The history of the creation of the story Living Flame. Essay living flame nosov reasoning about the book. Grechishkin Vasily Nikolaevich
Story
Aunt Olya looked into my room, again found me with papers and, raising her voice, said commandingly:
He will write something! Go and get some air, help me trim the flowerbed. - Aunt Olya took a birch bark box from the closet. While I was happily stretching my back, churning up the wet soil with a rake, she sat down on the heap and poured bags and bundles of flower seeds onto her lap and laid them out by variety.
Olga Petrovna, what is it, I notice, that you don’t sow poppies in your flower beds?
Well, what color is poppy! - she answered with conviction. - This is a vegetable. It is sown in the garden beds along with onions and cucumbers.
What do you! - I laughed. - Another old song says:
And her forehead is white, like marble,
And your cheeks are burning like poppies.
“It’s only in color for two days,” Olga Petrovna persisted. - This is in no way suitable for a flowerbed, it puffed and immediately burned out. And then this same beater sticks out all summer, it just spoils the view.
But I still secretly sprinkled a pinch of poppy seeds into the very middle of the flowerbed. After a few days it turned green.
Have you sown poppies? - Aunt Olya approached me. - Oh, you are so mischievous! So be it, I left the three, I felt sorry for you. The rest were all weeded out.
Unexpectedly, I left on business and returned only two weeks later. After a hot, tiring journey, it was pleasant to enter Aunt Olya’s quiet old house. The freshly washed floor felt cool. A jasmine bush growing under the window cast a lacy shadow on the desk.
Should I pour some kvass? - she suggested, looking sympathetically at me, sweaty and tired. - Alyosha loved kvass very much. Sometimes I bottled and sealed it myself.
When I was renting this room, Olga Petrovna, looking up at the portrait of a young man in a flight uniform hanging above the desk, asked:
Doesn't it bother you?
This is my son Alexey. And the room was his. Well, settle down, live in good health...
Handing me a heavy copper mug of kvass, Aunt Olya said:
And your poppies have risen and have already thrown out their buds.
I went out to look at the flowers. The flowerbed became unrecognizable. Along the very edge there was a rug, which, with its thick cover with flowers scattered across it, very much resembled a real carpet. Then the flowerbed was surrounded by a ribbon of matthiols - modest night flowers that attract people not with their brightness, but with a delicately bitter aroma, similar to the smell of vanilla. The jackets of yellow-violet pansies were colorful, and the purple-velvet hats of Parisian beauties swayed on thin legs. There were many other familiar and unfamiliar flowers. And in the center of the flowerbed, above all this floral diversity, my poppies rose, throwing three tight, heavy buds towards the sun.
They blossomed the next day.
Aunt Olya went out to water the flowerbed, but immediately returned, clattering with an empty watering can.
Well, come and look, they have bloomed.
From a distance, the poppies looked like lit torches with live flames blazing merrily in the wind. A light wind swayed slightly, and the sun pierced the translucent scarlet petals with light, causing the poppies to flare up with a quiveringly bright fire, or fill with a thick crimson. It seemed that if you just touched it, they would immediately scorch you!
The poppies were blinding with their mischievous, scorching brightness, and next to them all these Parisian beauties, snapdragons and other flower aristocracy faded and dimmed.
For two days the poppies burned wildly. And at the end of the second day they suddenly crumbled and went out. And immediately the lush flowerbed became empty without them. I picked up a still very fresh petal, covered in drops of dew, from the ground and spread it on my palm.
That’s all,” I said loudly, with a feeling of admiration that had not yet cooled down.
Yes, it burned... - Aunt Olya sighed, as if for a living creature. - And somehow I didn’t pay attention to this poppy before. His life is short. But without looking back, she lived it to the fullest. And this happens to people...
Aunt Olya, somehow hunched over, suddenly hurried into the house.
I've already been told about her son. Alexei died when he dived on his tiny hawk onto the back of a heavy fascist bomber.
I now live on the other side of the city and occasionally visit Aunt Olya. Recently I visited her again. We sat at the summer table, drank tea, and shared news. And nearby, in a flowerbed, a large fire of poppies was blazing. Some crumbled, dropping petals to the ground like sparks, others only opened their fiery tongues. And from below, from the moist earth, full of vitality, more and more tightly rolled buds rose to prevent the living fire from going out.
