In one big house There lived a boy with the same parents, a very good and kind boy. He had a lot of toys, he had beautiful books with bright pictures. He went to kindergarten. And the boy's name was Vitya. And everything would be fine for this boy. If only... But I’ll tell you everything in order...
One day Vitya came home from kindergarten very upset. He did not play with his toys, he did not look at his books. He walked up to his mother, hugged her and said quietly:
– I probably won’t go to kindergarten anymore. I'd rather sit alone at home all day.
- Why is this? Did something happen, Vitya? And why are you so upset? Did someone offend you?
- The boys are teasing. Vitya - Neumitya, Vitya - Neumitya...
- Why are they teasing you?
- Because I don’t know how to draw. They can do it, but I can’t. They are already drawing cars, houses, and airplanes. But I can’t do anything. Perhaps I'm somehow different.
And Vitya sniffed offendedly.
- Why not like this? You are! You are just like everyone else. And for me you are the most good boy in the world. And you and I will learn to draw. Now I’ll finish cooking dinner, and we’ll sit next to you and draw. Fine?
- No. I've already tried it a hundred times. Probably when I was a child, I fell from a balcony and hit my head. I hit him very hard.
- Where did you get this from? You didn't fall from any balcony. And who told you such nonsense?
- Dad said.
- Well, he was joking. And I’ll have a serious talk with him this evening about whether he himself fell from somewhere in his childhood.
In the evening, mom took out pencils, paper, and markers.
- Look, Vitya, this is grass, these are trees, this is a house in the forest. Here's the sun, cloud. And these are birds flying across the sky.
- To the south. Come on, try it yourself.
- No, I won’t even try. I'll never be able to do that. I'll just ruin everything.
And Vitya pushed the paper away.
- What should we do? The situation is really serious.
Mom put away the drawings, but then said conspiratorially:
I know what we should do. You need to find a magic store and buy magic paints there.
– Is there really a magic shop?
- Of course, it happens. Where do you think you can buy an invisible hat or an airplane carpet? In a magic shop, of course.
- Or maybe it would be better for us to immediately buy an invisibility hat?
- Well, no, Vitya. I don't have enough money for an invisibility hat. Oh how much it costs! But I think I can master the magic colors.
- When will you buy them for me?
“As soon as I find out where the magic shop is in our city, I’ll buy it.”
And then one day my mother announced to Vita:
– I got real magic paints. I even had enough money for a small magic brush. Vitya, holding his breath, watched as his mother took the treasured box out of her bag. He, not believing in his happiness, took this box with his hands trembling with excitement, pressed it to his chest and whispered:
-Are they really magical?
- Certainly. It says on them: “Honey paints are FABULOUS.” And do you know who sold them to me? A real wizard. IN big hat, wearing pink gloves and a blue cloak.
- Mom, can I open the box?
- Of course. Let's take a look.
Vitya opened the box. It had seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, white, blue and violet.
- How beautiful. Do you want us to check them right now, Vitya?
- No, not now. After.
- And when then? When do we want to draw something wonderful? Anything unusual?
And Vitya put his magic paints on the shelf where he had his most expensive things - river pebbles, a shell and broken soldiers.
And then one day... Vitya was sitting at home. Not because I was sick, it was just Sunday. Dad went to the garage, mom baked pies in the kitchen. And outside the window it was raining. But not just any sad rain. A cheerful summer rain.
There was a wonderful large puddle under the window of Vita’s house. It was her neighborhood boys who started fussing with her. They threw stones into the puddle and laughed. The rain drove the boys into the entrance, but they still jumped out into the rain and, having reached a puddle and throwing a stone into it, rushed like an arrow under the canopy of the front door.
Vitya went out onto the balcony to better see what was happening in the yard.
Now the rain has stopped. The sky cleared, and the dazzling sun filled everything around with a joyful, pure light.
Vitya looked after the flying cloud - at the lush green grass, at the swallows soaring high into the sky, at the boys by the large wonderful puddle in the yard. And mom was busy in the kitchen making pies. No, no, I looked at what Vitya was doing on the balcony. After all, he’s still a child.
She put the pies in the oven. The dough today turned out airy, it even squeaked when she rolled it out.
- Mother! Mother! Rainbow! Run here quickly! Look what a rainbow!
Mom went out to Vita’s balcony and froze with him in silent amazement. A huge multi-colored rainbow stretched across the sky from the forest to the river.
– What a miracle, Vitya! What a beauty! But it will soon melt away. If only I could draw her! Where are our magic colors?
Mom brought paper, paints, a jar of water, and laid it all out on a stool in front of Vitya. Vitya squatted down.
- Will I be able to do it?
- It will work out. Draw. Start with red.
