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Cool on the topic of rasul gamzatov. Class hour dedicated to the work of R. Gamzatov “Through the pages of history…. Class hour "White Cranes"

21.02.2024

MUNICIPAL BUDGETARY EDUCATIONAL INSTITUTION "PRIMARY SCHOOL - KINDERGARTEN No. 52"

Class hour on the topic:

Prepared by a primary school teacher

Denikaeva Valentina Stanislavovna

denikaeva1960@ mail. ru

Makhachkala

Class hour in grade 3 “a”, dedicated to the 90th anniversary of the poet’s birth:

“Rasul Gamzatov – singer of goodness and humanity”

Goals : to reveal the life and creative path of Rasul Gamzatov. To help see and understand that R. Gamzatov’s poetry has become part of our culture, part of our life. To form the poetic culture of younger schoolchildren. Introduce children to the values of interpersonal relationships. To cultivate love for the Motherland, native land, culture and traditions of one’s people; to poetry through the work of Dagestan poets.

Tasks: contribute to the formation of UUD.

1. Personal: promote a full perception of the material being studied, the ability to express one’s thoughts, the development of positive self-esteem, and a positive attitude towards classes.

2. Regulatory: learn to evaluate the correctness of their actions, make the necessary adjustments, take the position of a listener, reader in accordance with the task.

3. Cognitive: develop the ability to cognition, perform simple logical actions, work with information, and develop research skills.

4. Communication: use available speech means to convey your impressions, understand the content of the material, respect the opinions of your interlocutors, show interest in the information presented, learn to work in groups, collectively.

Materials and equipment: portrait of Rasul Gamzatov, posters with statements by Eduardos Mezhelaitis, Rasul Gamzatov; presentation of the song “Cranes”; a film about the life and work of the poet, a computer, an exhibition of books.

Preliminary work:

Excursion to the monument to Rasul Gamzatov.

Form: Classroom hour.

Location : cool room.

Event plan:

- Organizing time;

Teacher's opening speech;

Getting to know new material;

Group work: student information;

Watching a film about the poet’s work;

Listening to a song;

Conversation;

Vocabulary and spelling work;

Summarizing.

Practical implementation.

Progress of the event.

I .Org. moment.

II . Teacher's opening speech.

Teacher: Good afternoon dear children!

There is an amazing country on the most beautiful planet Earth.

The biggest country in the world! It's Russia. And there is a wonderful republic in this country called Dagestan. Guys, name the capital of Dagestan(children's answers).

Teacher: RightMakhachkala !

In a huge city, among hundreds of schools

There is one where you came to study.

There is one in which we all live, friends.

There is one like this. It's impossible without her.

This is our high school.

Teacher: And now I want to check how well you know your city and its history.

You must answer my questions:

What was our city called before? (Port Petrovsk)

- After whom was the city of Makhachkala renamed?(in honor of the prominent revolutionary Makhach Dakhadayev)

What is the name of the sea (more precisely, the lake) on the shore of which our city is located? (Caspian)

What is the name of the cinema, which is located on Shamil Avenue? ("Russia")

Who is the president of our republic?(Abdulatipov Ramazan Gadzhimuradovich)

What is the name of the main street of the capital? (Rasul Gamzatov Avenue) .

Teacher: How many of you know who Rasul Gamzatov is? (children's answers).

Now look carefully at the board, read the topic of our class hour (read in chorus).

Epigraphs on the board:

Look forward, strive forward.

And yet someday

Stop and look back at your journey.

Rasul Gamzatov

… You can't help but love him:

He is warm, like a sunny day in the mountains, he is cheerful, like a rushing mountain stream, he is brave, like a winged mountain eagle, kind and gentle, like a mountain deer...

Eduardos Mezhelaitis

III . Getting to know new material.

Today our meeting is dedicated to the memory of the national Avar poet Rasul Gamzatov. A group of guys prepared information about the poet’s work.

Student:

Coming from the small, seventy saklya, Avar village of Tsada, Rasul Gamzatov was born in the September days of 1923. His father Gamzat was famous in the mountains for his wisdom, honesty and ability to ridicule human vices and shortcomings in public life with sharp, red-hot words. The name of Tsada’s native village became the surname of Rasul’s father, the poet and satirist Gamzat Tsadasa, the people’s poet of Dagestan.

Student:

Rasul Gamzatov began writing poetry when he was nine years old. Then his poems began to be published in the republican Avar newspaper “Bolshevik Gor”. The first book of poems in the Avar language was published in 1943. He was only twenty years old when he became a member of the USSR Writers' Union.

Student:

The poems and poems of Rasul Gamzatov were translated into Russian by such masters of the pen as Semyon Lipkin and Yulia Neiman. His friends, poets, worked especially fruitfully with him: Naum Grebnev, Yakov Kozlovsky, Robert Rozhdestvensky, Andrei Voznesensky and others. Rasul Gamzatov himself translated into Avar the poems and poems of Pushkin by Lermontov, Nekrasov, Blok, Mayakovsky and many others.

Student:

The poetry of Rasul Gamzatov is the river, the sea, the mountains, the people, and the sky above them. And thousands of different things and concepts that make up the wonderful name - Dagestan.

Student:

Rasul Gamzatov loved children very much. Listen to the poem “Take care of the children!”

