When I was five years old, a great grief befell me. I do not know if I subsequently experienced more grief than I did then.
My grandmother died. Until that time, she sat every day on the corner sofa in her room and told wonderful things.
I don’t remember another grandmother, as sitting on her sofa and telling us from morning till night to us children, hiding and quietly sitting next to her; we were afraid to say a word from grandmother's stories. It was a charming life! There were no children happier than we are.
I vaguely remember the image of my grandmother. I remember that she had beautiful, chalk white hair, that she was very hunched over and constantly knitted her stocking.
I also remember that when my grandmother finished her story, she put her hand on my head and said:
"And all this is as true as the fact that I see you, and you see me."
I remember that my grandmother could sing beautiful songs; but their grandmother did not sing every day. One of these songs spoke of a knight and a sea maiden, to this song there was a chorus:
"How cold the wind blows, how cold the wind blows over the wide sea."
I remember a little prayer that my grandmother taught me, and the verses of a psalm.
I have only a faint, vague recollection of all my grandmother's stories. Only one of them I remember so well that I can tell. This is a small story about the Nativity of Christ.
Here, almost everything that I have preserved in the memory of my grandmother; but best of all I remember the grief that gripped me when she died.
I remember that morning when the corner sofa was left empty and it was impossible to imagine how to spend a long day. I remember this well and will never forget.
We children were brought in to say goodbye to the deceased. We were afraid to kiss a dead hand; but someone told us that for the last time we can thank grandmother for all the joys she gave us.
I remember how the legends and songs left our house, boarded up in a long black coffin, and never returned.
I remember how something disappeared from life. As if the door to a wonderful magical world was closed, access to which was completely free for us before. Since then, there has been no one who could open this door again.
I remember that we, children, had to learn to play with dolls and other toys, as all children play, and gradually we learned and got used to them.
It could seem that we have replaced our grandmother with new fun, that we have forgotten her.
But even today, forty years later, while I am analyzing the legends about Christ, collected and heard by me in a distant foreign land, a small story about the Nativity of Christ, which I heard from my grandmother, rises in my memory. And I am pleased to tell it again and put it in my collection.
* * *
It was Christmas Eve. Everyone went to church, except for my grandmother and me. I think that the two of us were alone in the whole house; only my grandmother and I could not go with everyone, because she was too old, and I was too small. We were both grieved that we would not hear the Christmas carols and see the sacred lights.
When we, lonely, sat on grandmother's sofa, grandmother began to tell:
“One deep at night, a man went to look for fire. He went from house to house and knocked;
Kind people, help me - he said. - Give me hot coals to start a fire: I need to warm the just-born Baby and His Mother.
The night was deep, all the people were asleep, and no one answered him.
The man who was looking for fire came up to the flock; three huge dogs lying at the shepherd's feet jumped up, hearing other people's footsteps; they opened their wide mouths as if they wanted to bark, but the sound of the barking did not break the silence of the night. The man saw how the fur rose on the backs of the dogs, how the sharp teeth of a dazzling white sparkled in the darkness, and the dogs rushed at him. One of them grabbed him by the leg, the other - by the arm, the third - grabbed his throat; but the teeth and jaws did not obey the dogs, they could not bite the stranger and did not cause him the slightest harm.
A person wants to go to the fire in order to take the fire. But the sheep lay so close to one another that their backs were touching, and he could not go further forward. Then the man climbed on the backs of the animals and walked along them to the fire. And not a single sheep woke up or moved. "
Until now, without interrupting, I listened to my grandmother's story, but then I could not help but ask:
Why didn't the sheep move? - I asked my grandmother.
You will find out a little later, - answered the grandmother and continued the story:
“When the man approached the fire, the shepherd noticed him. He was an old, sullen man who was cruel and harsh towards all people. Seeing a stranger, he grabbed a long, pointed stick, with which he was driving his flock, and threw it with force at the stranger. The stick flew right at the person, but without touching him, turned to the side and fell somewhere far in the field. "
At this point, I again interrupted my grandmother:
Grandma, why didn't the stick hit the man? I asked; but my grandmother did not answer me and continued her story.
“The man approached the shepherd and said to him:
Good friend! Help me, give me some fire.
