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BUT The author of the story "Galoshes and Ice Cream" is the popular Russian novelist and satirist Mikhail Zoshchenko. He was born in Poltava in 1895. All his works are written on behalf of an ordinary person, although the author himself can be attributed to the intelligentsia. Zoshchenko's stories are written in a living everyday language and therefore, when translated into other languages, they lose their originality. The author wrote his stories for adults and children. If in the works aimed at young readers, the shortcomings of the characters were jokingly depicted and helped the kids learn from the mistakes of others, then the stories for adult readers rather sharply ridiculed the Soviet regime.
In the story "Galoshes and Ice Cream", the main characters are Minka and Lyolya. About these heroes, the author can find a whole cycle of stories collected in the book of the same name. This book was written in the 1930s and has an autobiographical basis, because Zoshchenko wrote about his childhood, embellishing it a little. The stories of the cycle "Lyolya and Minka" are very touching and childishly naive. They very correctly and colorfully describe the childhood of two not very obedient children.
Brother Minka and sister Lelka were very fond of ice cream and dreamed of eating a lot of it. One day the boys got lucky. They found an old torn overshoe in the street. After some thought, the guys decided to sell their find to the junk dealer. The proceeds - as much as 2 kopecks! - the kids had enough for two delicious scoops of strawberry ice cream. The children really liked the delicacy, but it seemed a little. And then the cunning Lelya gave a new idea. She offered to steal more galoshes from the guests. The hooligans went into the corridor and looked for themselves one women's galosh and one men's. Galoshes, of course, were sold to the same junk dealer, and the guys bought more ice cream with the dishonestly earned money and ate plenty of it.
At this time, the loss of galoshes was already found at home. The guys, returning home, lied to their parents that they had not seen the loss and did not take it. But the little hooligans betrayed themselves by the fact that several coins fell out of their pens.
The father was very angry with the children. Little pranksters received a very severe but fair punishment. For a whole year, the parents left the children without their favorite ice cream, and all the children's toys had to be sold to the same junk dealer in order to buy back the missing galoshes.
For Lelya and Minka, this act became a lesson for life.
When reading a story, proverbs suitable for it pop up in memory. One of them - "What is not enough, then a curiosity." The proverb describes the situation of the guys very well. Children rarely ate ice cream, and for them it was a very rare and very desirable treat. Therefore, once having received ice cream in such a cunning way, the guys did not want to stop and continued their search further in order to be able to enjoy their favorite delicacy.
Also, the proverb “Appetite comes with eating” is very suitable. As already noted, the guys did not want to stop there, and decided to look for galoshes to enjoy more ice cream. The proverb says that the desire to do something begins when the beginning of one's actions has already been laid. The guys were interested in continuing their activities. At the same time, the proverb is a kind of warning so that in any case a person is not too carried away, because it can end badly. That's what happened with the guys. Their deceit was exposed and the children were punished for their misdeed.
The proverb “Greed is the beginning of every grief” is very instructive for the story. Reading the story, we see how the children wanted to eat ice cream so much that they forgot about their upbringing and the lessons of a strict father. Because of this, they committed a bad deed, which was quickly exposed and the children received a well-deserved punishment.
Another proverb that comes to mind when reading the story is "Lies are short." We trace its essence very well, when the guys first deceive their parents and guests that they did not see the missing galoshes. And literally immediately they are given out by coins that have fallen out of their hands. It didn't take long from the time the guys lied to the time they were exposed. Of course, in the story it all happened quickly, but in life you should not hope that the lie will remain undisclosed.
The list of proverbs that fit the story "Galoshes and ice cream" can be continued indefinitely. Proverbs about lies and greed are appropriate here. Thus, we see that Mikhail Zoshchenko's children's stories are not just funny and interesting stories that the author took from his childhood, but also instructive.
Young readers can easily conclude how to do wrong, that lying and greed are very bad traits for a real person. The story helps to instill honesty in the children and teaches them not to repeat the mistakes of Lelya and Minka in their lives.
On this page: proverbs and sayings suitable for the story "Galoshes and ice cream" and its summary.