Student:

I saw, like an eagle, defenseless chicks

Teaches you to spread your wings,

If only he taught negligent fathers

Do the same with your offspring.

This world is like an open wound in the chest,

She will never heal again.

But I say it like I’m praying on the road

Every moment: “Take care of the children!”

I ask everyone who performs prayers one thing -

Parishioners of all churches in the world:

“Forget about feuds, keep your home

And your defenseless children!

From illness, from revenge, from a terrible war,

From empty crazy ideas.

And we should shout with the whole world today

Only one thing: “Take care of the children!”

Teacher: What is Rasul Gamzatov calling for? (students express their opinions and participate in dialogue).

Teacher : Now watch a film about the life and work of the poet (presentation - ICT).

Teacher:

Many of his poems became songs. Listen to the song "Cranes" performed by Mark Bernes.

White cranes are symbols of purity and beauty that all people should strive for.

On the board is a poster with the song “Cranes” (children sing along).

-Who is this song dedicated to? (children's answers)

-What do you think the following words mean? (expansion of vocabulary, speech development).

Wedge - a piece of wood or metal tapering towards its pointed end; triangle shaped figure.
At the end of - about what is ending, what is almost gone; completion, end.
Interval - space or time that separates something.
It's time - time, period, term.
Flock - a group of animals of the same species sticking together.
Gray - dark gray with a bluish tint.
Haze - opaque air (from fog, dust, smoke, deepening twilight)
Hail - shout, stop or call.
Until now - until this time or until this place.
Lie down - to die, to be killed.
Shut up - stop talking, be quiet.

Teacher: Look at the illustrations. Who is Rasul Gamzatov talking to?(Talks with Russian President Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin ). Where is the monument to the poet installed in Makhachkala?(children's answers).

Teacher: On November 3, 2003, the poet’s heart stopped; he was buried in Makhachkala in a cemetery at the foot of Mount Tarki-Tau.

For his descendants he left the following will:

“My testament is in the books I wrote. I leave to my descendants Dagestan, which I also inherited from my ancestors - my land of love, hope, joy, land, beautiful girls, proud women and men. Dagestan is my mulatto, and my Kumari, and my wheel of life, and the mountain of my anxiety - Akhulgo. Take care of all this. Without this, there is neither my life nor my native mountains themselves.

I don’t take anything there from this good, kind, beautiful world. That’s why I ask you to take care of your Dagestan. Keep and magnify even more his glorious name. Dagestan is your very life, your dignity and your love. No, his adats are not stupid - cherish them and take care of them. His signs and symbols are not wild - wear them proudly and keep them in glory. Its peoples are few in number; love them with special love.”

At the end of the conversation, I ask you to listen to the poem “In Memory of Rasul Gamzatov,” which I dedicated to the poet’s 90th birthday.

Rasul Gamzatov - Avar poet,

The world has never seen anyone like him.

In the distant and mountainous Tsada he was born:

He studied there and then got married.

Went through fire and thousands of troubles,

Now he is a world-famous poet.

Rasul sang in verse about his native land,

Which he loved with all his soul.

We will preserve his memory,

We will sing it in our poems.

He will live in the hearts of people
Like a “wedge of tired cranes.”

Which other Dagestan poets do you know? (children's answers).

Our wonderful poetess Fazu Aliyeva says that a person cannot choose three shrines: parents, Motherland and nationality, but it is his duty to love and take care of these shrines.

Teacher: I really want there to always be peace and tranquility in our republic, so that religious tolerance and respect for representatives of other faiths, nationalities and cultures become our norms of life. So that you children grow up smart and healthy. May all your dreams come true and, like Rasul Gamzatov, each in his own way, glorify Dagestan. And now, guys, your main task is to study well.

IV . Summary of the lesson.

Teacher: And now, dear children, finishing the class hour, I would like to say a big thank you to everyone and express the hope that he helped us learn more about the wonderful Avar poet Rasul Gamzatov. I would also like to end our event with the words of the poet:

“I wanted to say to both adults and children, to all schoolchildren - let our names, our songs, our honor, our valor and courage not go into the ground, into oblivion, but remain an edification for future generations.

May good people remain in goodness, and bad people become good.”

- Do you agree with the poet's statement?

Are you interested in his work?

Analysis of the class hour “Rasul Gamzatov – singer of goodness and humanity.”

I believe that the goals of the event have been achieved. During the lesson, she revealed the life and creative path of Rasul Gamzatov. The lesson material was varied and reflected the main tasks of the development and training of junior schoolchildren. The structure was consistent with the type and objectives of the event. Acquaintance with the poet’s work took place in an unusual form, using information and communication technologies, which increased cognitive interest in the lesson; contributed to the formation of UUD. The guys demonstrated the developed skills and abilities that they mastered in reading, music, and Dagestan literature lessons.

Class hour "White Cranes".

Hello. How many of you know what holiday is tomorrow?

Children's answers (...)

In honor of this wonderful holiday, today we dedicate our class hour. (The melody of the song “White Cranes” sounds.) Tell me, children, how many of you know what this song is?

Children's answers(...)

Right. And today is our class hour dedicated to “White Cranes” by Rasul Gamzatov.(Slide1) Tell me, children, which of you knows who Rasul Gamzatov is? (Portraits of Rasul Gamzatov are on the board)

Children's answers(….)