A baby has just been born; I need to make a fire to warm the Baby and His Mother.
The shepherd would most willingly refuse a stranger. But when he remembered that the dogs could not bite this man, that the sheep did not scatter in front of him, and the stick did not hit him, as if it didn’t want to hurt him, the shepherd felt terrified and he did not dare to refuse the stranger his request.
Take as much as you want, ”he told the man.
But the fire was almost extinguished. The twigs and branches had burned out long ago, only blood-red coals remained, and the man thought with concern and bewilderment about what to bring him the hot coals.
Noticing the stranger's embarrassment, the shepherd repeated once more to him:
Take as much as you need!
He gloatedly thought that man would not be able to take the fire. But the stranger bent down, with his bare hands took out hot coals from the ashes and put them in the edge of his cloak. And the coals not only didn’t burn his hands when he took them out, but they didn’t burn his cloak either, and the stranger calmly walked back, as if he were carrying nuts or apples in his cloak, not hot coals ”.
Here again I could not help but ask:
Grandmother! why didn’t they burn the man’s coals and burn his cloak?
You will soon find out, - answered the grandmother and began to tell further.
“The old, sullen, wicked shepherd was amazed at everything that he had to see.
What is this night, he asked himself, in which the dogs do not bite, the sheep do not get scared, the stick does not strike and the fire does not burn?
He called out to the stranger and asked him:
What a wonderful night tonight? And why do animals and objects show you mercy?
I can’t tell you this if you don’t see it yourself, ”the stranger answered and went his own way, hurrying to make a fire to warm the Mother and the Baby.
But the shepherd did not want to lose sight of him until he knew what it all meant. He got up and followed the stranger, and went to his dwelling.
Then the shepherd saw that this man was not living in a house or even in a hut, but in a cave under a rock; the walls of the cave were bare, made of stone, and a strong cold was coming from them. Here lay the Mother and the Child.
Although the shepherd was a callous, stern man, he felt sorry for the innocent Child, who could freeze in a rocky cave, and the old man decided to help Him. He removed the sack from his shoulder, untied it, took out a soft, warm fluffy sheepskin, and handed it to a stranger to wrap the Baby in it.
But at the same moment, when the shepherd showed that he too could be merciful, his eyes and ears were opened, and he saw what he could not see before, and heard what he could not hear before.
He saw that the cave was surrounded by many angels with silver wings and snow-white robes. They all hold a harp in their hands and sing loudly, praising the Savior of the World who was born that night, who will free people from sin and death.
Then the shepherd understood why all the animals and objects that night were so kind and merciful that they did not want to harm anyone.
Angels were everywhere; they surrounded the Child, sat on the mountain, soared under the heavens. Everywhere there was glee and mirth, singing and music; the dark night now sparkled with a multitude of heavenly lights, shone with a bright light emanating from the dazzling clothes of the angels. And the shepherd saw and heard all this on that wonderful night, and was so glad that his eyes and ears were opened that he fell on his knees and thanked God. "
Then the grandmother sighed and said:
What the shepherd saw then, we could also see, because angels fly over the earth every Christmas night and praise the Savior, but if we were worthy of it.
And grandma put her hand on my head and said:
Note to yourself that all this is as true as the fact that I see you, and you me. Neither candles, nor lamps, nor the sun, nor the moon will help a person: only a pure heart opens his eyes, with which a person can enjoy contemplating the beauty of heaven.
When I was five years old, a great grief befell me. I don’t know if I later experienced more grief than then. My grandmother died. Until that time, she sat every day on the corner sofa in her room and told wonderful things.
I don’t remember another grandmother, as sitting on her sofa and telling us from morning till night to us children, hiding and quietly sitting next to her; we were afraid to say a word from grandmother's stories. It was a charming life! There were no children happier than we are.
I vaguely remember the image of my grandmother. I remember that she had beautiful, chalk white hair, that she was very hunched over and constantly knitted her stocking.
I also remember that when my grandmother finished her story, she put her hand on my head and said:
"And all this is as true as the fact that I see you, and you see me."
I remember that my grandmother could sing beautiful songs; but their grandmother did not sing every day. One of these songs spoke of a knight and a sea maiden, to this song there was a chorus:
"How cold the wind blows, how cold the wind blows over the wide sea."