When I was little, I really liked ice cream.
Of course, I still love him. But then it was something special - I loved ice cream so much.
And when, for example, an ice cream man was driving down the street with his cart, I immediately felt dizzy: before that I wanted to eat what the ice cream man was selling.
And my sister Lelya also exclusively loved ice cream.
And she and I dreamed that when we grow up big, we will eat ice cream at least three or even four times a day.
But at that time we very rarely ate ice cream. Our mother wouldn't let us eat it. She was afraid that we would catch a cold and fall ill. And for this reason, she did not give us money for ice cream.
And one summer Lelya and I were walking in our garden. And Lelya found a galosh in the bushes. Ordinary rubber galoshes. And very worn and torn. Someone must have dropped it because it ripped.
So Lelya found this galosh and put it on a stick for fun. And he walks around the garden, waving this stick over his head.
Suddenly, a rag-picker walks down the street. Shouts: "I buy bottles, cans, rags!".
Seeing that Lelya was holding a galosh on a stick, the rag-picker said to Lelya:
Hey girl, are you selling galoshes?
Lelya thought it was some kind of game, and answered the rag-picker:
Yes, I'm selling. This galosh costs one hundred rubles.
The rag-picker laughed and said:
No, a hundred rubles is too expensive for this galosh. But if you want, girl, I'll give you two kopecks for her, and you and I will part as friends.
And with these words, the rag-picker pulled out a purse from his pocket, gave Lelya two kopecks, put our tattered galosh into his bag, and left.
Lelya and I realized that this was not a game, but in reality. And they were very surprised.
The rag-picker has long gone, and we stand and look at our coin.
Suddenly, an ice cream man walks down the street and shouts:
Strawberry ice cream!
Lelya and I ran up to the ice cream man, bought two balls from him for a penny, ate them instantly and began to regret that we had sold the galosh so cheaply.
The next day, Lelya says to me:
Minka, today I decided to sell the rag-picker one more galosh.
I rejoiced and said:
Lelya, did you find a galosh in the bushes again?
Lelya says:
There is nothing else in the bushes. But in our hallway there are probably, I think, at least fifteen galoshes. If we sell one, then it will not be bad for us.
And with these words, Lelya ran to the dacha and soon appeared in the garden with one fairly good and almost brand new galoshes.
Lela said:
If a rag-picker bought from us for two kopecks such a dud as we sold him last time, then he will probably give at least a ruble for this almost new galosh. Imagine how much ice cream you can buy with that money.
We waited for a whole hour for the rag-picker to appear, and when we finally saw him, Lelya said to me:
Minka, this time you are selling a galosh. You are a man, and you are talking to a rag-picker. And then he will give me two kopecks again. And this is too little for us.
I put a galosh on a stick and began to wave the stick over my head.
The rag-picker came up to the garden and asked:
What, is the galosh for sale again?
I whispered softly:
For sale.
The rag-picker, examining the galosh, said:
What a pity, children, that you are selling everything to me one by one. For this one galosh I will give you a nickel. And if you sold me two galoshes at once, you would get twenty or even thirty kopecks. Since two galoshes are immediately more needed by people. And that makes them go up in price.
Lela told me:
Minka, run to the dacha and bring another galosh from the hallway.
I ran home and soon brought some kind of galosh of very large sizes.
The rag-picker put these two galoshes side by side on the grass and, sighing sadly, said:
No, children, you completely upset me with your trading. One is a lady's galosh, the other is from a man's foot, judge for yourself: why do I need such galoshes? I wanted to give you a nickel for one galosh, but, putting two galoshes together, I see that this will not happen, since the matter has worsened from addition. Get four kopecks for two galoshes, and we will part as friends.
Lelya wanted to run home to bring something else from the galoshes, but at that moment her mother's voice was heard. It was my mother who called us home, because our mother's guests wanted to say goodbye to us. The rag-picker, seeing our confusion, said:
So, friends, for these two galoshes you could get four kopecks, but instead you get three kopecks, since I deduct one kopeck for wasting time on empty talk with children.