We continue the series of publications of selected works from the competition of teaching aids. This time we will briefly tell you what Svetlana Kalinina, a Russian language teacher from a secondary school in the village of Atamanovskoye, Kemerovo region, came up with for her seventh-graders.
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Theme of Memory in E. I. Nosov’s story “Living Flame”
People!
As long as hearts
knocking -
remember!
Which
at the cost
happiness has been won,
Please,
remember!
70 years have passed since the Great Patriotic War ended, but its echo will never subside in people's souls. We do not have the right to forget the horrors of war so that they do not happen again. We have no right to forget those soldiers who died so that we could live now. Our lesson is dedicated to the topic of memory. We will follow how writers raise the topic of memory and solve it on the pages of their works using the example of E. Nosov’s story “Living Flame”.
Let us turn to the personality of the writer himself.
Evgeniy Ivanovich Nosov was born on January 15, 1925 in the village of Tolmachevo near Kursk. A half-starved childhood taught him to make a living by fishing, hunting, and collecting herbs to sell and earn bread.
As a sixteen-year-old boy, he survived the fascist occupation. In the summer of 1943, after finishing eighth grade, he went to the front, joined the artillery troops, and became a gunner. Participated in Operation Bagration, in the battles on the Rogachev bridgehead beyond the Dnieper. Fought in Poland. In the battles near Koenigsberg on February 8, 1945, he was seriously wounded and on May 9, 1945, he was met in a hospital in Serpukhov, about which he later wrote the story “Red Wine of Victory.”
After the war, Nosov continued his studies and graduated from high school. Having loved to draw since childhood and clearly possessing talent, he went to Central Asia to work as an artist, designer, and literary collaborator. Begins to write prose. In 1958, his first book of short stories and novellas, “On the Fishing Path,” was published.
In 1961 he returned to Kursk, became a professional writer, published his works “Thirty Grains”, “The House Behind the Arc de Triomphe”, “Where the Sun Awakens”.
E.I. Nosov was awarded the Orders of Lenin and the Patriotic War, medals. In 1975, the writer was awarded the State Prize of the RSFSR, in 1996 - the International Prize named after M. A. Sholokhov in the field of literature and art.
The writer died on June 13, 2002, and was buried in Kursk. On October 15, 2005, a monument was erected in the park on Chelyuskintsev Street. The writer lived not far from this place and often, when going for walks, rested in the shade of trees. A team of authors led by Kursk sculptor Vladimir Bartenev worked on the creation of the monument..
Guys, let's imagine the people whose images the author creates in the story. And we will understand that the content is subordinated to the main idea: the memory of those who died in the Great Patriotic War lives in the hearts of relatives and complete strangers. Famous and nameless soldiers who did not come from the front return to our lives... with a breath of a light breeze, an azure quiet morning, a jasmine bush growing under the window or... a brightly flaring flower in a flowerbed.
1) On whose behalf is the story being told?
2) What functional and semantic types of text are reflected in the work?
(Narration with elements of description and reasoning.) How did you determine?
3) What do we know about the narrator? How is he related to Aunt Olya?
4) – In the story, Aunt Olya does not complain about her fate, she no longer cries. But a deep, hidden sadness overwhelms this woman. What gives us the right to draw such a conclusion?
5) Why do you think Aunt Olya is breeding flowers?
4) Why didn’t Aunt Olya like poppies?
Poets also drew poppies in their poems, but only by other means, means of artistic expression.
E. Akimova “Poppies”:
The war has passed, many years have passed,
Erasing these years from memory.
But don’t forget, Russia, these troubles,
The poppy shoots will remind you of them.
Poppies sparkle on the ground,
They burn in the steppe expanses, in the fields
Like drops of blood, yes, hot blood.
They bloom and don’t let you forget
About those battles for life and freedom,
About those who were able not to spare themselves,
Use your blood to heat all the water.
Poppies sparkle on the ground,
And that flame burns without going out,
It burns the heart of the whole country,
Reminding her of the bitter years.
And our heart keeps that memory,
And tears of sorrow in the tired eyes,
And the memory of the past burns in the soul of the earth,
Like that fire in the grass of scarlet poppies.
Poppies sparkle on the ground,
Like drops of blood, and hot blood.