I remember a little prayer that my grandmother taught me, and the verses of a psalm.
I have only a faint, vague recollection of all my grandmother's stories. Only one of them I remember so well that I can tell. This is a little story about the Nativity of Christ.
Here, almost everything that I have preserved in the memory of my grandmother; but best of all I remember the grief that gripped me when she died.
I remember that morning when the corner sofa was left empty and it was impossible to imagine how to spend a long day. I remember this well and will never forget.
We children were brought in to say goodbye to the deceased. We were afraid to kiss a dead hand; but someone told us that for the last time we can thank grandmother for all the joys she gave us.
I remember how the legends and songs left our house, boarded up in a long black coffin, and never returned.
I remember how something disappeared from life. As if the door to a wonderful magical world was closed, access to which was completely free for us before. Since then, there has been no one who could open this door again.
I remember that we, children, had to learn to play with dolls and other toys, as all children play, and gradually we learned and got used to them.
It could seem that we have replaced our grandmother with new fun, that we have forgotten her.
But even today, forty years later, while I am analyzing the legends about Christ, collected and heard by me in a distant foreign land, a small story about the Nativity of Christ, which I heard from my grandmother, rises in my memory. And I am pleased to tell it again and put it in my collection.
It was Christmas Eve. Everyone went to church, except for my grandmother and me. I think that the two of us were alone in the whole house; only my grandmother and I could not go with everyone, because she was too old, and I was too small. We were both grieved that we would not hear the Christmas carols and see the sacred lights.
When we, lonely, sat on grandmother's sofa, grandmother began to tell:
“One deep at night, a man went to look for fire. He went from house to house and knocked;
Kind people, help me - he said. - Give me hot coals to make a fire: I need to warm the just-born Baby and His Mother.
The night was deep, all the people were asleep, and no one answered him.
The man who was looking for fire came up to the flock; three huge dogs lying at the shepherd's feet jumped up, hearing other people's footsteps; they opened their wide mouths as if they wanted to bark, but the sound of the barking did not break the silence of the night. The man saw how the fur rose on the backs of the dogs, how the sharp teeth of a dazzling white sparkled in the darkness, and the dogs rushed at him. One of them grabbed him by the leg, the other - by the arm, the third - grabbed his throat; but the teeth and jaws did not obey the dogs, they could not bite the stranger and did not cause him the slightest harm.
A person wants to go to the fire in order to take the fire. But the sheep lay so close to one another that their backs were touching, and he could not go further forward. Then the man climbed on the backs of the animals and walked along them to the fire. And not a single sheep woke up or moved. "
Until now, without interrupting, I listened to my grandmother's story, but then I could not help but ask:
Why didn't the sheep move? - I asked my grandmother.
You will find out a little later, - answered the grandmother and continued the story:
“When the man approached the fire, the shepherd noticed him. He was an old, sullen man who was cruel and harsh towards all people. Seeing a stranger, he grabbed a long, pointed stick, with which he was driving his flock, and threw it with force at the stranger. The stick flew straight at the person, but without touching him, turned to the side and fell somewhere far in the field. "
At this point, I again interrupted my grandmother:
Grandma, why didn’t the stick hit the man? ”I asked; but my grandmother did not answer me and continued her story.
“The man approached the shepherd and said to him:
Good friend! Help me, give me some fire.
A baby has just been born; I need to make a fire to warm the Baby and His Mother.
The shepherd would most willingly refuse a stranger. But when he remembered that the dogs could not bite this man, that the sheep did not scatter in front of him, and the stick did not hit him, as if it didn’t want to hurt him, the shepherd felt terrified and he did not dare to refuse the stranger his request.
Take as much as you want, ”he told the man.
But the fire was almost extinguished. The twigs and branches had burned out long ago, only blood-red coals remained, and the man thought with concern and bewilderment about what to bring him the hot coals.
Noticing the stranger's embarrassment, the shepherd repeated once more to him:
Take as much as you need!
He gloatedly thought that man would not be able to take the fire. But the stranger bent down, with his bare hands took out hot coals from the ashes and put them in the edge of his cloak. And the coals not only didn’t burn his hands when he took them out, but they didn’t burn his cloak either, and the stranger went back calmly, as if he were carrying nuts or apples in his cloak, not hot coals ”.
