Abstract of GCD in artistic and aesthetic direction on the topic: Drawing. “One day a mistress came from the market...”
Target: Arouse in children interest, an emotional response to the proposed topic, and a desire to depict vegetables.
Tasks:
Arouse children's interest in the activities of adults when buying vegetables at the market.
Continue to introduce round and oval shapes, teach them to convey their features in a drawing.
Learn not to go beyond the edges of the contour, hold the brush correctly
Develop the ability to correctly name the color of vegetables
Materials and supplies: templates of vegetables (cabbage, carrots, potatoes), gouache paints, brushes, cups of water according to the number of children, napkins, dummies of vegetables.
Progress of the lesson:
Educator: - Children, do you want to go to the market with me today?
Children: - Yes!
Educator: - Then take your mate by the hand and follow me!
Children follow the teacher in a group, come up and sit at the table, in front of each child is a brush, paints, a glass of water, and a napkin.
Educator: - Children, which of you likes to go to the store or to the market with your parents?(listen to the children's answers). Wow, there are so many of you! Why do we go to the market? Of course, in order to buy vegetables! Many different vegetables grow in garden beds, and then end up on store shelves, where your mothers then buy them. You can make many delicious dishes from different vegetables! Listen to one story about how one housewife went to the market to buy vegetables, and what came of it. And our fingers will help us with this!
Reading the poem “Vegetables” by Y. Tuvim (combined with finger exercises)
The hostess came from the market one day,(walk your fingers across the table)
The hostess brought home from the market:
Parsley and beets. Oh!..
Here the vegetables started an argument on the table -(spread hands)
Who is better, tastier and more necessary on earth:
Potato? Cabbage? Carrot? Peas?(curl your fingers while counting vegetables)
Parsley or beets? Oh!..
Meanwhile, the hostess took the knife(knock on the table with the edge of your palm)
And with this knife she began to chop:
Potatoes, Cabbage, Carrots, Peas,
Parsley and beets. Oh!..(curl your fingers while counting vegetables)
Covered with a lid, in a stuffy pot(make circular movements with your hand, as if interfering)
Boiled, boiled in boiling water:
Potatoes, Cabbage, Carrots, Peas,(curl your fingers while counting vegetables)
Parsley and beets. Oh!..
And the vegetable soup turned out to be not bad!(pat yourself on the stomach)
Educator: - Children, what vegetables did the hostess buy?
Children list the names of vegetables from the poem. Help pronounce names.
Educator: - Right! What did she make of them? Of course, soup! What vegetables do you like?(listen to answers)
All vegetables are tasty and healthy. So that they don't argue anymore, let's draw them all! I will give you ready-made templates, and you will try not to go beyond the contour so that our vegetables turn out beautiful and neat!
Control the technique of painting with a brush, teach children not to go beyond the contour.
Educator: - Look how beautiful our vegetables are! There’s enough for soup, mashed potatoes, and pie too! We came from the market today with such a rich harvest!
Organize an exhibition of works for parents.
Grebenkina Irina Nikolaevna
Finger and morning exercises (theme week “Garden and Vegetable Garden”). Finger gymnastics “The hostess once came from the market”
Finger and morning exercises(theme week"Garden and garden» )
Finger gymnastics “The hostess once came from the market”
The hostess came from the market one day, (They are walking fingers on the table.)
The hostess brought it home from the market(Fold one at a time finger on both hands.)
Potatoes, cabbage, carrots,
(Cotton.)
Here the vegetables started a dispute on the table - (Alternate strikes with fists and palms.)
Who is better, tastier and more necessary on earth.
Potato? Cabbage? Carrot? (Fold over fingers on both hands.)
Peas? Parsley or beets? OH! (Cotton.)
Mistress meanwhile I took the knife (Knock the edge of each palm on the table.)
And with this knife she began to chop
Potatoes, cabbage, carrots, (Fold over fingers.)
Peas, Parsley and beets. OH! (Cotton.)
Covered with a lid, in a stuffy pot (Palms fold crosswise on the table.)
Potatoes, Cabbage, Carrots, (Fold over fingers.)
Peas, Parsley and beets. OH! (Cotton.)
And the vegetable soup turned out to be quite good! (They show how they eat soup.)
Finger gymnastics"Cabbage"
We chop cabbage (Children make sudden movements)
We three carrots ( Fingers clench both hands into fists, move them towards and away from you).
We salt the cabbage (Imitate sprinkling salt from a pinch.)
We are pressing cabbage. (Intensively compressed and unclenched fingers
Everything was compacted into the tub (Rub fist against fist.)