And they burn the heart of the whole country,
With your fire to our terrible pain.
Let's make a table, comparing associations and see how the life of a poppy is similar to human life (only the first column is filled in the table)
Human
“Threw away towards the sun three tight buds”
Beauty, light, goodness
“They looked like lit torches”, “scarlet petals”, “opened their fiery tongues”, “blazed like sparks”, “filled with a thick crimson”
“flare up reverently bright fire"
Fire,
youth,
passion,
thirst for life,
brightness of impressions, sensuality, emotionality“the flames crumbled and went out”, “This happens to people too”
“fresh petal with dew drops”
Transience of human life, life cut short, tragedy, pain, sorrow
youth, beauty, death
Living flame
Pure, unceasing,
heavenly, eternal flame,
memory, gratitude,
tears, cleansing,
silence“And from below... more and more tightly rolled buds rose up to prevent the living fire from going out.”
The poppies, like human life, first blossomed, then flamed, extinguished and burned. Human life is also short, but beautiful. Fire in the story is associated with the soul of a person who gave his life for the sake of the lives of others. Poppies, as a symbol of a young life suddenly cut short, burn, “flame,” but this fire is alive, bringing tears of purification. And if in the center of the story we see only a few poppies, then in the finale there is a “big bonfire” of fiery flowers. It resembles an eternal flame. A sign of eternal memory and silence.
And in his story “Living Flame” Nosov showed that the heroic continues to live among us, in our consciousness. Memory nourishes the roots of the “moral spirit of the people”, “living, inspiring exploits”. Memory! She is always with us.
In conclusion, guys, I would like to draw your attention to an exhibition of books, the theme of which is also the memory of the Second World War. If any of you are interested in this topic, you can look and read the suggested books.
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During the lesson you will become familiar with the content of E. Nosov’s story “Living Flame”; determine the theme and idea of the story, which became a continuation of the military theme in the author’s work. The proposed quotation material will help you evaluate the artistic originality of the story, find and interpret the main images and metaphors.
The author leads first person narration. He tells how he once helped his landlady, Aunt Olya, sow flowers in the flowerbed in front of the house. Among other seeds, they came across poppy seeds. Aunt Olya did not want to plant them in the flowerbed.
“Well, what color is the poppy! - she answered with conviction. - This is a vegetable. It is sown in the garden beds along with onions and cucumbers... It only blooms for two days. This is in no way suitable for a flowerbed, it puffed and immediately burned out. And then this same beater sticks out all summer and just spoils the view.”
The narrator nevertheless, quietly from the hostess, poured seeds in the center of the flowerbed. When the flowers sprouted, Aunt Olya noticed the poppies, but did not pick them out. When the flowerbed bloomed, the beauty of the flowers amazed everyone:
“From a distance, the poppies looked like lit torches with live flames blazing merrily in the wind. A light wind swayed slightly, the sun pierced the translucent scarlet petals with light, causing the poppies to flare up with a tremulous bright fire, or fill with a thick crimson. It seemed that if you just touched it, they would immediately scorch you!
The poppies were blinding with their mischievous, scorching brightness, and next to them all these Parisian beauties, snapdragons and other flower aristocracy faded and dimmed” (Fig. 2).
Rice. 2. “Living Flame” ()
Lighted torches, blazing flames, blinding and burning. The images the writer uses are vivid, memorable, and symbolic.
Really, poppies in the story became a symbol of the Eternal Flame. That’s why the author chose the appropriate name: “Living Flame.” Such a hidden comparison in the literature is called metaphor.
Metaphor (from ancient Greek μεταφορά - “transfer”, “figurative meaning”) is a trope, a word or expression used in a figurative meaning, which is based on an unnamed comparison of an object with some other on the basis of their common attribute. The term belongs to Aristotle and is associated with his understanding of art as an imitation of life.
Rice. 3. Photo. E.I. Nosov ()
The Patriotic War found the writer, a sixteen-year-old boy, in his native village, who had to survive the fascist occupation. After the Battle of Kursk (July 5 - August 23, 1943), which he witnessed, Nosov went to the front, joining the artillery troops.
In 1945, near Konigsberg, he was wounded and on May 9, 1945, he was met in a hospital in Serpukhov, about which he would later write the story “Red Wine of Victory.”
