

Cat

Meow! Moore! I'm glad to help.

What do you say should be done?

Got it, the answer is simple:

I'll grab the bug's tail.

Meow - they took it together, together!

Meow! Moore! And Repka is in the right place!

turnip

to you with such a beauty

Five of us can't handle it.

bug

The mouse would be clicked into the yard.

Cat

Moore! Without a mouse, we see

Can't handle the turnip.

(mouse enters)

Cat

Don't be afraid of me baby

I am a neighbor, Murka-cat.

Meow! Moore! Run after me

Help pull the turnip.

mouse

Pee-pee-pee! How cute!

I'll help you if you have the strength.

(He grabs the murkin’s tail, commands “pee-pee-pee.” Everyone pulls together and, pulling out the turnip, falls.)

Oh, what a turnip came out

Big, tasty and strong.

That's what the whole family means -

Friendly, cheerful.

Grandfather (addressing the audience)

How strong is the mouse?

Well, yes, friendship won!

Pulled a turnip together

That sat firmly in the ground.

All.

And we'll throw a whole feast

Cheerful for the whole world!

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Tale of a hungry mouse.

Once upon a time there was a mouse, his name was Peak. Once Peak looked out of a mink and said: “I want to eat. What would you like to enjoy?" The little mouse ran out of the mink to look for something to eat. He sees a doll lying on the floor. The girl played and left. “What a beautiful doll, delicious, I guess,” Peak thinks. Ran up to the doll. Grab it with your teeth and immediately spit it out. No, not a tasty doll. You can't eat her. He looked around and saw a pencil lying on the floor. Handsome, red. The boy drew and left. “A beautiful pencil, probably delicious,” Peak thinks. He ran up to the pencil, grabbed it with his teeth and immediately spat it out. Not a tasty pencil, you can gnaw it to sharpen your teeth, but it’s not good for food. He looked around, he sees a newspaper. Dad read and forgot. “Oh, what a newspaper! I’m definitely hired by her, ”Pick thinks. He ran to the newspaper, grab it with his teeth and let's chew. He chewed a little and spit it out. Not a tasty newspaper, I do not want to eat it. Suddenly, Peak felt that something smells delicious. Look, there is a piece of cheese on the floor. Someone dropped it. This is what I'm going to eat, Peak thought. The mouse ran up to the cheese, grabbed it with his teeth, and did not notice how he ate the whole piece. “Delicious cheese, it’s a pity that it’s over,” Peak thought and ran to sleep in his mink.

Mouse gifts.
The case was under New Year. The little Mouse sat under the Christmas tree and thought: “Oh, it's good to be Santa Claus! You walk around, give out gifts to everyone, everyone smiles at you, everyone is happy. Why shouldn't I be Santa Claus?
The Mouse took a bag and went through the forest to collect gifts. He will find an acorn - and in a bag, he will find a bump - and in a bag, he will find a piece of bark - and in a bag. Berries also put in a bag. So the Mouse collected a whole bag of gifts. Sat down under the tree to rest. And then the boar runs, snorting with his nose: “Hello, Mouse, why are you sitting here?” - "And I'm playing Santa Claus, I've collected a whole bag of gifts" - "Is there a present for me?" "Here's your stomach." Then the squirrel jumped up: “Did Santa Claus bring me a gift?” - "Here you are, Squirrel, bump!" - "Chirik-chirp" bird flew in. “Here you are, a gift - berries!” And here is a gift for me - seeds! “Thank you, Mouse,” said the animals. “I treated everyone, I didn’t forget anyone!”
You can change the heroes of the fairy tale, depending on the toys that you have, so the mouse can bring a hedgehog - mushrooms, a bear - cones, a hare - a carrot, a fox - a fish, a wolf - a bone, etc.

"Cube and Ball"
Tili, tili, tili bom
A fairy tale comes to our house.
Children rhythmically tap their fists against each other
The cloud is rising children slowly raise their hands up, moving their fingers),
fairy tale begins...
Once upon a time there was a dog Tyapa, he had a lot of toys. He especially liked to play with balls and cubes. Once he took his balls and decided to build a tower out of them. He puts the ball on the ball, but the tower does not work out (ask the baby to put the ball on the ball). Tyapa was upset, no matter how he could not build a tower. He then took the cubes and decided to play football. He kicks the cube with his paw, but it does not roll. What to do, why? (Let the baby try to push the cube so that it rolls) Tyapa became completely sad, he sits and cries. She heard Tyapa crying, Anechka’s doll, she came and asked: “Tyapa, what happened, why are you so sad.” Tyapa says to Anechka: “I wanted to build a tower out of balls, but I didn’t get it, I wanted to play football with a cube, it didn’t work out either ...”. “What are you Tyapa,” says Anechka, “You messed everything up. You have to build a tower out of cubes, and play football with a ball.” And Tyapa and Anechka began to build a tower together. One cube was put by Tyap, the second by Anechka, the third (let the baby put). The tower is tall. Tyapa and Anechka began to roll a ball to each other. The ball rolls well, far, easily (let the baby roll the ball). Tyapa is happy, he likes to play with Anechka.
Give the child a ball, a ball in his hands and ask him to roll in his hands. The ball is easy to roll. Give the cube in your hands and ask to roll the cube in your hands. The cube is difficult to roll - the corners interfere.
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"Silver Key"
Just before the New Year, the hare wanted carrots. Where can I get it in winter? Winter is not summer.
The hare descended into the ravine, began to drink water and found a silver key at the very bottom.
The Hare galloped to the Elk.
-Come on, - he says, - to change. I'll give you a silver key, and you give me a carrot.
“I would love to,” sighed Elk, “only I have nothing but lingonberry berries, and they are running out. Better go to the Hamster.
- You have a good key, - the Hamster praised the Hare. Just right for my closet. Only I have nothing but wheat grains, and even those are running out. You better run to the village, to the people.
The Hare threw a bag over his shoulder and galloped, and the village: across the field, across the river, across the birch bridge.
The Hare stopped at the extreme hut, just wanted to knock on the window, as if out of nowhere, the owner's dog jumped out. She barked, purred.
The rabbit got scared and ran away.
A hare ran into the forest, caught his breath, and Santa Claus comes towards him, looking for a silver key. The Hare showed him his find, he is the very key.
- Well, Hare, - Santa Claus was delighted, - now ask me for whatever you want.
- I, grandfather, do not need anything other than carrots. But where can I get it in winter? Winter is not summer.
- It's true, not summer, - Santa Claus smiled. What about the silver key?
Santa Claus clapped his hands, a trio of horses harnessed to a sleigh appeared. And on the sleigh - a chest.
Santa Claus opened it with a silver key and began to get gifts from the chest. Cowberry - for Losenok. Grains - for the Hamster. Carrot - for the Hare.
And we have a New Year's cake.

I. Schukin. "First snow"
There lived a bunny. One morning he went for a walk and saw that all the greenery, bushes and trees turned white. I tried it with my paw - it's cold ... Yes, it's snow!
The first snow fell! The bunny was delighted and began to jump and jump, leaving traces in the snow. He jumps and sings a song: "White snow, white snow, how good you are, white snow!" Suddenly he hears a bunny: the knots crackled - the bear cub is coming. Top-top-top-top. “Teddy bear, let's run in the snow together, play snowballs,” says the bunny. “I would be glad, but I can’t, it’s time for me to go to the lair, go to bed until spring, so that the bear has dreams.” And the bear cub went further through the forest. Then the bunny saw - the hedgehog runs, knocks with its legs. “Come on, hedgehog, run with you on the snow!” - "I can't, I'm in a hurry to my mink
under the pine. It's time for me to go to bed until spring, I'll watch dreams all night, ”and the hedgehog stamped his little legs. The bunny was surprised: both the bear cub and the little hedgehog will sleep all winter. And the bunny does not sleep in winter! And he again began to merrily jump on the snow. "White snow, white snow, how good you are, white snow!"