Here again I could not help but ask:
Grandmother! why didn’t they burn the man’s coals and burn his cloak?
You will soon find out, - answered the grandmother and began to tell further.
“The old, sullen, wicked shepherd was amazed at everything that he had to see.
What is this night, he asked himself, in which the dogs do not bite, the sheep are not frightened, the stick does not strike and the fire does not burn?
He called out to the stranger and asked him:
What a wonderful night tonight? And why do animals and objects show you mercy?
I can’t tell you this if you don’t see it yourself, ”the stranger answered and went his own way, hurrying to make a fire to warm the Mother and the Baby.
But the shepherd did not want to lose sight of him until he knew what it all meant. He got up and followed the stranger, and went to his dwelling.
Then the shepherd saw that this man was not living in a house or even in a hut, but in a cave under a rock; the walls of the cave were bare, made of stone, and a strong cold was coming from them. Here lay the Mother and the Child.
Although the shepherd was a callous, stern man, he felt sorry for the innocent Child, who could freeze in a rocky cave, and the old man decided to help Him. He removed the sack from his shoulder, untied it, took out a soft, warm fluffy sheepskin, and handed it to a stranger to wrap the Baby in it.
But at the same moment, when the shepherd showed that he too could be merciful, his eyes and ears were opened, and he saw what he could not see before, and heard what he could not hear before.
He saw that the cave was surrounded by many angels with silver wings and snow-white robes. They all hold a harp in their hands and sing loudly, praising the Savior of the World who was born that night, who will free people from sin and death.
Then the shepherd understood why all the animals and objects that night were so kind and merciful that they did not want to harm anyone.
Angels were everywhere; they surrounded the Child, sat on the mountain, soared under the heavens. Everywhere there was glee and mirth, singing and music; the dark night now sparkled with a multitude of heavenly lights, shone with a bright light emanating from the dazzling clothes of the angels. And the shepherd saw and heard all this on that wonderful night, and was so glad that his eyes and ears were opened that he fell on his knees and thanked God. "
Then the grandmother sighed and said:
What the shepherd saw then, we could also see, because angels fly over the earth every Christmas night and praise the Savior, but if we were worthy of it.
And grandma put her hand on my head and said:
Note to yourself that all this is as true as the fact that I see you, and you me. Neither candles, nor lamps, nor the sun, nor the moon will help a person: only a pure heart opens his eyes, with which a person can enjoy contemplating the beauty of heaven.
Literary reading lesson outline
S. Lagerlöf "Holy Night"
Teacher: Akulova N.V.
UMK "Harmony"
Class:
4
Thing:
literary reading
Lesson topic: S. Lagerlöf "Holy Night"
Lesson type: a lesson of "discovery" of new knowledge with the use of elements technologies developing critical thinking.
The purpose of the lesson : to organize the activities of students to "discover" new knowledge.
Lesson Objectives: formed by UUD
Cognitive: to acquaint students with the work of S. Lagerlöf "Holy Night", her biography; Expand words knowledge; teach children to analyze the text and draw up a plan for the work, to develop expressive reading skills.
Regulatory: development of skills for self-control, control and evaluation of the process and results of activities.
Personal: to educate the norms of morality and ethics through the acceptance of the ideological load of a work of art; broaden horizons in the field of literature, instill a love of reading.
Communicative: developing the ability to listen and engage in dialogue, participate in the discussion of the problem; to form the ability to logically and reasonably express their thoughts during an oral answer, to develop oral speech.
Equipment
for the teacher: textbook, multimedia projector, lesson presentation;
for students: textbook, notebook, cards with tables.
During the classes
I ... Org. moment
II ... Homework check
Work with text
What did you meet in the last lesson?
(With legends about Moses)
Prove by referring to the text that Moses is a prophet.
Does modern man fulfill the laws transmitted by God to people through Moses?
What would change in the world if humanity lived according to the laws of Moses?
2. Lexical work.
Slides 1-4
In one word:
a statue that the pagans worshiped as a deity (idol);
laws made by Moses (commandments). List them. Try to remember them and follow them;
the plates on which Moses wrote the commandments (tablets);
cereals that fell from the sky (manna).