Vitya took a brush in his hands, dipped it in water, then in red paint and drew a red arched stripe through the sheet.
- Now take the orange paint.
- How's the orange?
- Like an orange.
And Vitya drew an orange arc nearby.
- And now?
- And now yellow.
– Yellow, like a chicken?
- Yellow, like a chicken.
And a third, yellow stripe appeared on the paper.
– The next one is green.
– Green, like grass?
- Green, like grass.
- And now which one?
- And now it’s blue. But it's a pity we don't have blue. Well, let's take the blue one.
The blue stripe lay next to the green one.
- Well, the last one is purple. Look, Vitya, what you have done. A real rainbow. Like alive. And you drew it yourself.
- Mom, so what does this mean? What do I mean now, I can draw myself? Can I do it myself?
- Of course you can. After all, you yourself drew the rainbow. So beautiful.
- So, now I can draw cars, planes, birds, and flowers?
- Of course you can. After all, you now have magical colors. You will succeed, Vitya.
– Will everything work out? How great, mom!
Since then, Vitya never came from kindergarten upset.
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Summary of a literature lesson in 4th grade
Subject: E. Permyak " Magic colors»
Target:
Enrich vocabulary children, develop oral and written speech;
Develop observation and thinking skills;
Develop a culture of communicative speech, the ability to work in groups, and build monologue speech
Improve the ability to work with text with elements of reasoning.
Equipment: texts, illustrations on the topic of the lesson.
Lesson thesis: « In every profession the main thing is to be good person »
The lesson was carried out using techniques for developing critical thinking
Lesson progress
Implementation of the plan
Stage 1
Today in class we will work under the motto:
“Put your mind and heart into your work,
Treasure every minute of your work.”
Let's wish each other success.
Stage 2
Evocation( Evocation ) – motivation to action
A) brainstorming
Not long ago people met New Year. Surely you remember and beautiful Christmas tree, and gifts, and Father Frost and the Snow Maiden, and a cheerful holiday mood. The events of this holiday are reflected in the work with which we will work in class. Guess what he's talking about. (riddle about colors)
This is the story of E. Permyak “Magic Colors”
Choose related words for the word “paint”.
What associations arise when we hear the word “paint”?
And if the word “paint” became a picture, what kind of picture would it be?
And if the word “colors” became music, what kind of music would it be?
Guess why the colors in the story are magical?
During our lesson, we must find out why simple colors helped a person become happy, and magical ones brought grief.
Stage 3
Implementation of the plan ( Realization of Meaning ) – search for answers, awareness of meaning
A) DRTA - directed reading or reading with stops (children read the text until the mark “stop”, then work on each passage)
1 episode.
Which of the main characters did we meet? What did he bring?
How many colors did he bring? Is this number random?
What is the magic of these colors?
Prove with the words of the text what transformations took place.
What could happen if you get to angry child?
Santa Claus checks the hearts of children for a long time before giving paints. Does this need to be done so carefully?
Episode 2
How do you imagine a boy?
Guess why Santa Claus chose him?
Which one of you could Santa Claus give such colors to?
Match what the boy drew and to whom.
Grandma warm scarf
Mom fancy dress
Dad's got a new gun
Blind eyes
Comrades school
Why do you think these particular items?
What would you paint if you had such paints? What and to whom?
Guess why no one was able to use what was drawn?
Episode 3
So why couldn't people use what was drawn? Who has the same opinion?
Select the epithets in this passage.
Find arguments why such necessary things turned out to be unnecessary. What did they look like?
What caused this?
Why was the boy crying?
How can you look at these events differently, how could they have ended differently?
Episode 4
How to understand the expression “cry inconsolably”? For the word cry, choose synonyms (cry, sob) Which of them expresses a stronger feeling?
What way out did Santa Claus offer from this situation?
What happened to the boy?
Find and read what the grown-up boy now drew?
The colors were simple, not magical, how did the painted objects come to life?
Why were people horrified when the boy painted with magic colors, but now they admired him?
Have colors really become magical?
Choose phrases with the word “drew” in the literal and figurative meaning, using the technique of personification.
Episode 5
Prove that similar miracles happen with an ordinary ax? And with sewing needle? So what's the magic?
I return to the question I asked at the beginning of our research:
“So why did simple colors help a person become happy, while magical ones brought grief”?
What is the theme of the work? What is the theme of this story?
Does the title match the topic?
Listen to the poem and tell me if it matches main idea stories and poems?
Who is he, what is his name?
Who is the most important in the world?
The kindest, the most glorious?
Who is he, what is his name?
Well, of course
This work!
Who is the smartest in the world?
Oldest, youngest?
Who is he, what is his name?
Well, of course
This work!
For all centuries and years
The real king of nature?
King of the fields
Who is he, what is his name?