Hares and a snowman.
On a stump by an old spruce
White bunnies were sitting.
- What would we like to do?
- Brothers argued sadly.

And we played in the snow
And ride up the hill!
Let's maybe
Sculpt a snow woman!

Exactly! Got down to business
And the work is in full swing!
Five bunnies roll
Huge snowball.

Whom the second was easier,
The third - the younger brother blinded!
Hands - two big sticks,
And the hairstyle is from a washcloth.

Cheerful nose - from a carrot,
From knots - eyes and eyebrows.
Mouth and cheeks - from mountain ash,
The hat is from a large basket.

Bunnies jump around
- Hello, hello, snowy friend!
He suddenly nodded his head
And winked at the rabbits:

Do you want bunnies
Play hide and seek with me?
The elder shakes his head.
- Our snowman is alive!

At this time behind the bushes
clanging Gray wolf teeth.
Only he jumps to the hares!
And meet the snowman!

The wolf was terribly scared
The snowman followed him.
What is this snow beast?
Wandering through the woods now?

The wolf groans softly in fear,
He will not touch the hares anymore,
After all, the brothers have a new friend,
He is the strongest around!

***
We shared an orange

There are many of us, and he is one.

This slice is for the hedgehog,

This slice is for a swift,

This slice is for ducklings,

This slice is for kittens,

This slice is for the beaver,

And for a wolf - peel.

He is angry with us - trouble!!!

Run somewhere!

CAPRISE
Matryoshka (goes out and stops in the center, is naughty, stomps, spins)
I don't want to wash my hands!
I don't want to eat!
All day long I'll whine
Don't listen to anyone!
Barbos and Murzik are quietly talking to the side.
Barbos. What happened to our Matryoshka? She cries, screams, doesn't want to do anything!
Murzik. Let's go to her! Let's talk, let's talk! (suitable)
B. Matryoshka, let's go for a walk! Look how good the weather is!
Matryoshka. And I want a bad one! Let it rain!
Murzik. Then you'll get wet.
Matryoshka. I want to get wet!
B. Do you want to eat? I will bring you...
Matryoshka. (interrupts) I don't want anything. No meatballs, no candy. No tea, no milk, no cocoa.
Murzik. And you don't want ice cream? Creamy... chocolate... strawberry... lingonberry?
Matryoshka. No ice cream, no cake!
B. Are you cold? Bring you a handkerchief?
Matryoshka. I'm not cold and I'm not hot! and I don't need anything.
Murzik. Why are you crying and screaming?
Matryoshka. Why am I screaming?
What do you care?
I do not want anything.
I'm tired of everything!
B. Maybe you are sick? Say ahh?
Matryoshka. Beee-eh.
Murzik. Breathe!
Matryoshka. Breathe yourself.
B and Murzik. Now we are listening to you. (cling to the matryoshka).
Mi B. Yeah wow
Matryoshka. What is "aha" and what is "wow"?
B. Defined
Murzik. Exactly this!
Matryoshka. What are you saying?
B. and Murzik are whispering.
Barsbos. Fine! So be it, let's tell you a secret.
Murzik. Just don't tell anyone.
Matryoshka. I won't tell anyone. But what?
Barbos. You swallowed Caprice!
Murzik. He flew tutu and flew into your mouth when you cried.
Matryoshka. Did I swallow Caprice? And what is he?
Barbos. He is an angry, unwashed, terrible beast.
Murzik. Beech, slyuka, Loves boredom, He's got into you now!
Barbos (points to the belly and back of the matryoshka). Here he is! Here he is! Close, close!
And he is called - Caprice.
Murzik. He got into you, and you yourself became a Caprice!
Matryoshka. I don't want to be naughty!
Barbos. Then say cheerfully and well: “I don’t want to be Capricious and I won’t be capricious anymore. Caprice get out!
Matryoshka repeats.
Barbos and Murzik. Departure! There, there he flew Caprice! Drive him away!
Matryoshka. Where has he gone now?
B. Look for guys who are standing with their mouths open, crying and acting up. He will fly into their mouths and they will become Whims!
Matryoshka. I won't cry anymore.
All together. Better eat you toffee
Or sweet crackers
A caprice, a caprice
Drive away quickly!
go away

"ANT AND WHEAT GRAIN"

The grain of wheat that was left in the field after the harvest was impatiently waiting for the rain to dig deeper into the ground in anticipation of the coming cold weather.
An ant passing by noticed him. Delighted by the find, he, without hesitation, heaved the heavy prey onto his back and crawled with difficulty to the anthill.
In order to get to the house before dark, the ant crawls without stopping, and the load puts more and more weight on his overworked back.
- Why are you yelling? Drop me here! the grain of wheat pleaded.
“If I leave you,” answered the ant, breathing heavily, “we will be left without food for the winter.” There are many of us, and everyone is obliged to hunt in order to increase the reserves in the anthill.
Then the grain thought and said:
“I understand your concerns as an honest worker, but listen to me carefully, smart ant!”
Satisfied that he could take a breath, the ant dropped a heavy burden from his back and sat down to rest.
- So know, - said the grain, - I have a great life-giving force, and my purpose is to continue new life. Let's make a deal with you.
- What kind of contract?
- But what. If you do not drag me into the anthill and leave me in my native field, then exactly in a year you will receive a hundred of the same wheat grains in return.
The surprised ant shook his head in disbelief.
“Believe me, dear ant, I am telling the absolute truth!” If you now refuse me and wait, then later I will reward your patience.
The ant thought, scratching the back of his head: “A hundred grains in exchange for one. Yes, such miracles only happen in fairy tales!
— And how will you do it? he asked, bursting with curiosity but still not believing.
- Rely on me, - answered the grain, - this is the great secret of life! Now dig a little hole, bury me, and come back in the summer. At the appointed time, the ant returned to the field. The wheat grain kept its promise.