III ... Preparation for perception.
- Let's mentally fast forward to Sweden. Check out a photo of Stockholm, the capital of Sweden.
Slide 5
It was here that the writer Selma Luvisa Ottilia Lagerlef was born and lived her entire life. She will tell about the life and work of this writer ...
Slide 6
Student. Selma Lagerlef (1858 - 1940) - Swedish writer, first woman to receive the Nobel Prize in Literature (1909)
Selma was born into the family of a retired military man and teacher. The girl was seriously ill and could not walk. The child's only entertainment was the stories of her aunts and grandmothers. At the age of 5, Selma lost her beloved grandmother, whose death became a real tragedy for her.
The girl very early became addicted to reading. Her favorite writers were Andersen, Walter Scott, Mine Read. Already at the age of 7, Selma decided to become a writer without fail. Anyone that caught my eye on a sheet of paper was filled with poetry and prose, plays and novels.
When Selma was 10 years old, doctors returned her ability to move. But to become a writer, the girl had to study. She studied long and hard, later becoming one of the most remarkable writers in Sweden. Selma Lagerlef is the author of 27 major works, including the fairytale epic “The Amazing Journey of Nils Holgersson with Wild Geese in Sweden”.
Slide 7
This work is intended for schoolchildren and serves as an entertaining textbook on the geography of Sweden at the same time. When translated into Russian, geographical information was excluded and only a wonderful fairy tale remained.
The tale tells the story of the naughty boy Nils, bewitched by a gnome. Having become very small in stature and having gained the opportunity to understand animals, the boy sets off on a dangerous journey with the house goose Martin in search of a gnome to break the spell. You will learn about the unusual adventures of Niels by reading this wonderful tale.
- So, as you already heard, Selma loved her grandmother very much, treated her with trepidation. You also have grandmothers. On the blackboard, we organized a photo exhibition on the theme "My beloved grandmother." Why are they dear to you? Tell us about them.
(Children read mini-essays about their grandmothers. Leave the remaining work for the next lesson.)
- Well done. Thank you. How do you think Grandma S. Lagerlef will be related to the topic of our lesson? (She told her her story.)
IV ... Lesson topic.
Slide 8
Selma Lagerlöf “Holy Night”.
- What do you think will be discussed in the work?
(About something mysterious. About the angels who look at us from heaven. About the holy holiday.)
What will we learn to do in the lesson?
(We have already got acquainted with the biography of the writer, now we will learn to expressively read her work and work with the text).
V ... Dictionary work.
Unfamiliar words will be encountered in the text. For instance, psalm. What is it? (...) Let's look at the screen, are you right? etc.
Slides 9-14
Psalm - translated from Greek - song of praise.
Staff - a cane that serves to support when not walking. In ancient times, staves were endowed with magical powers.
Mercy - willingness to help out of compassion, philanthropy.
Knapsack - a bag, a bag carried over the shoulders.
Angels with lutes. Lute - stringed plucked musical instrument.
Lamp - a lamp used in Christian worship. The first lamps were used by Christians to illuminate dark caves, in which they, fearing persecution, performed divine services.
VI ... Acquaintance with the text.
P. 59-66 - reading by the teacherand good reading students.
Vii ... Discussion of the reading and work with the text (drawing up a plan).
(Reading in complete parts. 1 hour read by the teacher.)
1h "When I was ..." to the words "... that we no longer miss our grandmother and do not remember her."
We read 1 hour. I read and you follow closely .
In whose name does the story go?
Think of a synonym for the word wonderful.
(Wonderful, wonderful).
What does the word mean legend?
(Inaccurate narration of the facts of reality)
How else can you call Christmas Eve?
(Christmas Eve. This is Christmas Eve, when there is an intensive preparation for this Orthodox holiday - for a meeting with God).
We will talk more about this holiday in the next lesson. Who wants to prepare messages about him?
What was real happiness for the children?
(It was a real happiness for the children to listen to their grandmother's stories.)
Read what image of grandmother Selma Lagerlef has forever preserved in her memory? Read about it in the text.