The rag-picker gave Lelya three kopeck coins and, having hidden the galoshes in a bag, left.
Lelya and I immediately ran home and began to say goodbye to my mother's guests: to Aunt Olya and Uncle Kolya, who were already getting dressed in the hallway.
Suddenly Aunt Olya said:
What an oddity! One of my galoshes is here, under the hanger, and for some reason the other one is not there.
Lelya and I turned pale. And they didn't move.
Aunt Olga said:
I perfectly remember that I came in two galoshes. And now there is only one, and where the second is unknown.
Uncle Kolya, who was also looking for his galoshes, said:
What nonsense is in the sieve! I also remember very well that I came in two galoshes, nevertheless, I don’t have my second galoshes either.
Hearing these words, Lelya unclenched her fist in excitement, in which she had money, and three kopeck coins fell to the floor with a clang.
Dad, who also saw off the guests, asked:
Lelya, where did you get this money from?
Lelya began to lie, but dad said:
What could be worse than a lie!
Then Lelya began to cry. And I cried too. And we said
We sold two galoshes to a rag-picker to buy ice cream.
Papa said:
Worse than lying is what you did.
When she heard that the galoshes had been sold to a rag-picker, Aunt Olya turned pale and staggered. And Uncle Kolya also staggered and clutched his heart with his hand. But dad told them:
Do not worry, Aunt Olya and Uncle Kolya, I know what we need to do so that you are not left without galoshes. I'll take all Lelina's and Minka's toys, sell them to a rag-picker, and with the proceeds we'll buy you new galoshes.
Lelya and I roared when we heard this verdict. But daddy said:
That's not all. For two years, I forbid Lelya and Minka to eat ice cream. And two years later, they can eat it, but every time they eat ice cream, let them remember this sad story.
On the same day, dad collected all our toys, called a rag-maker and sold him everything we had. And with the money received, our father bought galoshes for Aunt Olya and Uncle Kolya.
And now, children, many years have passed since then. For the first two years, Lelya and I really never ate ice cream. And then they began to eat it and every time, eating, they involuntarily remembered what happened to us.
And even now, children, when I have become quite an adult and even a little old, even now sometimes, eating ice cream, I feel some kind of constriction and some kind of awkwardness in my throat. And at the same time, every time, out of my childish habit, I think: “Have I deserved this sweet, have I not lied and cheated someone?”
Now a lot of people eat ice cream, because we have whole huge factories in which this pleasant dish is made.
Thousands of people and even millions eat ice cream, and I, children, would really like that all people, eating ice cream, would think about what I think about when I eat this sweet.
When I was little, I really liked ice cream.
Of course, I still love him. But then it was something special - I loved ice cream so much.
And when, for example, an ice cream man was driving down the street with his cart, I immediately felt dizzy: before that I wanted to eat what the ice cream man was selling.
And my sister Lelya also exclusively loved ice cream.
And she and I dreamed that when we grow up big, we will eat ice cream at least three or even four times a day.
But at that time we very rarely ate ice cream. Our mother wouldn't let us eat it. She was afraid that we would catch a cold and fall ill. And for this reason, she did not give us money for ice cream.
And one summer Lelya and I were walking in our garden. And Lelya found a galosh in the bushes. Ordinary rubber galoshes. And very worn and torn. Someone must have dropped it because it ripped.
So Lelya found this galosh and put it on a stick for fun. And he walks around the garden, waving this stick over his head.
Suddenly, a rag-picker walks down the street. Shouts: "I buy bottles, cans, rags!".
Seeing that Lelya was holding a galosh on a stick, the rag-picker said to Lelya:
Hey girl, are you selling galoshes?
Lelya thought it was some kind of game, and answered the rag-picker:
Yes, I'm selling. This galosh costs one hundred rubles.
The rag-picker laughed and said:
No, a hundred rubles is too expensive for this galosh. But if you want, girl, I'll give you two kopecks for her, and you and I will part as friends.
And with these words, the rag-picker pulled out a purse from his pocket, gave Lelya two kopecks, put our tattered galosh into his bag, and left.