TALE FOR THE PERFORMANCE "Dwarf Gnomych and Izyumka"
At the end of Grasshopper Street, on the very outskirts of the city, where the city already ends and the fields begin, lay an old, moth-eaten hat. And under it lived a gnome. He was small in stature, like all gnomes. But he was not old enough. And therefore all friends and acquaintances called him respectfully - Dwarf Gnomych.
But - alas! - one autumn, a strong wind came up, picked up the house-hat and took it away with it. He had to find another place to live. And soon, in a neighboring garden, he found a large, very large pumpkin, from which the gluttonous titmouse managed to peck out the entire core. "Good!" - decided Dwarf Gnomych - "Of course, the pumpkin is not as warm as a hat, but the wind will not drive it away."
Gnomych made a door out of a piece of oak bark, carved a window in the wall, glazed it with a fragment of a broken bottle. The stove was made of clay, instead of a chimney - a piece of a rusty pipe. And the stove, if it is well stuffed with dry cornstalks, is full of heat.
“There is nothing to regret that the hat was blown away by the wind!” - thought Gnomych, sitting near the hearth - "This pumpkin house, it seems to me, is much warmer than any hat." There was only one misfortune: everyone who walked past or just flew over the gnome's house strove to peck at it or bite off a piece of it.
Gnomych every now and then had to get out of a warm corner, go out onto the porch and drive away all sorts of rooks, crows, mice and hares.
"You are blind, aren't you? Can't you see that they live here? - he shouted indignantly and waved a goose feather broom. “They also found a tavern for me!”
But when darkness fell, and Gnomych lit a candle, even the most blind crow saw and guessed: the light was on inside the pumpkin, which means that it was impossible to eat it.
One evening Gnomych was sitting in an armchair reading a newspaper. Suddenly it seemed to him that someone was champing behind the wall. Who would it? And when a hole formed in the wall, Gnomych realized that someone was impudently devouring his house. And, grabbing a broom, he ran out the door.
And what do you think he saw? Some tiny pig is standing at the door and calmly gnaws off piece after piece from his gourd. In anger, the Dwarf Gnomych shouted: "I'll show you how to gnaw at other people's houses!" Piglet whimpered plaintively:
- So you want to eat!
- All the same, it does not give you the right to come here and devour
my house! Actually, I could certainly give you a piece of corn tortilla. Okay, come on in!
- A piece of my favorite cake! - the piglet rejoiced.
In less than a minute, the whole pumpkin house was buzzing from the pig champing.
- This is a choir-chorus-good kuh-kuh-kuruza! - the pig grunted contentedly, gobbling up the cake.
- Stuffing your mouth, do not talk! - Gnomych made a remark to him -
Remember, when I eat, I am deaf and dumb. And most importantly, don't chew.
When chewing, keep your mouth closed.
- How so? I chew and my mouth is closed. It won’t work,” the piglet squeaked incredulously.
“It will work,” the Dwarf assured him. - You just try.
Piglet tried, and he succeeded! And then the cake ended.
The dwarf Gnomych scratched the back of the pig and said: “When you come home, do not forget that you should always eat beautifully.” And the pig suddenly began to cry.
- What happened to you? – surprised Dwarf Gnomych.
- Nothing. I just remembered that I don't have a home now.
The owner kicked me out. Said I wasn't growing at all. He feeds me, feeds me, and I'm still shriveled, like dried raisins.
Then the good Dwarf felt sorry for the poor pig.
- You know what, Raisin, stay with me.
Piglet grunted: “Hurrah!!!”
After that, they jointly filled up a hole, which Raisin chewed in the wall. And then they put out the candle and lay down by the warm stove to sleep.

PUPPET SHOW "BOY AND BALL"
I show the children a puppet show once or twice a month. This time I took a fairy tale from Larechina's book "The Development of Emotional Intelligence". We made characters together with children from natural materials.
Fairy tale "The boy and the ball"
There lived a boy. He loved to run, jump and play with his ball. Jumping gallop! the Boy jumped; jumping gallop! - the ball jumped (repeat 3 times). But once the ball bounced high, high and flew far, far away! The boy began to look for the ball. He looked under the bushes, looked behind the stump, but there was no ball anywhere. Then the Boy sat down on the stumps and wept. Suddenly the leaves rustled. “Pee-pee-pee,” a thin voice rang out. It was the Whispering Mouse who heard the Boy crying and ran out from behind the bush.
— Hello, Boy. Why are you crying so bitterly?
- Hello, Mouse. I lost my ball. Mouse, have you seen him by any chance?
- No, I didn’t see it, but I’ll run and look for the ball now. And the mouse ran away. And the Boy went further along the path to look for his ball.
— Chiv-chiv! (2 times) Hello boy! I am the Birdie! What are you looking for?
- Hello, Little Titmouse, I lost the ball. Have you seen him by any chance?
- No, but I'll fly high, high and see where your ball is. And Titmouse flew away.
Thanks, Birdie! The boy said and went on. And suddenly he saw the ball itself rolling towards him, and even snorting.
At first the Boy was frightened, and then, when the ball rolled up very close, he saw that it was the Hedgehog carrying the ball on his thorns.
Thanks, Hedgehog! - said the Boy, removing the ball from the prickly back of the Hedgehog.
- Please! - said the Hedgehog and ran into his hole. The boy tightly pressed the ball to his chest and joyfully ran home.

TALE-PERFORMANCE FOR THE FLASHLIGHT HOLIDAY "GIRL AND FLASHLIGHT"
Puppets for a puppet show: a girl with a flashlight, a spinner, a shoemaker, a sun mother, a girl with a ball.

Props: stars, a burning flashlight, an extinct flashlight, a spinning wheel, a spindle, a boot, a ball, a mountain, a house where a girl lives, a spinning house, wind.

"Girl and flashlight"
Once upon a time there was a girl, she had a flashlight. She went out into the clearing with her flashlight and sang a cheerful song:

The dusk of the night is not terrible.
The angels' stars are burning
My flashlight is on.
And the little animals ran out of their holes: a hedgehog, a fox and a bunny - and rejoiced at the girl. Suddenly the wind blew up with a roar and blew out the flame.
“Ah,” the girl exclaimed, “who will light my flashlight?” She looked around, but there was no one around. The girl sat down on a stone and wept bitterly. "Won't anyone help me?" But the stars heard the girl, and three stars descended.
We're flying from afar
We bring light from heaven.
In the dark night we helmet rays,
We give people hope.
And the star was whispered in the girl's ear: “You should ask Mother Sun for advice. She'll help you light your flashlight!" The girl was delighted, said: “Thank you, stars!” And went on her way.
The girl came to the hut, and there lived an old spinning woman. She sat at the spinning wheel and spun yarn:
Weave, weave, spindle,
Pour, light, into my window.
Spin, thread, in a ball,
All warm socks.
And the girl says to her: “Hello, grandmother! Do you know the way to Mother Sun? Are you following me?" The old woman answered her: “Oh, I can’t, dear, I have to spin yarn, turn the wheel and pull the thread. Come on, take a rest before the road. You still have a long way to go.” The girl entered the hut. When she had rested, she said goodbye to the spinner and went on.
At last she came to the shoemaker's house. He worked, pounded with a hammer:
I knock, I knock, I knock, I knock.
I sew, I sew boots, I nail heels.
I sew, I sew boots, for children's legs.
“Good afternoon, dear shoemaker,” said the girl, “don’t you know the way to Mother Sun, won’t you come with me?”
“Oh, no,” said the shoemaker, “I still have a lot of boots to patch up. Come take a rest before the road. You still have a long way to go." The girl rested, took her flashlight and went on. And she saw a high mountain. “The sun probably lives up there,” she thought, “and she ran up the mountain. She met a little girl with a pigtail who was playing with a ball. “Come with me,” the girl called her, “let’s go together to Mother Sun.” But the girl with the pigtail did not want to give up the game and galloped further across the meadow. Then our girl went uphill alone. She climbed higher and higher and further and further. Finally, she reached the very top. But there was no sun at the top of the mountain. The girl was very tired, lay down to rest and fell asleep.
The girl was fast asleep, and the Sun, who had seen the girl for a long time, waited for the evening and went downstairs. It lit a flashlight and retired over the mountain.
When the girl woke up, she saw that the flashlight was on again. “Oh, my flashlight is on again,” the girl rejoiced, jumped to her feet and joyfully began to descend the mountain. On the way, she again came across a girl with a pigtail. She was very sad because she had lost her ball and could not find it in the dark.
“Let me shine a flashlight on you, and we will find your ball!”. The girl raised her flashlight higher, it became light, and they found the ball. The girl with the pigtail shouted joyfully: “Here it is, my ball. He rolled under a bush. Thank you girl." And the girl with a flashlight ran on, ran to the shoemaker's house and saw that the shoemaker was sitting very sad. “My fire in the stove went out, and my hands were completely frozen from the cold. I can't work, I can't make boots." “I will help you,” said the girl, “I will take the flame from my flashlight and light the stove again for you.” She did just that. The shoemaker warmed his hands and went back to work. “Thank you, girl,” and the shoemaker sang his song again.
And the girl went on. She went to the hut of the old spinner. It was dark in the burner. “My candle has gone out,” said the spinner, “I have been sitting idle for a long time, I cannot spin.” “I will help you,” the girl rejoiced, “I will take the light from my flashlight and light your candle again.” And so she did. It became light again in the burner, and the old woman again set to work. “Thank you, girl,” and the old woman sang her song again.
And the girl ran on. She came to the clearing, and it became so bright from the flashlight that the little animals woke up from the bright light and ran out of their minks. And the girl carried a flashlight, lit the way for everyone and joyfully sang her song.
We are not afraid of a late evening,
The dusk of the night is not terrible.
The angels' stars are burning
My flashlight is on.