They pressed it on top with a weight. (They put fist on fist.)
Finger gymnastics"Compote"
We will cook compote, (hold your left palm with your index “ladle” finger right hand “gets in the way”)
You need a lot of fruit. (Fold over fingers one at a time, starting from the big one.)
Let's chop apples (imitate movements, crumble)
We will chop the pear. (imitate movements, chop)
Squeeze lemon juice (imitate push-up movements)
We'll put in some drainage and sand. (imitate movements)
We cook, we cook compote. (“cook” and stir.”)
Let's treat honest people. (treat)
Finger gymnastics« Fingers in the garden»
One two three four five,
came out fingers for a walk.
This little finger went into the garden,
this I found a mushroom,
this one cut
Well, this one just looked!
Morning exercises“Harvesting at the dacha”
P.Z: develop orientation in space; the ability to rhythmically, at a uniform pace, perform exercises in accordance with the rhymed text; emotionally color your movements; Raise the emotional tone of children through joint activities.
We're leaving for the country (Children line up in a column.)
To harvest there. Take your baskets with you and get into the trailers. The train is moving fast, (They walk at an increased pace.)
Don't miss the station. "Knock-Knock"- the wheels are knocking. Keep up with each other! Slow down the pace of movement, (They walk slower and change lanes.)
Stop Ahead. Who was going to the dacha? Come out quickly! A field full of potatoes. (Perform bending.)
We will dig it. Pry it from below with a shovel and collect it in a bucket. Tomatoes are a delicate vegetable. (They squat.)
To rip it off, sit down. Carefully pick tomatoes from each branch. Hanging high on the lashes (Stretch up.)
Young cucumbers. Collect the top first, and then tie the lashes. Now the cabbage has grown, (While sitting, lean forward.)
How good is that! You cut the heads of cabbage from the bottom and fold them slowly. Where do carrots and beets grow? (Turn to the sides, spreading their arms.)
Show me, friends. On the right there is a bed, on the left there is a bed. I see them now too. We are so tired at the dacha, (Lying, raise and lower your arms and legs.)
That they fell on the grass. It seems that from work I’m just going to die. But the strength quickly returned. (They walk in a circle.)
Ours has become clean garden. We will put the vegetables in the basement so they can be stored for a whole year.
Literature.
1. Artemova L.V. The world around us in didactic games for preschoolers. – M., 1992.
2. Bondarenko A.K. Didactic games in kindergarten - M., 1991.
4. Seliverstov V.I. Speech games with children. – M., 1994.
3. Krupenchuk O. I. We train fingers - developing speech! –S-P. ,2009.
MY PUPPYI'm off my feet today -
My puppy is missing.
I called him for two hours,
I waited for him for two hours
Didn't sit down for lessons
And I couldn’t have lunch.
This morning
Too early
The puppy jumped off the sofa,
I started walking around the rooms,
Jump,
Bark,
Wake everyone up.
He saw a blanket -
There was nothing left to cover.
He looked into the closet -
The jug of honey was turned over.
He tore my dad's poems,
Fell to the floor from the stairs.
I climbed into the glue with my front paw,
I barely got out
And disappeared...
Maybe it was stolen
They took me away on a rope,
They gave me a new name,
Guard the house
Forced?
Maybe he's in the dense forest
Sitting under a prickly bush,
Got lost
Looking for a home
Poor guy, does he get wet in the rain?
I didn't know what to do.
Mother said:
- Let's wait.
I grieved for two hours
I didn’t pick up books,
I didn't draw anything
She kept sitting and waiting.
All of a sudden
Some scary beast
Opens the door with his paw,
Jumping over the threshold...
Who is this?
My puppy.
What's happened,
If immediately
Didn't I recognize the puppy?
The nose is swollen, the eyes are invisible,
Cheek twisted
And, digging in like a needle,
A bee is buzzing on its tail.
Mother said: - Close the door!
A swarm of bees is flying towards us.
All wrapped up
In bed
My puppy is lying flat
And barely wobbles
Bandaged tail.
I don't run to the doctor -
I'm treating him myself.
SONG OF FRIENDS
We're going, we're going, we're going
To distant lands,
Good neighbors
Happy friends.
We have fun,
We sing a song
And the song says
About how we live.
Beauty! Beauty!
We are bringing a cat with us,
Siskin, dog,
Petka the bully,
Monkey, parrot -
What a company!
When life is friendly,
What could be better!
And there's no need to quarrel
And you can love everyone.