How many of you know or may have heard the song “White Cranes”?( Slide2)

Children's answers(….)

It's hard to find a person who doesn't know song "Cranes": "Sometimes it seems to me that the soldiers..." If you ask someone to remember any song about the war, most will immediately name "Victory Day", but immediately after that - "Cranes".

At the same time, few know the history of this song, sincerely believing that it was written during the Second World War. But no, the song “Cranes” was born later, much later - more than 20 years after the end of the war.

Let's get to know the "Cranes" a little closer today. But first, let's remember this song after listening to it in its very first - and most famous performance. So, Mark Bernes (recorded in 1968):

Performance of the song by Mark Bernes (Play recording).

It all started on August 6, 1945 in Japan. It was on this terrible day An atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima. Two year old's house Sadako Sasaki was only one and a half kilometers from the epicenter of the explosion, but the girl not only survived - it seemed that she did not receive any damage at all. Until the age of eleven, Sadako grew up as an ordinary child - active and cheerful. The girl played sports, participated in competitions... But suddenly her life became completely different. In November 1954, Sadako showed the first signs of radiation sickness, and in February doctors made a terrible diagnosis: “leukemia” - a blood cancer, which in Japan at that time was called “atomic bomb disease”.

The girl was admitted to the hospital, but there was no hope of recovery. One day, Sadako's best friend, Chizuko, came to visit the sick woman and brought her unusual gift: paper crane. Chizuko told an old Japanese legend: Anyone who folds a thousand paper cranes can make any wish and it will come true. Sadako dreamed of getting better. She began folding cranes, doing this all day long. Any piece of paper that fell into her hands turned into a paper bird.

It is often written that Sadako managed to make only 644 cranes. But that's not true. It’s just that in 1977, the writer Eleanor Coher published a book called “Sadako and a Thousand Paper Cranes,” in which she talked about 644 cranes - supposedly, the sick girl did not have time to make her dream come true. In fact, everything was much sadder : Sadako made a thousand cranes, but... her wish did not come true. The disease did not go away. The girl continued to struggle and folded more and more cranes... (Slide3) Look at these cranes made from paper. Have you seen such cranes anywhere?

MUNICIPAL BUDGETARY EDUCATIONAL INSTITUTION FOR CHILDREN OF PRESCHOOL AND PRIMARY SCHOOL AGE “PROGYMNASIA No. 52 “GUNYASH”

Class hour on the topic:

Prepared by a primary school teacher

Denikaeva Valentina Stanislavovna

denikaeva [email protected]

Makhachkala

Class hour in grade 3 “a”, dedicated to the 90th anniversary of the poet’s birth:

“Rasul Gamzatov – singer of goodness and humanity”

Goals: to reveal the life and creative path of Rasul Gamzatov. To help see and understand that R. Gamzatov’s poetry has become part of our culture, part of our life. To form the poetic culture of younger schoolchildren. Introduce children to the values of interpersonal relationships. To cultivate love for the Motherland, native land, culture and traditions of one’s people; to poetry through the work of Dagestan poets.

Tasks: contribute to the formation of UUD.

1.Personal: promote a full perception of the material being studied, the ability to express one’s thoughts, the development of positive self-esteem, and a positive attitude towards classes.

2.Regulatory: learn to evaluate the correctness of their actions, make the necessary adjustments, take the position of a listener, reader in accordance with the task.

3.Cognitive: develop the ability to cognition, perform simple logical actions, work with information, and develop research skills.

Preliminary work:

Excursion to the monument to Rasul Gamzatov.

Form: Classroom hour.

Location: cool room.

Event plan:

- Organizing time;

Teacher's opening speech;

Getting to know new material;

Group work: student information;

Watching a film about the poet’s work;

Listening to a song;

Conversation;

Vocabulary and spelling work;

Summarizing.

Practical implementation.

Progress of the event.

I .Org. moment.

II. Teacher's opening speech.

Teacher: Good afternoon dear children!

There is an amazing country on the most beautiful planet Earth.

The biggest country in the world! It's Russia. And there is a wonderful republic in this country called Dagestan. Guys, name the capital of Dagestan (children's answers).

Teacher: Right Makhachkala!

In a huge city, among hundreds of schools

There is one where you came to study.

There is one in which we all live, friends.

There is one like this. It's impossible without her.

This is our high school.

Teacher: And now I want to check how well you know your city and its history.

You must answer my questions:

What was our city called before? ( Port Petrovsk)

- After whom was the city of Makhachkala renamed? (in honor of the prominent revolutionary Makhach Dakhadayev)

What is the name of the sea (more precisely, the lake) on the shore of which our city is located? ( Caspian)

What is the name of the cinema, which is located on Shamil Avenue? (" Russia")

Who is the president of our republic? (Abdulatipov Ramazan Gadzhimuradovich)

What is the name of the main street of the capital? ( Rasul Gamzatov Avenue).

Teacher: How many of you know who Rasul Gamzatov is? (children's answers).

Now look carefully at the board, read the topic of our class hour (read in chorus).

Epigraphs on the board:

Look forward, strive forward.

And yet someday

Stop and look back at your journey.