THE TALE ABOUT THE EASTER BUNNY

A long time ago, in an ordinary forest inhabited by a variety of animals, there lived a friendly family of hares.
Once, when the April drops loudly clicked the mother hare on the nose, the hare smiled and said:
- Well, my hares, and spring has come! Soon we will change our coats, and the whole forest will first turn black, then turn green, and then be covered with flowers and berries ...
- Hooray, - the hares jumped merrily.
And only one hare quietly said:
- I don't want to change my coat...
The hare was alarmed:
- How so, baby! Indeed, in a white fur coat in spring and summer you will be visible to everyone! You can easily become the prey of both the fox and the wolf... No, no! I can't lose you!
“You don’t understand, mommy,” said the hare. - I don't want to wear a gray coat. I would like to be colorful. Like a rainbow!
- But there are no multi-colored hare coats. We only have white and gray ones ... - and she pointed with her paw at the closet, in which other hares were already merrily swarming, choosing a fur coat according to their size.
The little rabbit sighed.
- And yet I want to become colorful ...
- There are no multi-colored bunnies! - mournfully splashed her paws hare-mother. - However, I can go to Grandpa Owl. He is already 300 years old, and he probably knows something about bunny coats...
***
Grandfather Filin was dozing in his hollow. When the mother hare politely knocked on the trunk of the tree, he opened one eye, peered at the guest and asked through his drowsiness:
- Something happened, Zayushka? - he remembered her as a small unintelligent hare jumping through the forest ...
- Hello, grandfather Filin. I would never dare to disturb you, but I have such anxiety in my heart! ..
Grandfather Filin opened his other eye and, ahead of the sobs of the hare mother, asked:
- What kind of anxiety? It seems quiet in the forest...
- You see, grandfather Owl, my little hare does not want to change his white coat!
- Disorder. So he will be in danger. Did you explain to him?
- I explained. He understands everything. It's just... he doesn't want to be gray... he wants to be... colorful! - Here Zayushka could not stand it and cried.
- Don't cry Bunny. It's not a problem yet. True, in the 300 years that I have lived in the world, I have never seen multi-colored hares.
The hare continued to cry.
- You know, - Owl started up, - sometimes there are exceptions to the rules. Try asking Raven. Here he has been living in the world for 700 years. Maybe he saw colorful hares?
Hope flashed in Zayushka's eyes. She smiled at Owl and, saying "Thank you", ran to the edge of the forest. There, on an old oak tree, a gray-haired raven was sitting and pecking at a cone.
- Hello, grandfather Crow! - shouted the hare mother (everyone knew that the old raven was deaf).
- Hello, Bunny. Why are you so out of breath? Do you want to tell me something?
- I want to ask, grandfather Crow.
- Ask. I will think and answer. I always do this,” Raven said importantly.
“My little hare doesn’t want to change his fur coat,” the mother hare blurted out.
- Disorder. Doesn't he understand that any animal will notice him like that?!
- He understands. But he doesn't want to be grey. He dreams of a colorful coat...
“How many years I have lived in the world,” Raven said after a pause, “but for the first time I hear about such a desire ...
- But have you never seen colored hares in those 700 years that you have lived? - the hare asked with secret hope.
- Never. Raven shook his head. - Advise him to leave this idea better. So long and before the trouble ...
Zayushka sighed sadly and went to her hole. She was even afraid to think that her little hare would not change her coat and fall into the clutches of some insidious beast...
***
Sobbing, she sat down on a mound of snow and became completely invisible. After all, everyone knows that a white hare in winter can never be seen in the snow.
And only the Sun, cheerfully strolling across the sky, noticed strange gleams on the mound. It was the tears of a hare mother.
- Why are you crying? - Sunshine shouted loudly (after all, everyone knows that Sunshine cannot speak differently).
- My little bunny might get into trouble. He doesn't want to change his coat. Soon the snow will melt and it will become visible to any animal: the wolf, the fox, and ... - the hare said sobbing.
Why doesn't he want to change his coat?
- He doesn't want to be gray! He wants to be colorful! - and the hare sobbed.
And the Sun, on the contrary, laughed loudly.
- So this is nonsense! If you want, I'll make it colorful!
- But there are no multi-colored hares ?! - said the hare. - I asked Owl, and Raven ...
- That's because no one ever asked me about it! So bring your bunny here! - and the Sun added. - But for this he should become my assistant!
- He's still so small. Suddenly he can’t cope. - the hare mother doubted.
- Cope! He will become an Easter Bunny. And every year on the eve of Easter, he will jump into the houses where children live and paint eggs and Easter cakes with colorful pollen from their ears.
- And no one will eat it? Will my boy be safe? - not believing her ears, the hare did not let up.
- Completely safe! Call him soon! - And the playful sun began to play with its rays.
***
Mother hare rushed with all her legs into her hole. Her little bunnies had already picked up their new fur coats and showed off in front of each other. Every now and then they shouted to the little brother:
- Look how beautiful! Choose yours too!
But the white hare shook his head negatively.
The hare mother ran into the house and blurted out from the threshold:
- You will have a multi-colored coat, son! The sun agreed to help you!
Not believing their ears, the rabbits froze. Fluffy was the first to come to her senses:
- Hooray! Nobody will eat our brother! He has a multi-colored coat! - and rushed to hug the white hare, which simply glowed with joy.
In a cheerful crowd, the whole family fell out onto the hillock. A hare mother came out in the middle, hugging her snow-white baby with her paw.
- Where is he, my new assistant? - the Sun said with a smile and extended a rainbow hand to the hare.
And the hare began to climb the rainbow. And his snow-white fur coat began to bloom in beautiful colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple ...
The brothers and sisters admired this miracle from the hillock and waved their paws at it. And the multi-colored hare shouted merrily:
- I'll get back to you! Wait for me at Easter!
***
And every year on Easter Eve, a colorful Easter Bunny jumps into the houses where children live, shakes its ears over eggs and Easter cakes and paints them with all the colors of the rainbow!