Well, of course
This work!
So what is the main idea of the story and poem?
Stage 4
Reflection ( Reflection ) – stage of display, reflection
A) “Tree of Wisdom”
Let's work with the “tree of wisdom.” It, as always, asks wise questions, we try to answer them. (cards are attached to a drawing of a tree)
What qualities and character traits did the boy have?
Why are the hands of a hardworking person compared to the hands of a wizard?
For the second time, Santa Claus gives the boy simple colors. What would you do?
Why did the boy draw only others and not for himself?
What do you think this story teaches?
B) work in groups
Rules: Know how to listen to others
Your opinion is no worse than others
We work – one for all and all for one
1 group
Remember what phraseological units are. Determine which phraseological units are suitable for the boy. Prove it.
Hack on the nose
Don't hang your nose
Work carelessly
Work tirelessly
2nd group
Come up with and write down other titles for the story.
3 group
Match. Which proverbs about work best correspond to the content of the story?
Time for business, time for fun
Diligent work leads to feat, feat will bring glory
Labor beautifies the city, laziness turns it into a desert.
Without work, a day seems like a year
C) Expanding ideas about modern professions
The story talks about work, about different professions. Many of them are familiar to you. But time does not stand still and dictates its rights. IN modern world new professions are emerging. And what kind - the guys will tell you (children's performance).
Manager
Manages a large company
Both intelligently and skillfully.
Distributes money like this
So that the business grows and becomes stronger.
He gives instructions
To all your employees.
For the company to move forward
It brought them profit.
Farmer
I'll tell you guys
A farmer is who he is.
He grows tomatoes for us,
He's busy working every day!
Birds sing loudly
On the branches of native birches.
The farmer sows rye, wheat,
And buckwheat and oats.
Fertilizes and plants -
After all, the earth loves sweat!
Farmer supplies greens
You and me all year round!
Programmer Designer
I have one concern - these people create
All computers are working! Amazing comfort!
There is no worse drama for them, They select, for example,
Than the lack of a program. Suitable interior.
In the house, in the office, in the garden -
I'll become a designer.
D) work in the systemRAFT
Imagine that 20 years have passed, you have grown up and met at school. R – (role) – this is our 4th grade 20 years later. You tell each other what successes you have achieved, who you have become (F is the shape) - dialogue. Your classmates are listening to you - this is (A) the audience. And the topic (T) of your story: “And I’m working...”
R – (role) we are in 20 years
A – (audience) – classmates
F – (shape) – dialogue
T – (topic)
(melody plays, children talk)
Stage 5
Lesson summary
Once every hundred years, the kindest of all the kindest old men - Santa Claus - brings seven magical colors on New Year's Eve. With these paints you can paint whatever you want, and what you draw will come to life.
If you want, draw a herd of cows and then graze them. If you want, draw a ship and sail on it... Or a starship and fly to the stars. And if you need to draw something simpler, like a chair, please... Draw it and sit on it. With magic paints you can paint anything, even soap, and it will lather. Therefore, Santa Claus brings magical colors to the kindest of all the kindest children.
And this is understandable... If such paints fall into the hands of an evil boy or an evil girl, they can cause a lot of trouble. If, say, you paint a second nose on a person with these paints, he will have two noses. It is worth adding horns to a dog, a mustache to a chicken, and a hump to a cat, and the dog will be horned, the chicken will have a mustache, and the cat will be humpbacked.
Therefore, Santa Claus checks the hearts of children for a very long time, and then chooses which of them to give magic colors to.
IN last time Santa Claus gave magical colors to one of the kindest of all the kindest boys.
The boy was very happy with the colors and immediately began to paint. Draw for others. Because he was the kindest of all the kindest boys. He drew a warm scarf for his grandmother, an elegant dress for his mother, and a new hunting rifle for his father. The boy drew eyes for the blind old man, and a big, big school for his comrades...
He drew without straightening up all day and all evening... He drew on the second, and on the third, and on the fourth... He drew, wishing good things to people. I painted until I ran out of paint. But...
But no one could use what was drawn. The scarf drawn for the grandmother looked like a rag for washing floors, and the dress drawn for the mother turned out to be so lopsided, colorful and baggy that she did not even want to try it on. The gun was no different from a club. For a blind man, the eyes resembled two blue blots, and he could not see with them. And the school, which the boy painted very diligently, turned out to be so terrible that they were even afraid to come close to it. Falling walls. The roof is askew. Crooked windows. Slanting doors... A monster, not a house. They didn’t even want to take the ugly building for a warehouse.
So trees appeared on the street that looked like old brooms. Horses with wire legs appeared, cars with some strange round pieces instead of wheels, airplanes with heavy wings, electrical wires as thick as a log, fur coats and coats with one sleeve longer than the other... Thus, thousands of things appeared that could not be used, and the people were horrified.