(Selective reading. "Only a little remained in my memory ..."
Read the words your grandmother liked to say.
(Selective reading. "And it's all the same truth ...")
Why do you think she did it?
(The grandmother wanted the children to believe in miracles, to grow up kind and sympathetic.)
What has gone forever from the life of the heroine of this story with the death of her grandmother?
(Legends and songs left the house).
Confirm your answer with text.
(Selective reading. "And I remember how fairy tales and songs ...")
- How shall we headline 1 hour?
(Memories of grandmother.)
Slide 15
I have the same name. Write it down.
So. What would Selma Lagerlef want to tell us?
(Selma Lagerlef would like to tell us an amazing story she heard from her grandmother on Christmas Eve.)
What do you think will be discussed in it?
We read 2 hours. along the chain .
2 hours. "But while we were sitting ..."
What did you learn from this part?
(A man had a son, and he was looking for fire to warm his wife and baby).
What difficulties did the person have to overcome, and how did he cope with them?
(People did not open the doors at night to his knock, but he walked on. The dogs attacked him, but he did not run away from them. The sheep were not allowed to the fire, and he walked along their backs).
How do you understand the word hut?
(A primitive dwelling for humans or a structure for animals.
Find synonyms for baby.
(Baby, newborn, baby, child).
- How shall we headline 2 hours?
(Man looking for fire)
Slide 15
Write it down.
Do you think the shepherd will give fire to man?
We read 3 hours. along the chain.
3 hours. "When the person came close enough ..."
Were your assumptions correct? Did the shepherd give fire to man?
(He gave with malice, knowing that he could not take anything with his bare hands).
What words can be used to describe a shepherd?
(Angry, cruel, greedy).
How do you understand the word smut?
(Firebrand- smoldering or charred (burnt) piece of wood).
What's happened brushwood?
(Brushwood - fallen branches of trees. Often used for fuel).
- How shall we headline 3 hours?
(Cruel shepherd).
Slide 15
Write it down.
What will be discussed at 4 o'clock?
We read 4 hours. along the chain.
4 hours. "But he bent down ..."
What dangers awaited a person who needed fire?
(Dogs, sheep, spear, burning coals.)
What happened to them every time?
(They were retreating.)
- How shall we headline 4 hours?
(The dangers recede.)
Slide 15
Write it down.
We read 5 hours. on one's own ?
5 h. "But the shepherd decided not to lose this man ..."
What did you learn from 5 hours?
(The shepherd saw the baby in the cave).
How do you understand the word dwelling?
(Dwelling is an obsolete word.)
- How shall we headline 5 hours?
(Baby in a mountain cave).
Slide 15
Write it down.
Imagine how events will unfold next.
We read 6 hours. on one's own ?
6 hours "The shepherd thought that ..."
Were our assumptions correct? What did the shepherd see in the cave? Read about it.
What action showed that a shepherd can also be merciful?
(He gave the stranger a sheepskin to put the baby on it).
What is sheepskin?
(Sheepskin).
- How shall we headline 6 hours?
(Mercy of the Shepherd).
Slide 15
Write it down.
We read 7 hours. along the chain ?
7 hours. "He saw that ..."
What did the shepherd see when he showed mercy to the baby? Read it.
("He saw what was around him ...").
How do you understand the word jubilation?
(Joy)
Why was everything in nature so happy?
(Jesus Christ was born.)
Who was the stranger who was looking for the fire and the woman with the baby in the cave? (Joseph and Mary are Jesus' earthly parents.)
- How shall we headline 7 o'clock?
(Savior).
Slide 15
Write it down.
The entire plan is on the slide.
Plan.
1. Memories of grandmother.
2. Man is looking for fire.
3. A cruel shepherd.
4. Dangers recede.
6. Baby in a mountain cave.
7. Mercy of the Shepherd.
8. Savior.
What struck you most about the piece?
Slide 16
What piece of text is captured in the illustration (p. 75)? Find lines about it.
- What prompted the writer to tell us this story?
(Collected legends about Christ. Stuck in the memory, heard in childhood from his beloved grandmother).
VIII ... Bottom line. Reflection.
I invite you to evaluate your knowledge gained in the lesson. (Reception "Insert")
- Using the table that you filled out, continue one of the proposals.