Rasul Gamzatov

… You can't help but love him:

He is warm, like a sunny day in the mountains, he is cheerful, like a rushing mountain stream, he is brave, like a winged mountain eagle, kind and gentle, like a mountain deer...

Eduardos Mezhelaitis

III. Getting to know new material.

Today our meeting is dedicated to the memory of the national Avar poet Rasul Gamzatov. A group of guys prepared information about the poet’s work.

Student:

The poetry of Rasul Gamzatov is the river, the sea, the mountains, the people, and the sky above them. And thousands of different things and concepts that make up the wonderful name - Dagestan.

Student:

Rasul Gamzatov loved children very much. Listen to the poem “Take care of the children!”

Student:

I saw, like an eagle, defenseless chicks

Teaches you to spread your wings,

If only he taught negligent fathers

Do the same with your offspring.

This world is like an open wound in the chest,

She will never heal again.

But I say it like I’m praying on the road

Every moment: “Take care of the children!”

I ask everyone who performs prayers one thing -

Parishioners of all churches in the world:

“Forget about feuds, keep your home

And your defenseless children!

From illness, from revenge, from a terrible war,

From empty crazy ideas.

And we should shout with the whole world today

Only one thing: “Take care of the children!”

Teacher: What is Rasul Gamzatov calling for? ( students express their opinions and participate in dialogue).

Teacher: Now watch a film about the life and work of the poet.

Teacher:

Many of his poems became songs. Listen to the song " Cranes" performed by Mark Bernes.

White cranes are symbols of purity and beauty that all people should strive for.

On the board is a poster with the song “Cranes” (children sing along).

Who is this song dedicated to? ( children's answers)

What do you think the following words mean? ( expansion of vocabulary, speech development).

Wedge- a piece of wood or metal tapering towards its pointed end; triangle shaped figure.
At the end of- about what is ending, what is almost gone; completion, end.
Interval- space or time that separates something.
It's time- time, period, term.
Flock - a group of animals of the same species sticking together.
Gray- dark gray with a bluish tint.
Haze- opaque air (from fog, dust, smoke, deepening twilight)
Hail- shout, stop or call.
Until now - until this time or until this place.
Lie down- to die, to be killed.
Shut up- stop talking, be quiet.

Teacher: Look at the illustrations. Who is Rasul Gamzatov talking to? (Talks with Russian President Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin). Where is the monument to the poet installed in Makhachkala? (children's answers).

Teacher: On November 3, 2003, the poet’s heart stopped; he was buried in Makhachkala in a cemetery at the foot of Mount Tarki-Tau.

For his descendants he left the following will:

At the end of the conversation, I ask you to listen to the poem “In Memory of Rasul Gamzatov,” which I dedicated to the poet’s 90th birthday.

Rasul Gamzatov - Avar poet,

The world has never seen anyone like him.

In the distant and mountainous Tsada he was born:

He studied there and then got married.

Went through fire and thousands of troubles,

Now he is a world-famous poet.

Rasul sang in verse about his native land,

Which he loved with all his soul.

We will preserve his memory,

We will sing it in our poems.

He will live in the hearts of people
Like a “wedge of tired cranes.”

Which other Dagestan poets do you know? ( children's answers).

Our wonderful poetess Fazu Aliyeva says that a person cannot choose three shrines: parents, Motherland and nationality, but it is his duty to love and take care of these shrines.

IV . Summary of the lesson.

May good people remain in goodness, and bad people become good.”

- Do you agree with the poet's statement?

Are you interested in his work?

Analysis of the class hour “Rasul Gamzatov – singer of goodness and humanity.”

Class hour "White Crane Festival"

The lesson was developed and conducted by the teacher

primary classes Dolgopolova O.M.

Target: To introduce school students to the immortal image of Rasul Gamzatov’s white cranes, they flew across the borders of countries and continents and are forever captured in dozens of monuments around the world - in Russia, Japan, the USA, Ukraine, Uzbekistan.
Tasks:
Educational:
Formation of information competence of students: development of students’ ability to work with various sources of information, the ability to highlight the main thing, find and use the necessary information from a variety of sources, including working with a book, searching for information in the library, the Internet.
Formation of students' ideas about the connection of local history with history and literature.
Educational:
Formation of civil responsibility, respect for the historical memory of one’s people, historical facts, and documents.
Formation of friendly communication skills and mutual assistance when working in a group.
Educational:
Formation of elements of creative search and cognitive interest.
Development of emotional and value thinking of students using the example of interaction between local history, literature, and history.
Preparing for the performance: in advance, students prepare poems by R. Gamzatov, draw pictures, prepare white cranes.
Teacher: Our country Russia is great and huge. And in our country there is the mountainous Republic of Dagestan (show on map). The capital of Dagestan is the city of Makhachkala. Freedom-loving people live in this republic: Avars, Dargins, Kumyks, Lezgins, Russians. On June 22, 1941, without declaring war, Nazi Germany treacherously violated the borders of our country. Nazi Germany wanted to turn all the peoples of our country into slaves. On July 3, 1941, the head of the Soviet government, J.V. Stalin, said: “Our cause is just. The enemy will be defeated, Victory will be ours!”
The music “Holy War” plays.
Teacher: Military mobilization was announced over a large area of the country. But large lines of volunteers grew at the gates of the military registration and enlistment offices. Every resident of our country became a warrior and understood his life as a military duty. They stood at the defense line, repaired roads, and helped in hospitals. They helped as much as they could.
Student (reads a poem against the background of calm music)
Rockets green lights

Pale faces were slashed

Lower your head

And, like a crazy person, don’t get in front of the bullets.
Order: “Forward!”