Svetlana Shanova Toksyur

HOW ROOKS BRING SPRING

At the very edge of the world, in the realm of ice and snow, where even the sun rarely looks, lived the old and evil sorcerer Chemor. It is cold and dark in the Chemorov Palace. They live in its dungeons, cold and blizzards, fierce winds fly out from here into the world. No animals run here, no birds fly in. Old Chemor is rich. His treasury is immeasurable. In his icy garden, silver trees stand with golden leaves. The dew on them is pearls and diamonds. Birds on the branches are made of precious stones. Indescribable beauty. Only dead beauty. There is no life in it. And Chemor wanted fresh flowers to grow in his garden, and birds to fly and sing songs. But no matter how much the sorcerer conjured, he could not make silver trees bloom and stone birds sing. And then Chemor decided to take possession of the sorceress Spring, to whom all living things were subject. And so, when Spring Red passed by that side, the sorcerer lured her to him with cunning spells and imprisoned her in a high tower.
And there was great sorrow on earth. All living things are waiting for Spring. But Spring does not come, and its traces are not visible. Finally, a rumor came that Spring was languishing as a prisoner of an evil wizard.
Then animals and birds gathered to give advice on how to get into the sorcerer's palace, how to rescue Spring from there?
Deer Golden horns was on the council - the king of all deer. He shook his golden horns and said: “I will ride to the ends of the world and carry Spring away from the Chemorov Palace!” He pounded his hooves on the ground, looking - his trace had already caught a cold.
The animals rejoiced. Birds chirped, flapped their wings. Waiting for the coming of Spring. Only one Rook - all the rooks the king sits thoughtfully, shaking his head. He somehow flew into the region where the Chemorov Palace stands, saw impregnable walls. I saw a giant guarding the entrance. It is not an easy task to free Spring.
And the Deer Golden Horns, meanwhile, makes its way through the dense forests. All sides were peeled off by a thorny bush. Broke the horns. I finally reached the mountain where the Chemorov Palace stands. Looks, the walls of the palace prop up the sky. Do not jump over these walls. Deer Golden Horns understood that he would not be able to free Spring. He lowered his head, trudged to his native land.
Beasts and birds gathered again for advice. They think how to proceed. How to free Spring from the villain.
Then the Bear-Mountain speaks - the king of all the bears: “I will gather the bear army, I will destroy the palace, I will not leave a stone unturned!”
"Do not destroy you. Bear Mountain, that palace! - the Tsar Rook answers him. Here cunning is needed, not force. But how do you come up with this trick?
Bear Mountain did not believe him. Gathered a bear army and set off on the road. Bears run - the ground trembles under them, the forests part, the trees bend down to the ground.
Chemor heard noise and clatter. He looked into the magic mirror and laughed. He opened a forged chest, took out a copper jug, where he kept poisonous dope. He said the spell and sent it to the animal army.
With a snake's whistling, a thin stream crawled out a sleepy fool, enveloped the earth in a white cloud.
Fatigue attacked the bears, an irresistible sleep bowed to the ground. And the dope did its dirty work and climbed into the vessel again.
Bears lie on the ground in a witching dream. The snow swirled, covering their tracks. Snow whirlwinds piled around. And so the bear army disappeared.
Animals and birds again gathered for advice. They've lost all hope, they don't know what to do now. And here Tsar-Rook stepped forward: “I finally figured out how to free Spring!”
Everyone was surprised what a small bird can do, where the King Deer and the King Bear did not master?
And Tsar-Rook flew to the impregnable palace. How long did it fly short, now the tower is visible, where Spring languishes. Here is her window.
Spring saw him, rejoiced and began to complain about her life: “Ah, my old friend, will we see when the forests are green and the fields are wide? Do not leave me from the Chemorov Palace. The evil sorcerer guards me tightly.
“Be patient a little, you can’t leave on the ground, we’ll fly away in the sky! Get only from the sorcerer, so that he is allowed to go into the garden, ”Tsar-Rook tells her.
Tsar-Rook told her about his plan. Spring cheered up. Chemor came to visit her, and she sings songs. There is a wreath of forget-me-nots on his head, a blush on his cheeks. The sorcerer fell in love with her. And he looked out the window and was completely delighted - flowers grew in the garden under the window, not icy - alive.
Spring is silent - the miracle flowers withered. Then Chemor began to persuade Spring: “Sing some more, I will give you expensive outfits for this, dresses made of semi-precious stones.
“I don’t need your outfits,” Spring answers, “it’s better to let them into the garden, admire the sky.”
Chemor frowned, afraid to let her on the ground: what if he charms the watchmen, but runs away to freedom?
“No,” he says, “I won’t let you into the garden, but you can admire the sky and from the roof.” He opened the door that led upstairs, and there, on the roof, there was a fenced area.
Chemor left, and left the door to the roof open. Spring is just what it takes. At dawn, she went out to the platform, took the cover with her. Even the sun had not risen, as the rooks swooped in, apparently-invisibly. Spring sat down on the bedspread, the rooks picked her up and carried her across the sky.
Chemor woke up from the sound of wings, he sees - the sky is black-black. He rushed to the tower, and Vesna was gone.
The sorcerer took out a flying carpet - he flew after Spring. But the birds pounced on him: they beat with their wings, peck with their beaks. And one rook rose to the very heights and from there rushed at the villain.
Like a black lightning flashed in the sky and struck Chemor. Here he came to an end.
Meanwhile, the rooks carry Spring farther and farther. And where it flies, everything comes to life there. The bears woke up from a magical dream. Snowdrifts swept away, roared joyfully, ran after Spring. They run, and around the snow melts, streams run, grass breaks out from under the ground.
This is how the rooks brought Spring on wings to their native places.
Natalia Listikova

THE LOST SONG (Eskimo folk tale)
Spring came. From the warm regions, two snow buntings flew to the rocks near the Bering Strait. They built their nest on a high cliff near the sea.
The mother bunting laid an egg and began to incubate it. I was afraid to fly away from the place so that the cold wind would not blow the egg. She covered him from the rain, malnourished, lacked sleep.
Finally, a son hatched from the egg. Yes, so lucky, so handsome! No one on the coast could have had a prettier chick. One thing is bad - very noisy.
Here, indeed, parents had no time to drink, eat, or sleep. If the father flies away to prey, the mother cradles the son. If the mother goes away, the father fusses over him.
Once a mother bunting sat on the edge of the nest and sang a song to her son:
Whose little paws are those? Whose little wings are these? Whose little head is that? Whose little eyes are those? Whose-whose, whose-whose?
He flew past the crows, heard a song, sat down nearby and began to listen. Listened, listened and listened. He liked this song so much, it's impossible to say. He began to ask for a bunting:
- Give me a song! Give me a song!
- What you! - says the bunting. - I can't give it back. She is one of us. I don't have another song.
“I beg you,” says the raven. I can't live without this song now.
“And my son can’t sleep without a song. And do not ask, I will not give!
Raven angry:
“You won’t give back with kindness, I’ll take it by force!”
He ran into a snow bunting, snatched a song from her and flew away.
Here the snow bunting son screamed, burst into tears. And the mother bunting cried.
Bunting-father returned from hunting. He sees and hears - the son screams, his wife sheds tears over him.
- What's wrong with you? he asks. - What trouble happened?
“A terrible misfortune,” the mother answers. - A raven flew in, took away our song. Now my son will never fall asleep, he will cry all over! How will we live?
The snow bunting father became angry, his eyes flashed, he stamped his foot:
“Give me my hunting gloves, my combat bow, my well-aimed arrows!” I’ll fly off to look for the offender, I’ll tear out a song from his throat!
He flew, flew, saw many birds, but still not crows ... Now a partridge runs between stones, then a plover whistles. Finally I saw a whole flock of ravens on the cliffs. He sat not far away, put an arrow on the bow, pulled the string, and waits. Whoever sings his song - that and the arrow.
However, the crows are minding their own business. Old men bask in the sun, old women gossip. The youth are playing games. Crow guys whisper something in their ear. And no one sings songs - neither Punochkin's, nor his own. Once, another croak, but is this a song!
The snow bunting-father flew on. He flew, circled, sees, a raven sits on a tree, one sits in the branches. The beak is raised, his eyes are closed, he sways from side to side and sings and fills:
Whose little paws are these? Whose little wings are these? Whose little head is that? Whose pretty eyes are those?
Sings and starts again:
Whose little paws are these? Whose little wings are these?
"Here he is, the villain!" Here he is, the kidnapper of the best song in the world! - said the bunting father.
He sat on a branch of the same tree, pulled the string, shot an arrow at the crow. An arrow slid along the smooth wing and fell to the ground. Raven did not even notice, did not open his eyes. Sings-poured.
Then the bunting-father snatched out how many arrows were in the quiver, laid them between his fingers and began to shoot at the robber. Four arrows at once.
And the raven sings:
“Oh, whose little paws are these?”
“Oh, whose little wings are these?”
“Oh, oh, something hit me in the side!”
“Oh, whose pretty head is that?”
"Oh, something's bugging me!"
“Oh, whose are those pretty eyes?”
- Oh-oh! Oh-oh! I can't anymore! Kar-kar-r!
And he released a song from his beak.
And the snow bunting-father grabbed her and flew rather to his nest.
He flies up, hears - the son screams, the wife cries.
“Don’t scream, don’t cry,” the bunting father tells them. - I took our song from the evil raven. Here she is!
The bunting mother was delighted, she sang a song. The son calmed down, fell asleep.
Since then, the snow buntings, as soon as they see that a raven flies by, fall silent. They are even afraid to open their beak. Here is the song and saved. And now all the snow buntings sing it to their noisy children.