Nosov's stories are characterized by one feature. War is often present in his works, but not in stories about the heroism of Soviet soldiers, but in the destinies of ordinary Russian people who went through the war. This is what happened in the story “Doll”, when we became acquainted with the fate of Akimych. This happens in the story “Living Flame” when we learn about the fate of Olga Petrovna, who lost her son in the war.
It’s hard for her to talk about the death of her son, so we only learn that he was a pilot and died, “diving on his tiny hawk onto the back of a heavy fascist bomber...”
The lines of E. Nosov’s story are too stingy and do not describe in detail Alexei’s feat.
The pain that lives in the heart of a mother who lost her son in the war bursts out on the day when the poppy petals fell: “And immediately the lush flowerbed became empty without them.
Yes, it burned... - Aunt Olya sighed, as if for a living creature. - And somehow I didn’t pay attention to this poppy before. His life is short. But without looking back, she lived it to the fullest. And this happens to people...
Aunt Olya, somehow hunched over, suddenly hurried into the house.”
There, in the house, is a photograph of the deceased son, his things. They keep the memory of a person. But the poppies, with their bright and short life, reminded Olga Petrovna even more and more vividly of her son.
Since then, Olga Petrovna has not planted any other flowers in the flowerbed. Only poppies. When the narrator visited his old friend, he saw an amazing picture: “And nearby in the flowerbed a large carpet of poppies was blazing. Some crumbled, dropping petals to the ground like sparks, others only opened their fiery tongues. And from below, from the moist earth, full of vitality, more and more tightly rolled buds rose to prevent the living fire from going out.”
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Homework
- Read the story by E.I. Nosov "Living Flame". Make a plan for it.
- What moment was the climax of the story?
- Read the description of blooming poppies. What means of artistic expression does the author use?
- What unites E. Nosov’s stories “Doll” and “Living Flame”?
Municipal educational institution
"Middle School of General education
№ 31 named after A.P. Zhdanov"
Open lesson plan
in literature in 7th grade
"Living Flame"
based on the story by E.I. Nosov
Teaching a holistic analysis of an epic work.
Prepared and conducted:
Kovrizhnykh Olga Vasilievna,
Teacher of Russian language and literature,
1 qualification category
Municipal educational institution "Secondary school No. 31 named after. A.P. Zhdanova"
Bratsk, 2011
Open literature lesson in 7th grade.
Topic: E.I. Nosov " Living flame." Teaching a holistic analysis of an epic work.
Goals:
To acquaint students with the content of E.I. Nosov’s story “Living Flame”, brief biographical information about the author;
Develop students' speechthought processes: understanding, analysis, synthesis, evaluation, application; logical and creative thinking; the ability to predict events in a story;
Develop skills in expressive reading and analysis of a work of art,determine the theme and idea of the work,convey to students the author’s idea about the high destiny of man, the sacred memory of those killed in the war.
To instill in schoolchildren a sense ofpatriotism as the most important spiritual and moral social value, strengthening the spiritual connection between generations, turning the consciousness of schoolchildren to the high moral ideals that took place in Russian history; preserving grateful memoryto those who died during the Great Patriotic War.
Technology: RKM
Equipment: computer, multimedia projector, printed texts of E. Nosov’s story “Living Flame”, syncwin cards, photos, statements, appeals to descendants, test.
Lesson type: learning new material.
During the classes
Organizing time.
Good afternoon (1 slide)
Hello, guys, I am glad to welcome you to the literature lesson, today we have difficult and interesting work ahead of us, in the lesson we will remember the most tragic period in the history of our country - the Great Patriotic War of 1941-1945, we will get acquainted with the story of Evgeny Ivanovich Nosov “Living Flame ",
The goal of our lesson today, like many other literature lessons, is to find life guidelines for future life in what we read, we will try to trace how the writer raises the topic of memory and solves it on the pages of his work, expresses your attitude towards true values.
(2 slide)
2. Challenge.
Now let's think about it:
Do you believe that some flowers can personify certain human feelings: a rose - love, chrysanthemums - sadness, carnations and poppies - memory, etc.?(3rd slide)
Do you believe that in a certain situation a person can, without hesitation, sacrifice his life for the sake of other people?