Slide 17
Today I managed to ...
It was interesting in the lesson ...
This piece helped me understand ...
I learned new ...
I learned…
IX ... Optional homework:
Slide 18
1. Expressive reading of the legend p. 68 - 75
2. Retelling the text according to the plan.
Optional:
3. Prepare a message on the topic "Christmas Eve".
4. Expressive reading of Pasternak's poem "Christmas Star".
Slide 19
Thanks for your work!
Lesson objectives:
- to acquaint students with the work of Selma Lagerlef;
- development of vocabulary of learners;
- to cultivate love and kindness to one's neighbor;
- foster a respectful attitude towards Orthodox culture.
Methodical literature used:
- Bible.
- The journal "Education of a schoolboy" No. 7, 2006
Equipment used: Laptop, textbooks.
During the classes
1. Organizational moment.
- Our lesson takes place on holidays, on the eve of the day of the Holy Trinity.
I wish the lesson was useful for you. Maybe you will be able to discover something for yourself.
2. Communication of the topic of the lesson.
- Today in the lesson we will meet the great magician in the field of literature Selma Lagerlef, who will tell us about the great mystery of the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ.
- Let's mentally fast forward to Sweden. It was here that the writer Selma Luvisa Ottilia Lagerlef was born and lived her entire life.
The legends were born in the heart of Sweden - Vermland - and settled in the noble estate of Morbakk. It was they who rustled in the attic, played with the branches of huge mountain ash trees that surrounded Morbakku, fluttered around the cradle, where lay the daughter of a retired military man and teacher, the owners of the estate.
But, alas, the legends were not omnipotent. They failed to protect the child from a serious illness that made it impossible to walk. The girl's only entertainment was the stories of her aunts and grandmothers. And at the age of 5, the girl lost her beloved grandmother, whose death became a real tragedy for her.
The girl very early became addicted to reading. Her favorite writers were Andersen, Walter Scott, Mine Read. Already at the age of 7, Selma decided to become a writer without fail. Anyone that caught my eye on a sheet of paper was filled with poetry and prose, plays and novels.
When Selma was 10 years old, doctors returned her ability to move. But to become a writer, the girl had to study. She studied long and hard, later becoming one of the most remarkable writers in Sweden. Selma Lagerlef is the author of 27 major works, including the fairytale epic “The Amazing Journey of Niels Holgersson with Wild Geese in Sweden”, “The Saga of Yeste Berling”, and the Levenscheld trilogy.
In the book "Tales of Christ" the writer has collected legends born in the East. And she began this book with a story about the Savior, heard from her grandmother on Christmas night.
4. Reading and analysis of the first part of the text.
(Reading by children in complete parts.)
- Read the title. What do you think the author will tell us about?
(About something mysterious. About the angels who look at us from heaven. About the holy holiday.)
1st part "When I was ..." to the words "There were no happier children ..."
- In whose name does the story go?
- What was real happiness for the children?
(It was a real happiness for the children to listen to their grandmother's stories.)
(Selective reading.)
2nd part "I vaguely remember ..." to the words "How cold the wind blows ..."
- Read what image of grandmother Selma Lagerlef kept in her memory forever?
(Selective reading.)
- Read the words that your grandmother liked to say.
(Selective reading.)
- Why do you think she did it?
(I think my grandmother wanted the children to believe in miracles, to grow up kind, sympathetic. Maybe that's why Selma Lagerlef became a writer.)
3rd hour "I remember ..." to the words "... when she died."
- Which of the grandmother's words did the writer remember?
(She remembered small prayers, verses of a psalm, but most of all she remembered the story of the Nativity of Christ.)
4th hour "I remember that morning ..." to the end.
- What has gone forever from the life of the heroine of this story with the death of her grandmother?
(Legends and songs left the house, as if the door to a wonderful magical world had closed.)
- Confirm the answer with text.
(Selective reading.)
- What would Selma Lagerlef want to tell us?
(Selma Lagerlef would like to tell us an amazing story she heard from her grandmother on Christmas Eve.)
Dictionary: psalm - religious chant.
5. Physical education.
And now we will stand together
You need to rest a little.
Turn right, left,
Finally, sit down boldly!