You're on a long journey
Take your friends with you:
They will help you
And it's more fun with them.
Beauty! Beauty!
We are bringing a cat with us,
Siskin, dog,
Petka the bully,
Monkey, parrot -
What a company!
We drove, we sang,
And with a funny song
All together, as best we could,
We arrived home.
The sun was shining for us,
The wind blew around us;
It wasn't boring on the way,
And everyone sang:
Beauty! Beauty!
We are bringing a cat with us,
Siskin, dog,
Petka the bully,
Monkey, parrot -
What a company!
KITTENS
Listen guys
I want to tell you:
Our kittens were born -
There are exactly five of them.
We decided, we wondered:
What should we name the kittens?
Finally we named them:
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE.
ONCE - the kitten is the whitest,
TWO - the kitten is the bravest,
THREE - the kitten is the smartest,
And FOUR is the noisiest.
FIVE is similar to THREE and TWO -
The same tail and head
The same spot on the back,
He also sleeps all day in a basket.
Our kittens are good -
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE!
Come visit us guys
Look and count.
TREZOR
There was a lock on the door.
There was a puppy locked up.
Everyone left and one
They locked him in the house.
We left Trezor
Without supervision, without supervision,
And so the puppy
I screwed up everything I could.
I tore the doll's dress,
He tore out a tuft of fur from the hare,
Into the corridor from under the bed
Our shoes were dragged away.
I drove the cat under the bed -
The cat was left without a tail.
I found a corner in the kitchen -
I climbed headlong into coal,
The black one came out - unrecognizable.
Got into the jug -
Overturned,
I almost choked
And lay down on the bed
Sleep...
We are a puppy in soap and water
I washed it with a washcloth for two hours.
No way now
Let's not leave him alone!
GRAFT
-Have you heard? This is us!.. -
I'm not afraid of vaccinations:
If necessary, I’ll inject myself!
Well, just think, an injection!
They injected me and off I went...
Only a coward is afraid
Go to the doctor for an injection.
Personally, when I see a syringe
I smile and joke.
I'm one of the first to enter
To the medical office.
I have nerves of steel
Or no nerves at all!
If only someone knew
What are football tickets
I would gladly exchange
For an extra shot!...
Get vaccinated! First grade!
-Have you heard? This is us!... -
Why did I stand against the wall?
My knees are shaking...
THIRTY-SIX AND FIVE
I have again:
Thirty-six and five!
Concerned and gloomy
I look at the thermometer:
Where is my temperature?
Why am I not on fire?
Why am I not sick?
I'm healthy! What happened with me?
I have again:
Thirty-six and five!
I touched my stomach and it doesn’t hurt!
I sneeze - no sneezing!
And no cough! And general view
Just as it should be!
And tomorrow exactly at nine
I have to go to school
And sit there until lunch -
Read, write and even sing!
And stand at the blackboard, remain silent,
Not knowing what to answer...
I have again:
Thirty-six and five!
I quickly take the thermometer
And I rub between my palms for a long time,
I breathe on him, I breathe on him
And I ask myself, I ask:
"Dear, dear mercury!
Well, go up a little more!
Well, at least not quite get up -
Stop at thirty-seven!"
Wonderful! Thirty-seven and two!
My head is already spinning!
Cheeks are burning (with shame!)...
-Are you unwell, my boy?
- Yes...
I'm lying in bed again -
They didn't tell me to get up.
But in reality I have -
Thirty-six and five!
DRAWING
I took a pencil and paper
I drew the road
I drew a bull on it,
And next to him is a cow.
To the right is the rain, to the left is the garden,
There are fifteen points in the garden,
It's like apples are hanging
And the rain doesn’t wet them.
I made the bull pink
Orange - the road,
Then there are clouds above them
I drew a little.
And these clouds I then
Pierced with an arrow. That's how it should be
So that thunder comes out in the picture
And lightning over the garden.
I crossed out the dots with black
And that meant
As if the wind suddenly blew -
And there are no more apples.
I also made the rain longer -
He immediately burst into the garden,
But I didn't have enough ink
And the pencil broke.
And I put the chair on the table
Climb as high as possible
And there I pinned the drawing,
Although he didn't come out well.
VEGETABLES
The hostess came from the market one day,
The hostess brought home from the market:
Potatoes
Cabbage,
carrots,
Peas,
Parsley and beets.
Oh!...
Here the vegetables started a dispute on the table -
Who is better, tastier and more necessary on earth:
Potato?
Cabbage?
Carrot?
Peas?