Do you believe that the memory of those who died for the sake of other people lives in the hearts of relatives and complete strangers?(4 slide)
Well done, you thought well. Our task is to verify the correctness of these statements or refute them.
Our lesson is called "Living Flame""(5 slide)
Look carefully at this title, guess what a story with this title could tell us?
And now we actually find out what this story is about?
3. Understanding.
Student's message about the writer.
E.I. Nosov is a native of Kursk, a writer who loves their beauty and grace, a man who went through the war, survived injury and other misfortunes of the war years, and forever retained in his soul openness and sympathy for those in trouble.(7 slide)
Nosov's stories are permeated with concern for people, about their native nature, and are full of indignation at the unspiritual, thoughtless and cruel treatment of the world around them..(8 slide)
Reading part 1 ( 9 slide)
Aunt Olya looked into my room, again found me with papers and, raising her voice, said commandingly:
He will write something! Go and get some air, help me trim the flowerbed.
Aunt Olya took a birch bark box from the closet. While I was happily stretching my back, churning up the wet soil with a rake, she sat down on the heap and poured bags and bundles of flower seeds onto her lap and laid them out by variety.
Olga Petrovna, what is it, I notice, that you don’t sow poppies in your flower beds?
Well, what color is the poppy? - she answered with conviction. - This is a vegetable. It is sown in the garden beds along with onions and cucumbers.
What do you! - I laughed. - Another old song says:
And her forehead is white, like marble.
And your cheeks are burning like poppies.
“It’s only in color for two days,” Olga Petrovna persisted. - This is in no way suitable for a flowerbed, it puffed and immediately burned out. And then this same beater sticks out all summer and just spoils the view.
10slide
Why didn’t Aunt Olya like to sow poppies?
Reading part 2 (11 slide)
But I still secretly sprinkled a pinch of poppy seeds into the very middle of the flowerbed. After a few days it turned green.
Have you sown poppies? - Aunt Olya approached me. - Oh, you’re such a mischief-maker! So be it, leave the three, I feel sorry for you. And I weeded out the rest.
Unexpectedly, I left on business and returned only two weeks later. After a hot, tiring journey, it was pleasant to enter Aunt Olya’s quiet old house. The freshly washed floor felt cool. A jasmine bush growing under the window cast a lacy shadow on the desk.
Should I pour some kvass? - she suggested, looking sympathetically at me, sweaty and tired. - Alyoshka loved kvass very much. Sometimes I poured it into bottles and sealed it myself.
When I was renting this room, Olga Petrovna, looking up at the portrait of a young man in a flight uniform hanging above the desk, asked:
Not prevent?
What do you!
This is my son Alexey. And the room was his. Well, settle down and live in good health.
(12 slide)
Who is Alexey? How does Aunt Olya remember him?
How do you imagine Alexey?
Predict further events in the story, what will happen?
Reading part 3 (13 slide)
Handing me a heavy copper mug of kvass, Aunt Olya said:
And your poppies have risen and have already thrown out their buds.
I went to look at the flowers. The flowerbed stood unrecognizable. Along the very edge there was a rug, which, with its thick cover with flowers scattered across it, very much resembled a real carpet. Then the flowerbed was surrounded by a ribbon of matthiols - modest night flowers that attract people not with their brightness, but with a delicately bitter aroma, similar to the smell of vanilla. The jackets of yellow-violet pansies were colorful, and the purple-velvet hats of Parisian beauties swayed on thin legs. There were many other familiar and unfamiliar flowers. And in the center of the flowerbed, above all this floral diversity, my poppies rose, throwing three tight,
heavy bud.
(14 slide)
What did Aunt Olya's flowerbed look like? Why do you think a person starts growing flowers?
Predict further events in the story, what will happen?
Reading part 4 (15 slide)
They blossomed the next day.
Aunt Olya went out to water the flowerbed, but immediately returned, clattering with an empty watering can.
Well, come and look, they've bloomed.
From a distance, the poppies looked like lit torches with live flames blazing merrily in the wind. A light wind swayed slightly, the sun pierced the translucent scarlet petals with light, causing the poppies to flare up with a tremulous bright fire, or fill with a thick crimson. It seemed that if you just touched it, they would immediately scorch you!