10 recipes for fairy tales in the dark:
1. A jar of light: put candles-pills in half-liter jars, turn off the light, turn on the music and arrange dances with jars of light.
2. Make boats from walnut shells, insert candles (birthday) into them and let them float in a bowl, basin or bath.
3. Put a shred (blanket), a ball of cotton (pillow) into one of the shells, and you will get a bed for Thumbelina. Blind a Thumbelina from plasticine, put it in a crib and let it swim among the luminous boats.
4. Light paintings: on reverse side draw a fairy tale on a sheet of loose paper with pencils. Turn off the lights and place a piece of paper in front of a table lamp. Dip the brush in sunflower oil. Swipe the brush over the paper - part of the pattern will appear.
5. Take a small mirror, put it on the table. Stick candles on it and put glass balls and other beautiful things between them.
6. Take a glass bowl. First, stick long candles to the bottom, and then pour water into a bowl. It will be especially interesting when the candles burn out almost to the very water.
7. Shadow theater on the wall. You don't need anything but a table lamp.
8. Pour water into a bowl, take a household candle and drip paraffin onto the water. You can make islands and bridges connecting them.
9. Fold a house out of cubes of refined sugar and put a small candle inside. Cubes can be glued together with an egg solution.
10. Take silver and other beautiful wrappers. Cut them into small pieces, put in a transparent bottle and pour water. When you shake the bottle, a snowstorm will rise inside.

Fairy tale script new way"Teremok" for elementary school

Author Lyapina Vera Valerievna teacher primary school MBOU secondary school №47 city of Samara
Purpose: This script can be used by elementary school teachers in school theater competitions.
Target Facilitate disclosure creativity, talents of students
Tasks:
Learn to distinguish between good and evil using the example of a fairy tale plot;
Development positive emotions, acting skills;
Raise interest in fairy tales, love of reading;
Cultivate team cohesion.

Holiday progress:

buffoons
We are folk artists
Buffoons, masters,
Welcoming you today
Let's shout amicably: "Hurrah!"
Let's start the show
Everyone knows, without a doubt,
Fairy tales, but in a new way.
Everyone is happy with this story.
"Teremok" we will show you
We'll tell you everything without hesitation.

buffoons
In our fairy tale, to be honest,
There are no such characters.
Modern children:
And what is this fairy tale?
From the hall they suggest - "Teremok"
buffoons
We don't need hints here -
Everyone knows and loves,
carefully guarded by all,
old fairy tale"Teremok".
This is not REP and ROCK for you,
Children are happy with this story.
Modern children
Tales for children? Oh no.
How are you going to surprise them now?
Are you intimidating, are you laughing?
They should be given a fighter
And not the old "Teremok".
Children love everything, for good reason,
Fights, tricks and nightmares.
buffoons
Is it possible for kids
See this... hustle and bustle?
Modern children
Well, of course, even very,
Thriller everyone wants to see!
buffoons
Do they want to spoil the story?
2nd buffoon
Well, be quiet, you, do not argue!
1st buffoon
If you want to speak
It's best to tell us honestly.
In a fairy tale we all have enough space,
Let's show the story together!
2nd buffoon
Hedgehog, cockerel, frog,
Mouse - gray norushka,
Wolf, Bear, and with him the Fox,
A master of intrigue.
Let's start the show
Fairy tales for everyone!
Buffoons and children descend from the stage. The Frog's melody sounds. Frog Appears

Frog
Oh, I'm a poor wah
homeless frog,
My house was taken from me
They kicked me out of the river.
Don't go back there
The water is poisoned there.

What do I see, teremok!
I'll go up to the threshold.
Maybe open the door for me?
I will finally find shelter.
He looks around, bypasses the tower.
Quiet, empty, no one...
Shouldn't I take it?
buffoons
Well, the frog has found shelter,
Then the Mouse came to her.
The melody of the Mouse sounds, the Mouse appears

mouse
How can I, the Mouse, not grieve?
How can I live without a mink?
Fat cat house manager
He is always and everywhere right,
Took my mink
And rented out to others.
Lesson for the poor mouse.
I saw the tower
What do I see, teremok!
I feel success awaits me
I'll ask for an overnight stay.
Who lives here, open up?
Let me sleep for the night!
Frog comes out
Frog
Paws, ears, tail sticking out ...
Is that a mouse, what is it squeaking?
Well, of course, a mouse-norushka.
mouse
Hello, little frog.
It's hard for me to go on
Let me into the teremok.
Frog
Come to the house soon
We will live with you together!
buffoons
The night has descended. Just suddenly
Rooster came out of the forest ...
The melody of the Rooster sounds, crowing

Rooster
The life of an artist is not easy
The rooster was pecked.
Genius is not recognized
Dithyrambs are not sung ...
Cuckoo, crow!
Throw me something in the river!

Frog
Who's screaming here at night?
Doesn't it let you sleep peacefully?
Rooster
Do not yell, the artist sings.
Ah, illiterate people!
mouse
It's Petya the Cockerel!
Don't rush to the river, my friend!
Come to Terem soon!
Pour some tea!
Rooster
How glad I am to have met you
In your difficult, bitter hour!
buffoons
That's how it happens in life
A friend saves a friend in trouble!
Mouse, Frog, Cockerel
Friendly, fun live,

They sing loud songs.
Hedgehog melody sounds

mouse
Who is jumping in the meadow?
Oh, not to make out in the fog.
Rooster
Why, it's a prickly hedgehog!
Looks like Schwarzenegger!
Frog
And what a handsome man, right!
hedgehog practicing karate
Master of sports, you can see right away!
Hedgehog
Who is squeaking from the bushes?
Frog
Oh, my soul is on fire!
Rooster
Where are you from, passing by?
We live in the wilderness, ignoramuses.
And we haven't heard from you.
Have you been here before?
Hedgehog
No, it's my first time here.
I used to be small in stature,
Everyone offended me.
Yuyl I'm frail and sick
But I decided to become "cool"!
I am a sambist and karateka,
Wushu wrestler and judoka!
I can win anyone!
Frog
We would have such a watchman.
Come to us in the tower to live.
We will feed you.
Hedgehog
What are you waiting for, let's go!
Show your Teremok
Eat, drink
I will serve you faithfully
Guard your Teremok.
buffoons
Hedgehog, Cockerel, Frog,
Mouse - gray norushka
They began to live and live
Don't waste time!
Knit bast shoes
And sell on the market.
Modern children
Oh, scream, laugh,
Look, the store is open!
What kind of business! Just laugh!
It's not a sin to deceive such people!
Someone is running through the woods
This is the Wolf running with the Fox.