Lelya and I realized that this was not a game, but in reality. And they were very surprised.
The rag-picker has long gone, and we stand and look at our coin.
Suddenly, an ice cream man walks down the street and shouts:
Strawberry ice cream!
Lelya and I ran up to the ice cream man, bought two balls from him for a penny, ate them instantly and began to regret that we had sold the galosh so cheaply.
The next day, Lelya says to me:
Minka, today I decided to sell the rag-picker one more galosh.
I rejoiced and said:
Lelya, did you find a galosh in the bushes again?
Lelya says:
There is nothing else in the bushes. But in our hallway there are probably, I think, at least fifteen galoshes. If we sell one, then it will not be bad for us.
And with these words, Lelya ran to the dacha and soon appeared in the garden with one fairly good and almost brand new galoshes.
Lela said:
If a rag-picker bought from us for two kopecks such a dud as we sold him last time, then he will probably give at least a ruble for this almost new galosh. Imagine how much ice cream you can buy with that money.
We waited for a whole hour for the rag-picker to appear, and when we finally saw him, Lelya said to me:
Minka, this time you are selling a galosh. You are a man, and you are talking to a rag-picker. And then he will give me two kopecks again. And this is too little for us.
I put a galosh on a stick and began to wave the stick over my head.
The rag-picker came up to the garden and asked:
What, is the galosh for sale again?
I whispered softly:
For sale.
The rag-picker, examining the galosh, said:
What a pity, children, that you are selling everything to me one by one. For this one galosh I will give you a nickel. And if you sold me two galoshes at once, you would get twenty or even thirty kopecks. Since two galoshes are immediately more needed by people. And that makes them go up in price.
Lela told me:
Minka, run to the dacha and bring another galosh from the hallway.
I ran home and soon brought some kind of galosh of very large sizes.
The rag-picker put these two galoshes side by side on the grass and, sighing sadly, said:
No, children, you completely upset me with your trading. One is a lady's galosh, the other is from a man's foot, judge for yourself: why do I need such galoshes? I wanted to give you a nickel for one galosh, but, putting two galoshes together, I see that this will not happen, since the matter has worsened from addition. Get four kopecks for two galoshes, and we will part as friends.
Lelya wanted to run home to bring something else from the galoshes, but at that moment her mother's voice was heard. It was my mother who called us home, because our mother's guests wanted to say goodbye to us. The rag-picker, seeing our confusion, said:
So, friends, for these two galoshes you could get four kopecks, but instead you get three kopecks, since I deduct one kopeck for wasting time on empty talk with children.
The rag-picker gave Lelya three kopeck coins and, having hidden the galoshes in a bag, left.
Lelya and I immediately ran home and began to say goodbye to my mother's guests: to Aunt Olya and Uncle Kolya, who were already getting dressed in the hallway.
Suddenly Aunt Olya said:
What an oddity! One of my galoshes is here, under the hanger, and for some reason the other one is not there.
Lelya and I turned pale. And they didn't move.
Aunt Olga said:
I perfectly remember that I came in two galoshes. And now there is only one, and where the second is unknown.
Uncle Kolya, who was also looking for his galoshes, said:
What nonsense is in the sieve! I also remember very well that I came in two galoshes, nevertheless, I don’t have my second galoshes either.
Hearing these words, Lelya unclenched her fist in excitement, in which she had money, and three kopeck coins fell to the floor with a clang.
Dad, who also saw off the guests, asked:
Lelya, where did you get this money from?
Lelya began to lie, but dad said:
What could be worse than a lie!
Then Lelya began to cry. And I cried too. And we said
And now, children, many years have passed since then. For the first two years, Lelya and I really never ate ice cream. And then they began to eat it and every time, eating, they involuntarily remembered what happened to us.
And even now, children, when I have become quite an adult and even a little old, even now sometimes, eating ice cream, I feel some kind of constriction and some kind of awkwardness in my throat. And at the same time, every time, out of my childish habit, I think: “Have I deserved this sweet, have I not lied and cheated someone?”