Command: “Stand up!”

Again I wake up my comrade,

And someone called their own mother,

And someone remembered someone else's,
When breaking oblivion,

Nobody shouted: “For Russia!”

And they went and died for her.
These lines were written by the poet Nikolai Starshinov, who from the first days stood up to defend the Motherland.
Teacher (shows a portrait of R. Gamzatov): The enemy was approaching the Caucasus. A lot of poets stood up to defend their Motherland. Among them are Rasul Gamzatov, Kerim Otarov, Nikolai Starshinov, Yulia Drunina, Musa Jalil, and many others. These people not only defended the country, but also continued to write poems in which they urged not to be afraid of the enemy. They took part in the most brutal battles, they retreated and went on the attack again, were captured, escaped, were hospitalized and returned to the front line. Rasul Gamzatov addresses his friend in the poem.
Dedicated to my friend Kerim Otarov (read by teacher)
On a damp night, curled up in his greatcoat.

In the July heat, sometimes winter blizzards,

In the fields where predatory bullets whistled,

Everywhere I remembered you, my friend.
We didn’t finish the poems we started,

We left our father's mountains to answer the call of war,

We stood up to meet the battle storm,

Like sons loyal to the fatherland.

(Children read poetry)

***
Field along the steep bank, past the huts

In a private's gray overcoat

A soldier was walking.

A soldier walked - a servant of the Fatherland,

The soldier walked in the name of life.

Saving the earth

Despising death, the soldier walked forward.
***
Since I began my military journey,

More than once the mountains shone with a white cloak...

Better let death penetrate my chest,

Than the enemy - to my native land.

Teacher: The battle for our Motherland, Russia, was a real hell not only on earth, but also in the air. The furious fire of German anti-aircraft guns prevented our planes from launching an attack. And yet our soldiers turned out to be better, braver. They directed tanks from the rear at enemy anti-aircraft guns and
Tanks rushed, raising the wind,

A formidable armor was advancing,

And the enemy flock flew to the ground

Under the pressure of steel and fire.
Teacher: Soldiers of wars in damp trenches, covered with leaves, feeling how the ground became cold under the fog, blackened by craters, sleeping near their guns. They had dreams: it was longing for the Motherland, longing for Russia, for the river where he swam as a child, for the mountains where he played with his comrades.
At war
Wanting to live, overcoming fear,

We are freezing in the trenches, chewing bread and dirt,

She grits her teeth disgustingly...

Frost and dampness make us shiver.

A soldier sacrifices his life.

Even though death is terrible, you can’t turn back,

This is how we soldiers live in war.

We hardly sleep, but we fight against adversity,

Four of us smoking one cigarette,

By blocking the enemy's path...

This is how we soldiers live in war.

How many friends I have lost here!

They lie unburied...

So, preserving the life of his country,

We spend under bullets day after day.
Teacher: The Germans wanted to conquer the Caucasus Mountains, they climbed to the top of Mount Elbrus (show on the map). But our mountaineering soldiers also climbed up and threw away their fascist flag, saying that: “These mountains will never belong to the Germans. And Russia will be behind us.” Just as the eagle bird protects its nest, so the mountaineers protect their mountains.
***
I am a mountaineer... How I love this word!

With him I also found courage.

Winged, it sounds harsh,

Among other words, it really is an eagle.

Like a belated mother eagle

The eaglet waits anxiously, greedily, silently

This is how the poem awaits the poet-warrior,

What he didn’t have time to finish writing at home.
The soldiers fought bravely and were not afraid of death. And you write about this in your poems Kaisyn Kuliev:
Perhaps my mother won’t wait for me.

The war will cover me with snow.

But it’s better for me to lie in my native land,

How to live on it, captured by enemies.
Teacher: The Germans, seeing how the Russian people were defending their land, became fierce. They captured and burned villages and villages. They drove people into barns, burning them and leveling them to the ground.
“Destroyed house”
Who sang here?

Who was watching from the window?

Who was sitting on the bench by the willow trees?..

Just a shabby skinny cat

He sits on gray ashes.

Sorrow creeps up into a lump in my throat.

Neither grandma nor priest will cry

Their death under the rubble of the house

From bombs who know no pity.
Teacher: Tatar poet Musa Jalil received a summons on July 13, 1941. He was eager to fight, but the commanders, knowing that Musa was a good, famous poet, wanted to send him to the rear. To which Musa replied: “Understand, I am a poet. I can’t, sitting in the rear, call for the Defense of the Motherland. My place is among the fighters. I must be at the front and beat the fascists.” Musa Jalil addresses his daughter Cholpan:
Goodbye, my smart girl,

Be sad about me

I'll cross the street -

I'll end up at war.

Musa Jalil fought in the second shock army. He was a soldier, a writer, and a poet. He wrote essays and stories about soldiers, their everyday life, offensives and defeats. Since July 1942, his family stopped receiving any news from Musa Jalil. He went missing, and only on April 29, 1945, it became known that all these years the poet had been in Moabit prison. Our troops fired at this prison with caution, knowing that there were a lot of captured soldiers there. And Musa Jalil wrote:
Hit your enemies, my land,

For me, for me

For me, don’t spare the shells!