Lisa sounds. Wolf and Fox appear
Fox
Look, Gray, teremok!
Signboard from two boards!
Yes, it is locked.
What kind of animals live here
Bast shoes-brooms weave?
We would like this room!
We would find a use for:
We would open a bar in the forest,
Rock stage invited!
The forest would buzz day by day
Money would flow like a river!
Wolf
Oh, I love money!
I'll put them in my wallet!
Fox
Whose wallet is this?
Hush, I hear the clatter of feet!
Wolf
Hedgehog, Mouse,
Rooster, Frog...
Let's hide, old lady!
They hide behind the tree, the animals come out
Hedgehog
I see footprints all around.
Who wandered here, Rooster?
Rooster
Wolf and Fox, their trail is familiar,
Their duet is criminal.
Fox
Someone was calling me, it seems
Oh, yes, this is my friend Hedgehog!
Ah, what a cool playboy!
A bunch of muscles, mountain-mountain!
If only we could seduce him!
Guard the premises!
Fox dance
Fox
Mouse, Frog... My God!
With whom did our hero contact!
Wolf

And the Rooster, he's for food!
mouse
No matter how bad it is!

Fox
Hedgehog, would come to serve us,
We will pay you!
Not in rubles, but in green,
You would have millions!
Hedgehog
No, Fox, don't try
Don't be fooled by me!
I don't sell friends.
And I don't rent!
Fox
What are you, what are you, dear friend!
Wolf
A rooster sits on the window
It's easier to deal with him.
Talk to him, Fox!
Fox
We'll take the rooster
We'll take a ransom for him.
Refers to Rooster
What do I see, our artist!
How handsome and vociferous!
Rooster
Cuckoo, ko-ko-ko!
Being an artist is not easy!
Fox
We opened a bar in the forest
The rock band was invited...
Would you be our soloist?
Wonderful artist!
We want to listen to you!
Wolf
And for me it would be better to eat!
Fox
Your place is on the stage!
Rooster
Your invitation is flattering!
Everyone knows my singing
Cuckoo-ko-ko-ko,
Being an artist is not easy!
Fox
Wolf, hold it, grab it
Push him into the limousine!
The Wolf grabs the Rooster and hides it in the car. The fox and the wolf drive away and sing a song

Deceived, deceived
Mouse and Frog "cheated"
Wrapped around the finger
We got the rooster!
Wolf
I need to report to the boss.
How can we be with the Rooster?
Fox
Mikhalych is waiting for us in the cafe,
Lemonade, apparently drinking.
Ish, much to command,
A little not so - I'll drop in the eye!
Wolf
He has one concern...
What a dirty job
Wolf and Fox rush, hurry!
The whole day since Pasha's morning!
They drive up to a cafe in which the Bear is sitting in an armchair.
Bear
Who's been plowing here since morning?
Wolf and Fox? Our heroes.
Where did you go? Where did they wander?

Wolf
You got a rooster!
Bear
Rooster? Is it a big deal?
Why do we need a rooster, Wolf?
Wolf
Can we eat a rooster?
It will be a great ear!
Fox
Wolf, you just have to eat!
Wolf
You, Fox, do not go to us!
Fox
Gathered two fools!
I won't give them a rooster!
I'll take the bird!
Tries to run away with Rooster
Wolf
Where are you going, sister?
Fox
It's time for us to go
It will be dark soon!
They are driving along the road, suddenly they see a barrier with the inscription "CUSTOMS" The melody of the song "Our service is both dangerous and difficult" sounds. Behind the barrier is a Hedgehog in the form of a policeman and all the animals

Bear
Look, what a miracle!
Grew up out of nowhere
Customs is here...
Fox
The path is closed.
See the red light is on!

Hedgehog
Well, get out quickly!
Submit your documents!
Show me what you're carrying!
Unlock your trunk!
mouse
Export of berries and mushrooms
And other forest fruits
Small, large, fat birds
Banned across the border!
Rooster
Crow!
Frog
The export of poultry is prohibited across the border!
Hedgehog
I confiscate the rooster!
Bear
What more nonsense!
Who are you, where are you from?
Wolf
No matter how bad we...
And since when did they put up a fence here?
Hedgehog
How to resist the authorities?
Wolf
Maybe it's better for us to hit the road?
I feel that they will beat!
Fox
Better to bribe the guard!
Hedgehog
Yes, perhaps there is a reason!
So, for a bird, a million.
Give up and move on.
Bear
It hurts cool he takes!
buffoons
Hedgehog distracts attention
The mouse opens the trunk
Takes out the rooster...
Goodbye, bye!
Fox
My head is spinning
Cockerel, after all, is not a Firebird!
Take half a lemon
And open the border!
Hedgehog
Only for you, Fox,
I open the border for you!
Bear, Fox, Wolf leave The animals sing:
Spent abroad
And put in the trunk
With a fly agaric bag, -
Kidnappers - a lesson!
No money and no birds!
Goodbye, Wolf and Fox!
That's how it happens in life
A friend saves a friend in trouble!
Helps, rescues
Pours into a mug of tea!
More fun to live together!
Friendship is to be treasured!

Modern children
Well, the fairy tale has been twisted!
Let's just say we were surprised!
We must be honest
It was very interesting!
buffoons
Until now, the animals live together
Pancakes-pies are baked,
They drink mead and kvass
And grief and adversity do not know!
Everyone goes to the teremok,
When the night comes
The animals in the tower fall asleep,
And we will close the tower to the castle!
Let the teremok sleep until the morning!
Goodbye viewers!
Goodbye, children!
We will meet again, of course!
Many, many fairy tales
There is in the world.
We will choose the most fun for you,
But next time!

The final song sounds

Republic of Tatarstan, city of Kazan,

Municipal budgetary educational institution

"Gymnasium No. 4 with Tatar language learning"

Dramatization of Russian folk tales

"Snegurochka" and "Morozko".

primary school teacher

[email protected]

year 2014

Dramatizations of Russian fairy tales are intended for extracurricular work on literary reading in primary school. Creating a dramatization has long been used in school form creative work. When staging, the narration is translated into a dialogue and encourages students to creatively "embodiment" of literary images, sharpens attention to the literary text. There is an activation of reader's perception, imagination develops, empathy is brought up. Fairy tales are most successfully staged in elementary school. Children are very fond of watching, listening, reading fairy tales, but they especially like to “participate” in fairy tales, that is, take part in dramatizations. Preparatory work (making costumes, scenery) is no less exciting for the guys. Parents may be involved. During rehearsals, not only creative, but also communicative qualities of children are revealed. A performance on stage is always a holiday for children, parents and teachers.

Target:

harmonious development of the child's personality by means of aesthetic education, the development of his artistic and creative skills, moral development

Tasks:

1.Develop and realize the creative abilities of children.

2. To develop the cognitive sphere (thinking, speech, memory, imagination).

3. To cultivate a culture of speech, to form the skills of diction, facial expressions and plasticity.

4. Develop the ability to act with a word, evoke a response from the viewer, influence his emotional state

5. To form the ability of children to interact with each other on stage and in real life.

Snow Maiden.

Lived in Lukomorye

Grandfather with his old woman.

Every day they asked God

To send them children.

Once in the winter before Christmas

Both went out to the porch.

Decided to shake the old

And the Snow Maiden was blinded.

̶ Oh, what a beauty!

Even to the waist braid!

̶ All in golden snowflakes

And blue boots.

Suddenly the Snow Maiden woke up, came to life.

"Dad mom!" she just said.

Grandfather and woman began to hug their daughter,

Praise God and kiss each other.

The three of them began to live together.

Baba and daughter embroidered, cleaned the house,

They baked pies and fetched water.

Grandfather worked all day in the workshop.

For business, time passed imperceptibly,

After the winter cold, it suddenly warmed up.

Spring is red in the yard, flowers are all around,

Only now the Snow Maiden is not until spring.

̶ What are you, Snow Maiden, sad,

Do you just look out the window and stay silent?

̶ Or what trouble do you have?

You open up, we will understand you.

̶ Do not worry about me, father and mother,

I miss winter again.

̶ Look what. And you go for a walk

Pick beautiful flowers in the meadow.

̶ And your girlfriends are calling you.

All with baskets: they go for berries.

̶ You follow them, daughter, go to the forest too

And grab the basket that grandfather made.