Now a lot of people eat ice cream, because we have whole huge factories in which this pleasant dish is made.
Thousands of people and even millions eat ice cream, and I, children, would really like that all people, eating ice cream, would think about what I think about when I eat this sweet.
Galoshes and ice cream
When I was little, I really liked ice cream. Of course, I still love him. But then it was something special - I loved ice cream so much.
And when, for example, an ice cream man was driving down the street with his cart, I immediately felt dizzy: before that I wanted to eat what the ice cream man was selling.
And my sister Lelya also exclusively loved ice cream.
And she and I dreamed that when we grow up big, we will eat ice cream at least three or even four times a day.
But at that time we very rarely ate ice cream. Our mother wouldn't let us eat it. She was afraid that we would catch a cold and fall ill. And for this reason, she did not give us money for ice cream.
And one summer, Lelya and I were walking in our garden. And Lyolya found a galosh in the bushes. Ordinary rubber galoshes. And very worn and torn. Someone must have dropped it because it ripped.
So Lyolya found this galosh and put it on a stick for fun. And he walks around the garden, waving this stick over his head.
Suddenly, a rag-picker walks down the street. Shouts: “I buy bottles, cans, rags!”
Seeing that Lelya was holding a galosh on a stick, the rag-picker said to Lelya:
Hey girl, are you selling galoshes?
Lyolya thought that this was such a game, and answered the rag-picker:
Yes, I'm selling. This galosh costs one hundred rubles.
The rag-picker laughed and said:
No, a hundred rubles is too expensive for this galosh. But if you want, girl, I'll give you two kopecks for her, and you and I will part as friends.
And with these words, the rag-picker pulled out a purse from his pocket, gave Lelya two kopecks, put our torn galosh into his bag and left.
Lelya and I realized that this was not a game, but in reality. And they were very surprised.
The rag-picker has long gone, and we stand and look at our coin.
Suddenly, an ice cream man walks down the street and shouts:
Strawberry ice cream!
Lelya and I ran up to the ice cream man, bought two balls from him for a penny, immediately ate them and began to regret that we had sold the galosh so cheaply.
The next day, Lyolya says to me:
Minka, today I decided to sell the rag-picker one more galosh.
I rejoiced and said:
Lyolya, did you find a galosh in the bushes again?
Lelya says:
There is nothing else in the bushes. But in our hallway there are probably, I think, at least fifteen galoshes. If we sell one, then it will not be bad for us.
And with these words, Lyolya ran to the dacha and soon appeared in the garden with one fairly good and almost brand new galoshes.
Lelya said:
If a rag-picker bought from us for two kopecks such a dud as we sold him last time, then he will probably give at least a ruble for this almost new galosh. Imagine how much ice cream you can buy with that money.
We waited a whole hour for the appearance of the rag-picker, and when we finally saw him, Lyolya said to me:
Minka, this time you are selling a galosh. You are a man and you are talking to a rag-picker. And then he will give me two kopecks again. And this is too little for us.
I put a galosh on a stick and began to wave the stick over my head.
The rag-picker came up to the garden and asked:
What, is the galosh for sale again?
I whispered softly:
For sale.
The rag-picker, examining the galosh, said:
What a pity, children, that you are selling everything to me one by one. For this one galosh I will give you a nickel. And if you sold me two galoshes at once, you would get twenty or even thirty kopecks. Since two galoshes are immediately more needed by people. And that makes them go up in price.
Lela told me:
Minka, run to the dacha and bring another galosh from the hallway.
I ran home and soon brought some very large galoshes.
The rag-picker put these two galoshes side by side on the grass and, sighing sadly, said:
No, children, you completely upset me with your trading. One is a lady's galosh, the other is from a man's foot, judge for yourself: why do I need such galoshes? I wanted to give you a nickel for one galosh, but, putting two galoshes together, I see that this will not happen, since the matter has worsened from addition. Get four kopecks for two galoshes, and we will part as friends.