Hit the prisons!

…I still whisper: “I love you”

My Moscow.
Teacher: In April 1946, a broad-shouldered, black-haired man came into the Writers' Union, did not identify himself, but left a notebook sewn from various scraps of paper. On the last page of the notebook it was written (read “To a friend who can read Tatar”, p. 34 “...In the footsteps of a broken song”;
***
Student:
Heart with the last breath of life

He will fulfill his firm oath:

I always dedicated songs to the Fatherland,

Now I give my life to the Fatherland.
***
Student:
The brave are always recognized in battle,

The hero is tested in grief.
Teacher: The turning point in the war has come...
Student:
Spring. Our tanks are going to battle.

Deadly fights await them.

And in the grove the hoopoes shout: doo-doo-oo,

Sparrows build their nests.

The trees in the forest are shady and dense,

And the tanks are rushing into battle

There are blue flowers on their way,

The horizon is blue in the distance.

A swarm of moths flies over the water -

It's like there's a war there too.

The young tanker admires them.

Our tanks are coming. Spring.
Student. The war claimed 27 million inhabitants of our Motherland. We bow our heads in deep bow before the feat of arms of our people. We owe our lives to veterans, their comrades, those who died and those who survived. The world must not forget the horror of that war, the devastation, suffering and death. This would be a crime against the fallen soldiers, a crime against future generations. Fighting for peace is the responsibility of everyone living on earth.
The war ended a long time ago, the trenches were razed to the ground, the temporary front roads were overgrown with grass, the dugouts were covered with flowers, but the earth will always remember the war and its sons-soldiers.
Student:
From the heroes of old

Sometimes there are no names left.

Those who accepted mortal combat,

They became just dirt and grass.

Only their formidable valor

Settled in the hearts of the living.

This eternal flame, bequeathed to us alone,

We keep it in our chests.
Teacher: In memory of all the warriors, warrior-poets who did not return from the war, Rasul Gamzatov erected a monument to white cranes flying high in his native Dagestan. It represents all the dead soldiers with white cranes flying into oblivion.
Today in the early evening

I see cranes in the fog

They fly in their own specific formation,

They wandered like people through the fields.

Teacher: October 22 every year in Dagestan is the holiday of white cranes. On this day, thousands of cranes are launched into the sky in memory of those killed. And, at the same time, Poetry Day is celebrated.
On the board: “The death of a poet is not everything. His songs live.”
The song “Cranes” is playing.
Children light candles - a minute of silence.
We go outside and release white balloons with cranes (the song “Cranes” continues to play)
Cranes
It seems to me sometimes that the soldiers

Those who did not come from the bloody fields,

It was not in this land that we once died,

And they turned into white cranes.
They are still from those distant times

Isn’t that why it’s often sad,

Do we fall silent while looking at the heavens?
A tired wedge flies, flies across the sky -

My former friends and relatives

And in their ranks there is a small gap -

Maybe this is the place for me.
The day will come, and with a flock of cranes,

I will swim in the same gray haze,

Calling from under the sky like a bird,

All of you whom I left on earth.

0 Extracurricular event “Singer of the Native Land”, dedicated to the work of the national poet of Dagestan Rasul Gamzatov

Russia, Republic of Dagestan, Izberbash
MKOU secondary school No. 1
Teacher of Russian language and literature
Abakarova Zarema Magomedovna

Target: 1) increasing interest in the works of R. Gamzatov, 2) expanding the reader’s horizons, 3) instilling love for the native land and native word through the poetic word of R. Gamzatov.

Decor: presentation, book exhibition, newspapers about R. Gamzatov.

(Slide 1,2)

Reader 1 (Slide3)

Rasul Gamzatov is a revelation of the heart.

Has he left? Did he ride off on horseback?

But - all the same, returning to their ancestors,

He passed into the memory of new generations...

Or maybe, looking at the valleys from above,

With a sad sigh he parted the heavens,

And at parting, forgiving all people,

He flew up to his flock like a crane

Presenter 1

Why do people read poetry?

Presenter 2

Because the word of a real poet, filled with inner music and harmony, can sometimes say more than entire volumes of ordinary gray words.

Presenter 1

Why do people need poetry?

Presenter 2

It is enough to look back at the experience of our ancestors to see: “poet” and “sage” often meant the same thing. It is not for nothing that in the East the mighty rulers did not shy away from the poetic word, and great poets became major statesmen.

Presenter 1

The poetry of Rasul Gamzatov is the river, the sea, the mountains, the people, and the sky above them. And thousands of different things and concepts that make up the wonderful name - Dagestan.

Presenter 2

Rasul Gamzatov is an Avar poet. But this is only the first step. This is the poet of all Dagestan, its “calling card”. Not everyone will answer what kind of country this is - Dagestan? But it’s rare that someone hasn’t heard the name - Rasul Gamzatov.

Presenter 1

He calls the book “My Dagestan” the lyrical and philosophical encyclopedia of small people. But the people who give birth to such songs and feats as were revealed to the world in the Dagestan mountains and valleys cannot be small. All the lines of the amazing book “My Dagestan” are permeated with confession, trust and lyricism.