Parsley or beets?
Oh!...
Meanwhile, the hostess took the knife
And with this knife she began to chop:
Potatoes
Cabbage,
carrots,
Peas,
Parsley and beets.
Oh!...
Covered with a lid, in a stuffy pot
Boiled, boiled in boiling water:
Potato,
Cabbage,
Carrot,
Peas,
Parsley and beets.
Oh!...
And the vegetable soup turned out to be not bad!
“THE HOUSEWIFE CAME FROM THE MARKET ONE DAY”
Coordination of speech with movement
| The hostess once came from the market, The hostess from the market brought home | (“They walk” with their fingers on the table.) |
| Potatoes, Cabbage, Carrots, Peas, Parsley and beets. | (Fold one finger per line on both hands.) |
| Oh!.. | (Cotton.) |
| Here the vegetables started a dispute on the table - Who is better, tastier and more necessary on earth | (Alternate strikes with fists and palms.) |
| Potato? Cabbage? Peas? Carrot? Parsley or beets? | (Bend the fingers on both hands.) |
| Oh! | (Cotton.) |
| Meanwhile, the hostess took a knife and began to chop it up with this knife. | (Knock the edge of each palm on the table.) |
| Potatoes, Cabbage, Carrots, Peas, Parsley and beets. | (Bend fingers.) |
| Oh! | (Cotton.) |
| Covered with a lid, in a stuffy pot Boiled, boiled in boiling water | (Palms are folded crosswise on the table.) |
| Potatoes, Cabbage, Carrots, Peas, Parsley and beets. | (Bend fingers.) |
| Oh! | (Cotton.) |
| And the vegetable soup turned out to be quite good! | (They show how they eat soup.) |
Y. Tuvim
Exercise
"OUR BED"
Development of auditory attention,
elementary mathematical concepts
What's growing in our garden bed?
Cucumbers, sweet peas,
Tomatoes and dill,
For seasoning and for testing.
There are radishes and salad -
Our garden bed is a treasure.
Six vegetables in our garden bed
List them in order.
If you listened carefully,
You will definitely name them.
V. Volina
FRUITS. GARDEN
Poetry
APPLE TREE
The apple tree is blooming
In a young garden.
I am from this apple tree
I won't take my eyes off it!
The sun will warm you up,
The winds will blow,
They will fall, crumble
Ground the petals.
Our apple tree will become
Simpler and poorer
But they will get involved
Apples on it.
And the apple tree will give
People for their efforts
Large, rosy,
Sweet fruits.
E. Blaginina
Not in Africa
Wouldn't be an onion
Not a radish
No one would
Did not believe,
Neither Grishka
Neither Mishka.
They would say:
Cedar cone!
G. Gorbovsky
Apple! It
Full of ripe juice,
So fresh and so fragrant
So rosy, golden,
It's like it's filled with honey,
The seeds are visible right through.
A. Pushkin
APPLE TREE
Apple tree in the orchard
She was planted.
She flowers white
Bloomed in spring.
Our old grandfather was watching,
Famous gardener
So that the apple tree pours
Ruddy sweet fruit.
And to everyone's admiration
The harvest was rich
And new apples
This garden was proud.
They were removed from the branches in the fall,
They took it out of the garden
And on a long journey by train
One day we got lucky.
And the apples slept soundly,
Hidden in the darkness,
Having crushed sawdust in a box
Rosy cheek...
They woke up in the city
On the children's Christmas tree -
Among the gifts are apples
The washed ones lie down.
All pink, ripe,
Tanned in the sun,
And if you touch it on the tooth -
And sweet juice will splash!
E. Stewart
The boy goes to the doctor:
I have a stomach ache.
What did you eat?
I ate a peach
It is green and unripe.
The doctor gave eye drops:
Let it be ten times a day.
Maybe you can understand better
What do you put in your mouth?
V. Volina
TSING APPLE
It's so big
That even two people couldn’t eat it,
And its beauty and taste
I don't dare describe...
Birch bark is lighter,
There's not even a speck on it!
Like the sun among the branches,
It burns in your garden!
L. Tatyanteva
APPLES FOR EVERYONE
Beautiful garden, -
Everyone says -
There would be more of these.
There are no gates
No fences
No guard dogs.
Here everyone enters without interference:
And he. And you. And I.
Apples ripen here for everyone,
Yes, yes, for everyone, friends!
They are from the summer heat
They are getting bigger every day.
When they're full,
We will pluck them from the branches.
The bugler will call everyone,
There's enough room for everyone here.