Lyolya wanted to run home to bring something else from the galoshes, but at that moment her mother's voice was heard. It was my mother who called us home, because our mother's guests wanted to say goodbye to us. The rag-picker, seeing our confusion, said:
So, friends, for these two galoshes you could get four kopecks, but instead you get three kopecks, since I deduct one kopeck for wasting time on empty talk with children.
The rag-picker gave Lelya three kopeck coins and, putting the galoshes in a bag, left.
Lelya and I immediately ran home and began to say goodbye to my mother's guests: to Aunt Olya and Uncle Kolya, who were already getting dressed in the hallway.
Suddenly Aunt Olya said:
What an oddity! One of my galoshes is here, under the hanger, and for some reason the other one is not there.
Lelya and I turned pale. And they didn't move.
Aunt Olga said:
I perfectly remember that I came in two galoshes. And now there is only one, and where the second is unknown.
Uncle Kolya, who was also looking for his galoshes, said:
What nonsense is in the sieve! I also remember very well that I came in two galoshes, nevertheless, I don’t have my second galoshes either.
Hearing these words, Lelya, in excitement, opened her fist, in which she had money, and three kopeck coins fell to the floor with a clang.
Dad, who also saw off the guests, asked:
Lelya, where did you get this money from?
Lelya began to lie, but dad said:
What could be worse than a lie!
Then Lelya began to cry. And I cried too. And we said
We sold two galoshes to a rag-picker to buy ice cream.
Papa said:
Worse than lying is what you did.
When she heard that the galoshes had been sold to a rag-picker, Aunt Olya turned pale and staggered. And Uncle Kolya also staggered and clutched his heart with his hand. But dad told them:
Do not worry, Aunt Olya and Uncle Kolya, I know what we need to do so that you are not left without galoshes. I'll take all Lyolina's and Minka's toys, sell them to a rag-picker, and with the proceeds we'll buy you new galoshes.
Lelya and I roared when we heard this verdict. But daddy said:
That's not all. For two years, I forbid Lelya and Minka to eat ice cream. And two years later, they can eat it, but every time they eat ice cream, let them remember this sad story, and every time let them think if they deserve this sweet.
On the same day, dad collected all our toys, called a rag-maker and sold him everything we had. And with the money received, our father bought galoshes for Aunt Olya and Uncle Kolya.
And now, children, many years have passed since then. For the first two years, Lelya and I really never ate ice cream. And then they began to eat it and every time, eating, they involuntarily remembered what happened to us.
And even now, children, when I have become quite an adult and even a little old, even now sometimes, eating ice cream, I feel some kind of constriction and some kind of awkwardness in my throat. And at the same time, every time, out of my childish habit, I think: “Did I deserve this sweet, didn’t I lie and didn’t I cheat someone?”
Now a lot of people eat ice cream, because we have whole huge factories in which this pleasant dish is made.
Thousands of people and even millions eat ice cream, and I, children, would really like that all people, eating ice cream, would think about what I think about when I eat this sweet.
Abstract of an open lesson on literary reading
The date: 22.03.2013
Topic: Mikhail Mikhailovich Zoshchenko "Galoshes and ice cream"
Goals:
· Introduce the work;
Develop the ability to formulate the main idea of the text;
Teach children to analyze their actions and the actions of other people; to distinguish good from bad;
· Develop storytelling skills personal experience;
· Cultivate a good attitude towards people, teach justice;
Enrich the vocabulary of students, develop speech, thinking, memory.
Equipment:
for the teacher: computer, screen, multimedia projector;
for students : textbook by V.G. Goretsky, M.V. Golovanova - "Russian Word Plus"
cards "Insert the missing word";
sheets with text;
sun drawing.
During the classes
I.Organizing time .
Hello guys. Now we have a lesson in literary reading. There are guests at our lesson today, let's greet them. Sit down
II . Introductory conversation.
Let's start our lesson with a poem.
A prepared child reads a poem:
We live the best
Because with us - Laughter!
We never part with him.
Wherever we are, we laugh!
Let's look out the window in the morning
The rain is pouring, but we are laughing!
If the path to school lies,
Laughter runs around us.