Here the girlfriends came to the dense forest,

They began to sing and lead a big round dance.

And the Snow Maiden in the shade of a young birch,

Tears flow from her eyes like a river.

And the girlfriends began to collect branches

And kindle a huge fire in the center.

Friend after friend began to jump over the fire.

̶ Well, Snow Maiden, your turn has come.

̶ You, my beautiful girlfriends,

Laughs, my frolics,

Do not scold the Snow Maiden later,

Mother, father, farewell! ̶ and disappeared over the fire.

Morozko.

(based on the Russian folk tale)

The woman lived alone in the village

And she raised her daughters alone.

Nastenka worked in the morning,

And Marfusha was just sleeping.

STEPMOTHER:

Hey, Nastya, come here.

Oooh, shameless eyes.

Bring water soon

Look, don't drop it.

Here Nastya pulls from the well

Bucket full of water.

Suddenly the rope broke

The bucket fell at the same hour.

NASTYA:

What should I do, how should I be

You have to swim for the bucket.

Nastya jumped and then

She suddenly felt

In front of the ice house

Knocked, opened the door

Morozko told her:

MOROZKO:

I know, Nastya, why

You came to me Want

I'm burning for your help.

You hang out a little

Get the house in order.

I will give you a bucket

Gold and silver.

Nastya instantly got down to business:

She swept the carpets boldly,

Cooked a pie

And knitted a sweater.

MOROZKO:

Nastya, my dear,

I am satisfied. For business

I will reward you in full

And now it's time to go home.

Nastya entered her house ...

STEPMOTHER:

You bastard, where have you been?!

Who will work in the house?

Wow, shameless soul!

NASTYA:

I served Santa Claus

Here is the award.

STEPMOTHER(sucking up):

Oh you, my daughter

Why were you silent? Oh yes…

You're tired from the road

Sit down, tell me first.

Nastya told everything here.

Martha began to dress.

And throwing a bucket into the water,

She ran after him.

And at the bottom I met her

Morozko himself said:

MOROZKO:

I know why Martha

You came to me Want

I'm burning for your help.

You hang out a little

Get the house in order.

I will give you a bucket

Gold and silver.

Martha then took a broom -

Dust rose to the ceiling.

The whole cake burned in the oven.

Santa Claus was dumbfounded.

He gives her a gift

And at the same time hints:

MOROZKO:

Merit and reward.

Send you back!

Martha entered her house.

MARFA:

Nastya got rich.

Izh, what suddenly wanted!

I became richer than Nastya,

Here take a look!

And fell.

There is only water in that bucket.

The story is over, folks!

Characters

Vitya Perestukin.

Kuzya cat.

Guards:

Exclamation mark.

Question mark.

Vitya Perestukin comes home from school. There is a table, a chair, a radio and a cat Kuzya in the room. Wearily sits down on a chair, throws the briefcase. A cat approaches Vita.

Vitya. It’s good for you, Kuzya: you don’t have to go to school; no rules, no multiplication tables; no one scolds for a deuce. Not life - raspberry.

Turns on the radio.

Radio. Hello friend. Today I will tell you a story.

Vitya. The story is good. That's life in fairy tales! (Yawns.) All you have to do is do nothing! (Yawns.)

He takes a ball from under the table and starts playing with the ball and the cat.

Radio. So-so, Vitya Perestukin. (The boy opens his mouth in surprise.) So you don't want to do anything? Then you need to visit Far Far Away Kingdom.

Vitya. In Far Far Away? I agree. But as?

Radio.

Repeat after me:

You fly, soccer ball,

Don't skip and don't jump

Don't get lost along the way

You fly straight into a fairy tale,

Where do Viti's mistakes live,

So that he is among the events,

Full of fear and anxiety

I could help myself.

If you fail, you will stay there forever!

The ball rolled, followed by Vitya and the cat jumping off the stage. Cat. Where did we get?

Vitya. Kuzya! Do you speak like a human? That's great!

They join hands, spin around merrily, notice a gate with a large lock, on the sides of the guard: one with a question mark, the other with an exclamation point. Signs. Where? It is forbidden!

Cat. And who are you?

Exclamatory. Everyone knows me and my brother.

Interrogative. We are expressive signs.

Interrogative. The most significant is the question mark.

Exclamatory. I am the most wonderful - an exclamation point.

Vitya and the Cat. We would like to go into a fairy tale.

Interrogative. Can you write "lock" and "key" correctly?

Exclamatory. Come in! Vitya writes: "The key ..."

Cat. Write faster.

Vitya. Wait. Need to think.

Cat. Do you ever think?

Vitya. Is there any rule? Guys, tell me.

Remember the rule.

Vitya. If the vowel drops out in the genitive case, then "CHEK" is written, and if it does not drop out, then "CHIK". There is no lock - it falls out, it means "lock". There is nothing? Key - does not fall out - I write "key".

The door opened, Cat and Vitya are having fun.

Outside the gate, the Tsar paints the fence, sings to the melody "If only he had mountains of gold."

Tsar.

I have mountains of gold

And there's something to eat

And something to drink

But I crash, I crash

I am the fences

So as not to pass for a parasite.

Vitya. Tsar?! Why aren't you doing royalty? You have a royal life, if you want - you have a cake, if you want - ice cream.

Tsar. So, so ... So, you don’t like to work? Guard! Cut off his head - parasite. Prepare an order.

ORDER

Execution cannot be pardoned

Question and Exclamation marks(whispering). Arrange the correct punctuation marks - let go. Respect the literate. Reason!

Vitya. If I put a comma after the word “execute”, it will turn out: “Execute, you can’t pardon.” (Sobs.) And if I put it after “no,” then ... You can’t execute! Pardon!

Tsar. OK! Live for now.

Vitya. Run, Kuzya!

They sing while walking.

We walk merrily

We sing a song

We hate danger!

We spit on difficulties!

Cat. Yes, we spit. My throat is dry.

Vitya. In fact, I'm terribly thirsty.

Camel appears, he can hardly walk.

Cat. Hey buddy. Are we in the desert?

Camel. Soon there will be desert everywhere. One loser, Vitya Perestukin, blurted out at a natural history lesson that water, evaporating from the surface of rivers, lakes, seas and oceans, disappears. Maybe you know what the "water cycle in nature" is?

Cat. Well, are they all gone?

Vitya. I now... remember. (Trying to draw a diagram of the water cycle in nature on the board.) Clouds appear ... (It started to rain with the last explanations.) Hooray! We are saved!

Vitya, Cat, Camel.

Rain, rain, more

The grass will be thicker.

It will rain for a long time

Animals will drink water.

Camel. Thanks friends! (Kicks the ball.)

Cat. There is a terrible desire.

Vitya. Don't talk about food, my stomach is cramping from hunger.

The oven comes out.

Cat. Give me some meat, please.

Vitya(whispers). What, I don't have a dime.

Bake. And we don’t sell, so we distribute, for the correct answers. How much is seven nine?

Vitya. Seven nine, it seems, it seems ... thirty-seven. Eight four? Twenty four?

An exclamation mark comes up, answering, gets a pie, then a Question mark, Camel.

Cat. Ask for something easier.

Bake. Two by two?

Cat. Four! Four! Even cats know this.

Everyone around the stove is singing.

Two by two is four,

Two by two is four,

Not three, not five!

You should know it!

They join hands, continuing to sing, go backstage.

Scene. Vitya Perestukin is sleeping at the table, a song comes from the radio:

Two by two is four,

Two by two is four,

Not six, not seven -

It's clear to everyone!

Vitya turns off the receiver, a cat lies nearby.

Vitya. Yes, Kuzya. It's time to take up the mind. What are we asked here?

Takes textbooks, leaves.