Let everyone take an apple
And he eats for health!
L. Tatyanicheva
Puzzles
“THINK AND GUESS”
She was born green
On a blooming white crown.
And then she grew and blushed.
As soon as it ripened, it turned blue. (Plum)
I. Kotlyarov
The bun hangs all summer
Among the green branches.
It will hit the ground loudly,
When autumn comes. (Apple)
L. Yakhnin
Round dance game
"APPLE TREE"
Coordination of speech with movement,
working on general speech skills
(questioning intonation), development of fine motor skills
Yugoslav song
Exercises
"APPLES"
Three apples.
One to rip
The little hand continues to stretch.
How long will there be left?
V. Volina
"HEDGEHOG AND APPLES"
Development of auditory attention, elementary mathematical concepts
Three apples from the garden
The hedgehog brought it.
The most rosy
Gave it to Belka.
Gladly a gift
Got a squirrel.
Count the apples
A hedgehog on a plate!
V. Volina
FOREST. BERRIES. MUSHROOMS
WHITE MUSHROOMS
I'm reaching for the modest russula,
My gaze seemed to be stuck to her.
Meanwhile stands in the shade of a secluded
Round, large, strong porcini mushroom.
My whole soul went cold!
I fell in love with him at first
And then I slightly faked it
With his penknife.
I looked around the clearing,
Wiping the sweat from my face with my elbow.
Suddenly... What a joy!
Under the Christmas tree nearby
Two equally strong young men.
I wandered around a little more
And she went home happy,
Because it's a complete basket case
I picked large, strong whites.
E. Blaginina
BY RASMBER
I put on a belt
Tied up a tuesok,
Ran through the raspberries
Through the meadow, through the forest.
I parted the bushes.
Well, shady, well, thick!
And raspberries, raspberries -
The largest size!
The largest size!
The reddest red!
I wandered around for an hour
I see - it's full of troubles.
I ran back.
Through the meadow, through the forest.
The sun wanders above.
Good for him and me.
E. Blaginina
LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD
Green boron, on uncut herbs
Three Thumb Boys walked happily.
They saw a mushroom and stood dumbfounded:
What a wonder they found!
They laugh in the den
Mocking bears,
The fox laughs
The mole smiles:
Ha ha! Hee-ho-ho!
Ah, funny boys,
What a funny people you really are!
Little Red Riding Hood
Straight from the book
To you kids
He is coming towards.
K. Kubilinskas
We'll go to the woods
We'll find the fungus.
In a smart hat,
Light chocolate.
Don't hide, fungus,
Under the leaf your side!
The guys need you
In the evening for dinner.
O. Vysotskaya
Exercise
"BY BERRIES"
Coordination of speech with movement
Great ones about poetry:
Poetry is like painting: some works will captivate you more if you look at them closely, and others if you move further away.
Small cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creaking of unoiled wheels.
The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is what has gone wrong.
Marina Tsvetaeva
Of all the arts, poetry is the most susceptible to the temptation to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen splendors.
Humboldt V.
Poems are successful if they are created with spiritual clarity.
The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is usually believed.
If only you knew from what rubbish poems grow without knowing shame... Like a dandelion on a fence, like burdocks and quinoa.
A. A. Akhmatova
Poetry is not only in verses: it is poured out everywhere, it is all around us. Look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life emanate from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.
I. S. Turgenev
For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.
G. Lichtenberg
A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. The poet makes our thoughts sing within us, not our own. By telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He's a magician. By understanding him, we become poets like him.
Where graceful poetry flows, there is no room for vanity.
Murasaki Shikibu
I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in the Russian language. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. It is through feeling that art certainly emerges. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
-...Are your poems good, tell me yourself?
- Monstrous! – Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! – the newcomer asked pleadingly.
- I promise and swear! - Ivan said solemnly...
Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "Master and Margarita"
We all write poetry; poets differ from others only in that they write in their words.
John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"
Every poem is a veil stretched over the edges of a few words. These words shine like stars, and because of them the poem exists.
Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
Ancient poets, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. This is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times there is certainly hidden an entire Universe, filled with miracles - often dangerous for those who carelessly awaken the dozing lines.
Max Fry. "Chatty Dead"
I gave one of my clumsy hippopotamuses this heavenly tail:...
Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a sea, and not a plague!
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky
Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore, drive away the critics. They are just pathetic sippers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let poetry seem to him like an absurd moo, a chaotic pile-up of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from a boring mind, a glorious song sounding on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.
Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"
Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing more than pure poetry that has rejected the word.