Work your feet
Use your hands!
Let's smile, it's a good day!
And clap our hands!
6. Staging.
I remember as a child for the first time
I heard a story about Christmas.
I was thrilled to tears
After all, a little Christ was born.
Not in a rich eminent house
And lay not in a lush cradle,
And in a remote cave on straw ...
- It happened two thousand years ago in the vicinity of the city of Bethlehem in the country of Judea. The born Savior was greeted by the shepherds.
1st shepherd: How dark it was - and suddenly such a bright light!
2nd shepherd: In the sky, a new, large star is lit.
(A Bright Angel appears.)
Light angel: The Savior of the world, which the prophets foreshadowed, was born!
This is Jesus Christ! You will find him in that cave!
1st Shepherd: Look, that distant cave is all on fire!
2nd shepherd:
To look at Christ,
To worship God
We will go on our way
On a dangerous road.
1st shepherd:
We will bring as a gift to the Baby
Honey, fragrant herbs.
Find the path by the asterisk
Bright, silvery.
(The cave in which Mary rocks the cradle and sings.)
Maria:
As the stars burn over the mountains,
Shepherds in the valleys roam with herds.
Shut up, bell, do not make noise, lamb,
The baby sleeps in the manger, the candle burns out.
Donkey: Wait, maybe the Baby is a little cold?
Ox: We will warm him with our breath.
Donkey: Look, it seems someone is coming?
Ox: The shepherds have come and are standing at the gate.
Maria: God help me, friends! Come in soon!
1st shepherd: Where is the newborn?
2nd shepherd: There he is!
1st shepherd:
Accept, Christ, simple gifts.
Here is bread and honey, and here is water,
We are poor people, but we believe -
Other times are coming.
(Reading by the teacher of the poem by A.A. Fet "The night is quiet ..")
The night is quiet. In the shaky firmament, the Manger quietly shines to the eye,
The southern stars tremble. Mary's face is illumined,
Mother's eyes with a smile Star choir to a different choir
The quiet look at the nursery. Hearing a tremulous hearing.No ears, no superfluous gaze - And above Him it burns high
Here the roosters crowed - That star of distant lands:
And for the angels in the highest With her are the kings of the East
The shepherds praise God. Gold, myrrh and incense.
7. Reading the second part of the text.
(Reading by roles: little girl, grandmother, shepherd, person.)
Vocabulary: Christmas Eve - the eve of the church holiday of Christmas; an icon lamp is a small vessel that is lit in front of the icon.
8. Generalization.
- Let's try to answer the questions that worried the little girl. Why did animals and objects show mercy?
(Jesus Christ was born and all nature rejoiced at this. Even the evil shepherd took pity on the Mother and Child.)
- What do you guys think, why did the Lord come to people on earth?
(Loving people, caring for them, the Lord wanted to show the meaning of life and open the way to eternal happiness. Jesus means the Savior. Christ is God's anointed.)
- And what, in your opinion, is happiness?
(Happiness is when people do not get sick. When there is no war on earth, this is also happiness. People should love each other and take care of each other. The Lord came to earth to cleanse people from sin.)
- Finishing her story, grandmother said the following words:
“Neither candles, nor lamps, nor the sun, nor the moon will help a person: only a pure heart opens his eyes, with which a person can enjoy the sight of heavenly beauty” - how do you understand them?
- Think about how else you could title the story?
(“Christmas.” “The Night Before Christmas.” “The Birth of the Lord.”)
9. Homework:
- At home, to feel every artistic word and image, re-read the text again. Prepare the content questions that you will ask each other.
10. Summing up.
- Every thoughtful reader, when getting acquainted with the work, discovers something for himself. What discoveries have you made?
(Statements of the children.)
- Guys, help me evaluate our lesson. What would you take: the sun or a cloud?
(Children choose the sun and explain their choice.)
- May your good deeds enlighten our soul like rays of the sun, and sins and vices only darken it like clouds in the sky.
Our ancestors had a tradition: on Christmastide to “burn” all their troubles. And now I will light a candle, and you, looking at its fire, remember to yourself whom you offended, deceived, to whom you said a bad word. And let all your troubles burn up on this flame and never repeat again.