Presenter 2

My little Dagestan and my huge world. Two streams that merge into one stream upon reaching the valley. Two tears that flow from two eyes and flow down two cheeks, but born of one grief or one joy.

Reader 2

Drops fell on the poet's cheeks,

On his right cheek and on his left.

That drop of joy is a drop of sadness,

A tear of love - and a tear of anger.

Two little drops, pure and quiet,

Two drops are powerless until they merge,

But, having merged, they will turn into poetry,

And they will flash like lightning and rain down.

Presenter 1

My little Dagestan and my huge world. This is my life, my symphony, my book, this is my theme.

“Let at least one person read my book, and I will be happy. I want to tell this person about my small, simple and proud country. Where is it located, what language do its inhabitants speak, what do they talk about, what songs do they sing,” wrote R. Gamzatov in the book “My Dagestan”.

Reader 3

Dagestan - you are my face. I forbid anyone to touch you.

Reader 4

Dagestan, you are a mother to me.

Reader 5

Dagestan is my love and my oath, my prayer and my prayer. You alone are the main theme of everyone

my books, my whole life.

Reader 1 (Slide 4)

MY DAGESTAN

When I, having traveled to many countries,

Tired, he returned home from the road,

Bending over me, Dagestan asked:

“Isn’t it a distant land that you fell in love with?”

I climbed the mountain and from that height,

Taking a deep breath, Dagestan answered:

"I have seen many lands, but you

Still my favorite in the world.

I may rarely swear my love to you,

It's not new to love, but it's not new to swear,

I love silently because I'm afraid:

A word repeated a hundred times will fade.

And if you are every son of these places,

Shouting like a herald, he will swear in love,

Then your stone rocks will get tired

And listen and echo in the distance.

And yet, having returned to you from strangers,

Distant capitals, both talkative and deceitful,

Singing streams and proud mountains.

Presenter 1 (Slide 5)

When a highlander goes somewhere, he, of course, takes his donkey with him. On the back of this kind animal you always see three things tied: a large bag filled with something, right there, next to it, a small wineskin, and right there, next to it, another jug.

(Skit)

What's that loaded on your donkey? Sell it to us.

You don't have enough gold or silver to buy it.

Set your price and we'll see.

There can be no price for this.

What is in your bags that has no price?

My Motherland, my Dagestan.

The homeland is loaded on a donkey! – the young people laughed. “Come on, come on, show your homeland!”

The highlander untied the bag, and the people saw ordinary earth in it.

However, the land was extraordinary. Three-quarters of it consisted of stones.

And it's all?! Is this your treasure?

Yes. This is the land of my mountains. My father's first prayer, my mother's first tear, my first oath, the last thing my grandfather left, the last thing I will leave to my grandson.

What else is this? (points to the jug)

This is water from the Caspian Sea. How Dagestan looks in the mirror in this sea.

Well, what's in the wineskin?

Dagestan consists of three parts: the first is the land, the second is the sea, and the third is everything else.

So, you have everything else in your wineskin?

Yes. This is true.

Well, why are you carrying this cargo with you?

So that my homeland will always be with me. If I die on the way, the grave will be covered with earth, the tombstone will be washed with sea water.

Presenter 1 (Slide 6)

Presenter 2 (Slide 7)

My native Avar language! You are my wealth, a treasure that protects against a rainy day, a cure for all ailments. If a person was born with the heart of a singer, but dumb, then it would be better for him to be born. I have many songs in my heart, I have a voice. This voice is you, my native Avar language.

(Slide 8)

Reader

"Native language"

It's always absurd and strange in a dream.

I dreamed about my death today

With lead in my chest I lay motionless.

The river rings and runs indomitably.

Forgotten and unnecessary to anyone

I sprawled on my native land

Before I hit the ground myself

I'm dying, but no one talks about it

He doesn’t know and won’t come to me,

Only in the heights are eagles squawking somewhere

And the deer moan somewhere to the side.

And to cry over my grave

About the fact that I died in my prime,

There is no mother, no friend, no sweetheart,

Why, there’s no mourner there either.

So I lay and died in powerlessness

And suddenly I heard not far away

Two people walked and talked

My native language is Avar.

Midday heat in the valley of Dagestan

I was dying, and people were talking

About the cunning of some Hasan,

About the antics of some Ali.

And, vaguely hearing the sound of my native speech,

I came to life, and the moment came

When I realized what would cure me

Not a doctor, not a healer, but a native language.

Heals someone from illness

Another language, but I can’t sing in it,

And if tomorrow my tongue disappears,

Then I'm ready to die today.

Presenter 1 (Slide 9)

Father was an example in everything for Rasul. In his book “My Dagestan” Rasul describes one incident:

(Skit)

Rasul (in adulthood):

Once in my childhood, my father severely punished me; I have long forgotten the beating, but I still remember the reason clearly. In the morning, I went out as if to go to school, but in fact I turned into an alley and played with the street boys until the evening with the money that my father gave me for books.

Over the course of the whole day, my pants were torn through, and my knees were scratched. Meanwhile, the older brothers were looking for me throughout the village. And so I appeared before my father's court.

What is this?

These are the knees

Knees are knees, but why are they visible? Tell me, where did you tear your pants?

At school... caught on a nail...