Laughter can be different: sad and happy, offensive and pleasant, evil and kind. But there is another laughter - instructive, when funny situations not only entertain us, but also make us think about something serious. This is how we will laugh in a special way today when we get acquainted with one work.
III . Introduction to the work .
M. M. Zoshchenko.
(SLIDE)
A student of our class prepared a short message about this writer.
Student: Mikhail Mikhailovich Zoshchenko was born on July 29, 1894 in St. Petersburg. He was born into a poor, intelligent family. His father was an artist and his mother was a writer. At the age of 20, interrupting his studies at the university, Zoshchenko went to the front. He was a participant in the First World War and the Civil War. During the Great Patriotic War, he entered the fire defense group (the main goal was the fight against incendiary bombs) and with his son was on duty on the roof of the house during the bombing. For children, he wrote such well-known stories: "Christmas Tree", "Find", "Grandma's Gift", "Don't Lie" and others.(Slide)
And what is the name of the story with which we will work, you will learn by solving riddles.
1. Guess the riddle: who are we?
On a clear day, we sit at home.
It's raining - we've got work to do:
Stomp-slap through the swamps.
Answer: Galoshes
(Slide)
Black on top, red on the inside
When you put it down, it's so beautiful.
Galoshes
What are galoshes? What are they needed for? (Galoshes or galoshes are low rubber shoes worn over boots, shoes, boots or felt boots. The task of galoshes is to protect shoes from dirt and moisture and prevent them from spoiling.)
2. Do you want me to show you a trick?
I keep snow on a stick!
I ate the snow, what a pity
Only the wand remained.
I ate snow, cheered up
And he didn't get sick at all.
Ice cream
(Slide)
What is the name of our work? (galoshes and ice cream)
(Slide)
The story "Galoshes and ice cream" belongs to the cycle of stories "Lyolya and Minka". These stories tell of interesting adventures that happened to a brother and his older sister. (Great travelers, Christmas tree, Golden words, Nakhodka, No need to lie)
I V. Forecasting.
Let's make an assumption, what will be discussed in the work, given the name and features of the author's work?
(Children's answers)
VI. vocabulary work
get sick - get sick
rag-picker - Buyer, collector of rags
trans. A stingy, petty person (colloquial contempt.).
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VII. Introduction to the work
(reading of the work by an actor - audio recording performed by People's Artist of Russia Mikhail Svetin)
(stop audio recording)
Text questions:
Who are the main characters? (Lelya and Minka)
On whose behalf is the story being told? (on behalf of the author)
What have the children done? Tell their actions.
Why is dad angry?
Guys, let's dream up with you, what kind of punishment could dad come up with for his children? (answer options)
Was it a fair punishment? Cruel or not? Why?
PHYSMINUTKA (gymnastics for the eyes)
(PRESENTATION)
VI. Analysis of the work.
1. Blitz is a tournament.
Guys, now we will have a blitz tournament. We divided into teams in rows, the first row will prepare questions on the text (from pages 46 - 47) to the second row, the second row prepares questions for the third, and the third prepares questions for the first row.
2. "Fill in the missing word"
"Missing Words" (EVERYONE ON A DESK)
Don't worry, Aunt Olya and Uncle Kolya, I know what we need to do so that you are not left without _____________. I will take all the Lelins and Minkins ___________, sell them to ______________, and with the proceeds we will buy you brand new _____________.
That's not all. For _______ years, I forbid Lelya and Minka to eat _______. And after _________ years they can eat it, but every time they eat __________, let them remember this sad story, and every time let them think if they deserve this sweet.
Slide check.(SLIDE)
4. Staged
(Children play the scene)
3. Conclusion. Determine the main idea of the text
M. M. Zoshchenko not only reproduced an episode of his childhood. He also wanted to convey some very important idea for us, the readers. What thought? Find it in the text and read it.
VII . Reflection.
Guys! Have there been times in your life that you are embarrassed to remember?
What did they teach you?
And now you need to color your suns that lie on the desks. If you liked the lesson, draw a smiling mouth, and if you were bored and sad at the lesson, draw a sad mouth.
Verbal evaluation of children's work
VIII . Homework.