How could you do so much evil, the kindest of all the kindest boys?
And the boy began to cry. He wanted to do so much happy people, but not knowing how to draw, he wasted his paints in vain.
The boy cried so loudly and inconsolably that he was heard by the kindest of all the kindest old men - Santa Claus. He heard and returned to him. He returned and put paints in front of the boy.
Only these, my friend, are simple colors... But they can become magical if you want it...
That's what Santa Claus said and left...
A year has passed... Two years have passed... Many, many years have passed. The boy became a youth, then an adult, and then an old man... He drew all his life simple colors. I painted at home. Drew people's faces. Clothes. Aircraft. Bridges. Railway stations. Palaces... And the time has come, the time has come happy days when what he drew on paper began to come to life...
Many beautiful buildings appeared, built according to his drawings. Wonderful planes flew. Unknown bridges spanned from shore to shore... And no one wanted to believe that all this was painted with simple colors. Everyone called them magical...
This happens in this world... This happens not only with paints, but also with an ordinary ax or a sewing needle and even with simple clay... This happens with everything that is touched by the hands of the greatest wizard of all the greatest wizards - the hands of a hardworking, persistent person...">
Evgeniy Andreevich Permyak
Magic colors
Once every hundred years, the kindest of all the kindest old men - Santa Claus - brings seven magical colors on New Year's Eve. With these paints you can paint whatever you want, and what you draw will come to life.
If you want, draw a herd of cows and then graze them. If you want, draw a ship and sail on it... Or a starship and fly to the stars. And if you need to draw something simpler, like a chair, please... Draw it and sit on it. With magic paints you can paint anything, even soap, and it will lather. Therefore, Santa Claus brings magical colors to the kindest of all the kindest children.
And this is understandable... If such paints fall into the hands of an evil boy or an evil girl, they can cause a lot of trouble. If, say, you paint a second nose on a person with these paints, he will have two noses. It is worth adding horns to a dog, a mustache to a chicken, and a hump to a cat, and the dog will be horned, the chicken will have a mustache, and the cat will be humpbacked.
Therefore, Santa Claus checks the hearts of children for a very long time, and then chooses which of them to give magic colors to.
For the last time, Santa Claus gave magical colors to one of the kindest of all the kindest boys.
The boy was very happy with the colors and immediately began to paint. Draw for others. Because he was the kindest of all the kindest boys. He drew a warm scarf for his grandmother, an elegant dress for his mother, and a new hunting rifle for his father. The boy drew eyes for the blind old man, and a big, big school for his comrades...
He drew without straightening up all day and all evening... He drew on the second, and on the third, and on the fourth... He drew, wishing good things to people. I painted until I ran out of paint. But...
But no one could use what was drawn. The scarf drawn for the grandmother looked like a rag for washing floors, and the dress drawn for the mother turned out to be so lopsided, colorful and baggy that she did not even want to try it on. The gun was no different from a club. For a blind man, the eyes resembled two blue blots, and he could not see with them. And the school, which the boy painted very diligently, turned out to be so terrible that they were even afraid to come close to it. Falling walls. The roof is askew. Crooked windows. Slanting doors... A monster, not a house. They didn’t even want to take the ugly building for a warehouse.
So trees appeared on the street that looked like old brooms. Horses with wire legs appeared, cars with some strange round pieces instead of wheels, airplanes with heavy wings, electrical wires as thick as a log, fur coats and coats with one sleeve longer than the other... Thus, thousands of things appeared that could not be used, and the people were horrified.
- How could you do so much evil, the kindest of all the kindest boys?
And the boy began to cry. He so wanted to make people happy, but, not knowing how to draw, he wasted his paints in vain.
The boy cried so loudly and inconsolably that he was heard by the kindest of all the kindest old men - Santa Claus. He heard and returned to him. He returned and put paints in front of the boy.
- Only these, my friend, are simple colors... But they can become magical if you want it...
That's what Santa Claus said and left...
A year has passed... Two years have passed... Many, many years have passed. The boy became a youth, then an adult, and then an old man... All his life he painted with simple colors. I painted at home. Drew people's faces. Clothes. Aircraft. Bridges. Railway stations. Palaces... And the time came, happy days came, when what he had drawn on paper began to come to life...
Many beautiful buildings appeared, built according to his drawings. Wonderful planes flew. Unknown bridges spanned from shore to shore... And no one wanted to believe that all this was painted with simple colors. Everyone called them magical...
This happens in this world... This happens not only with paints, but also with an ordinary ax or a sewing needle and even with simple clay... This happens with everything that the hands of the greatest wizard of all the greatest wizards touch - the hands of a hardworking, persistent person...