How how? Repeat….

For the nail.

At school.

(The father hit him on the cheek with his palm.)

Tell me now, how did you tear your pants?

Rasul was silent. His father hit him a second time.

Father: If you don’t tell me everything as it happened now, I’ll hit you with a whip.

Rasul knew what a whip with a petrified knot at the end was. Fear of her forced me to tell all the misadventures in order, starting in the morning. The trial is over. For three days Rasul walked around not himself. On the third day, his father sat him down next to him, stroked his head and asked

Do you know why I beat you?

For playing for money

No, not for that. Who among us did not play for money as a child? And I played, and your older brothers played.

For tearing your pants?

No, and not by the pants. You're not a girl to walk along the path all the time.

For not going to school.

Of course, this is your big mistake, said the father, but I beat you, son, for your lies. Lies are a terrible weed in the field of your soul. If it is not uprooted in time, it will fill the entire field so that there will be no place for a good seed to grow. If you lie again, I will kill you.

(Slide 10)

Reader 2:

My father said: if you commit an unworthy, shameful act, no matter how much you pray later, you cannot take back what you have done.

Reader 3:

Father also said: a person who committed a shameful act, and then after a few years began to repent, is like someone who wants to pay off a debt with old pre-reform money.

Reader 4:

And my father also said: if you allowed evil to do everything it wanted and released it from the hut into freedom, what is the use of beating the place where this evil sat?

Presenter 1 (Slide 11)

In the book “My Dagestan,” Rasul Gamzatov says: “To love beautifully also requires talent. Maybe love needs talent more than love needs talent; love accompanies talent, but does not replace it.” The poet dedicated his brightest, most passionate, most sensual poems to a woman. Love for a woman is the poet’s most devoted muse. And the image in which all the best qualities of his beloved women were embodied was the image of his wife Patimat.

Reader 5:

I'm afraid to write poetry. Suddenly, having read them,

Another, more worthy and younger than me,

He will love you, not kidding either.

I'm talking about you, who is dearest to me,

I'm afraid to write. Suddenly someone, loving,

He will talk to another, his beloved too,

With the words that I found for you.

(Slide 12. The song “Sunny Days Have Disappeared” performed by V. Leontyev is played)

(Slide 13)

Presenter 2:

Book one - Abutalib,

And in the second - Abutalib.

The poet is in love with him,

Well, to put it bluntly, I'm in trouble.

Presenter 1:

In Rasul Gamzatov’s book “My Dagestan”, wise thoughts, dressed in the form of aphorisms, proverbs, sayings, are scattered seriously and jokingly throughout the pages. And they are most often preceded by two words: “Abutalib said.” Abutalib, indeed, was a very original thinking person both as a poet and as an interlocutor wise with life experience.

(Slides 14,15)

Reader 2:

Abutalib said:

If you shoot the past with a gun, the future will shoot you with a cannon.

Reader 3:

Abutalib said:

If the water goes rotten, you won’t see the bottom, even if the water is no higher than your knees.

Reader 4:

Abutalib said:

Always call the bad bad, call the good good.

Reader 2:

Abutalib said:

If you praise, then do not scold the same; If you scold, then don’t praise.

Reader 3:

Abutalib said:

If you don’t have a hundred rubles in your pocket, then don’t pretend that you have them.

Presenter 2:

There was a case with Abutalib. He brought it to the watchmaker to fix the watch. The master at that time was busy repairing the watch of a young man sitting right there.

(Skit)

“Sit down,” said the watchmaker to Abutalib.

Yes, I see you have people. I'll come back another time.

Where did you see people? – the watchmaker was surprised.

And this young man?

If he were human, he would immediately stand up as soon as you entered and give way to you...

Dagestan doesn’t care whether this loafer’s watch is slow, but your watch must be running correctly.

Presenter 2:

Abutalib later said that when he was awarded the title of People's Poet of Dagestan, he was not as happy as he was then in the watchmaker's workshop.

Presenter 2: (Slides 16,17)

We all know Rasul Gamzatov as an optimist and witty man, a man with a subtle sense of humor. From the notebook pages:

Reader 2:

He was not considered a sage

And I was not known as a brave man,

But bow to him:

He was a man

Reader 3:

The mountaineers say that to find out the real price of a person, you need to ask seven:

2. At joy.

3.In a woman.

4.At the saber.

5. In silver.

6.At the bottle.

7. At his place.

Reader 4:

Descend from a monkey

The man had a long way to go.

Drunk, he set off on his way back,

Within an hour I became an animal again.

Reader 2:

Man and freedom, man and honor, man and courage merge into one concept. The mountaineers do not imagine that an eagle can be two-faced. They call the two-faced crows. A person is not just a name, but a title, and a high title at that, and it is not easy to achieve it.

Presenter 1: (Slide 18)

Each literary work has its own destiny. The fate of the song “Cranes”, to which the poet devoted several pages in his prose book “My Dagestan,” is interesting. This song was born in 1965 in the city of Hiroshima.

Having seen in Hiroshima the project of a monument to a simple Japanese girl with a crane in her hands, having learned her story, the poet experienced deep excitement, which later resulted in poetry.

Today, the cry of the crane continues to call all of us living on Earth to peace, brotherhood and unity.

Please listen to the crane's cry! ( Slide 19)

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