The poppies were blinding with their mischievous, scorching brightness, and next to them all these Parisian beauties, snapdragons and other flower aristocracy faded and dimmed.
(16 slide)
What is this technique called in literary criticism?
Predict further events in the story, what will happen?
Reading part 5
For two days the poppies burned wildly. And at the end of the second day they suddenly crumbled and went out. And immediately the lush flowerbed became empty without them.
I picked up a still very fresh petal, covered in drops of dew, from the ground and spread it on my palm.
That’s all,” I said loudly, with a feeling of admiration that had not yet cooled down.
Yes, it burned... - Aunt Olya sighed, as if for a living creature. - And somehow I didn’t pay attention to this poppy before. His life is short. But without looking back, she lived it to the fullest. And this happens to people...
Aunt Olya, somehow hunched over, suddenly hurried into the house.
How many days did the poppies bloom? (17 slide)
How do you understand Aunt Olya’s words:
Yes, it burned... - Aunt Olya sighed, as if for a living creature. - And I somehow didn’t pay attention to this poppy before. It has a short life. But without looking back, she lived it to the fullest. And this happens to people...
Reading part 6
I've already been told about her son. Alexey died, diving on his tiny "hawk" onto the back of a heavy fascist bomber...
I now live on the other side of the city and occasionally visit Aunt Olya. Recently I visited her again. We sat at the summer table, drank tea, and shared news. And nearby, in a flowerbed, a large carpet of poppies was blazing. Some crumbled, dropping petals to the ground like sparks, others only opened their fiery tongues. And from below, from the moist earth, full of vitality, more and more tightly rolled buds rose to prevent the living fire from going out.(18 slide)
Why did Aunt Olya still prefer poppies? (reminded of the short but bright life of his son)(18 slide)
Student message about poppies:
The red poppy is a symbol of Memory.
There are many legends about the origin of poppy. In Christian mythology, the origin of the poppy is associated with the blood of an innocently murdered person. For the first time, the poppy allegedly grew from the blood of Christ crucified on the cross, and since then it has been growing where a lot of human blood was shed.
And in England there is a national holiday - Poppy Day - a tribute to the memory of fallen soldiers. November 11 is the Day of Remembrance of all those who fell on the battlefields, the date of which marks the anniversary of the end of the 1st World War.
The symbol of Remembrance Day in many countries is the red poppy.
What happened to Alexey? (ram)
And more than one hero fell in battle to save his mother, his family, his children, freedom, song, city, land - everything that we call the majestic word “Motherland”. The lines of E. Nosov’s story are too stingy and do not describe in detail Alexei’s feat. About the events of the warriors 1941-1941. many books have been written, many films have been made. The unique film by Leonid Bykov, “Only Old Men Go to Battle,” tells the story of the pilots’ feat.
watch an excerpt from it(video fragment of Sergei’s death – slide 19)
(20 slide)
Do you think it’s scary for a soldier who does such an act?
Do you want to die young? Why did they do this?
What kind of person should be capable of such an act?
So can flowers convey certain human associations?
21 slides
How emotional the last lines are imbued with the mood: “And from below, from the moist earth full of vitality, more and more tightly rolled buds rose to prevent the living fire from going out”?
Can we say that in the last lines the image of living fire is associated with eternal fire?
What does the story of Evgeny Ivanovich Nosov teach?
What is the main idea of Nosov's story?(21 slides)
Teacher's word.
The content of the story is subordinated to the main idea: the memory of those killed in the Great Patriotic War lives in the hearts of relatives and complete strangers. Famous and nameless soldiers who did not come from the front return to our lives... with a breath of a light breeze, an azure quiet morning, a jasmine bush growing under the window or... a brightly flaring flower in a flowerbed.
Human life is also short, but beautiful. Fire in the story is associated with the soul of a person who gave his life for the sake of the lives of others. Poppies, as a symbol of a young life suddenly cut short, burn, “flame,” but this fire is alive, bringing tears of purification. And if in the center of the story we see only a few poppies, then in the finale there is a “big bonfire” of fiery flowers. It resembles an eternal flame. A sign of eternal memory and silence.22 slide
(23 slide)
We raise the fiery Banner
Neither You nor He will be defeated
A living Flame burns within each of us.
Each of us has a little Dragon in us!
We feel the sublime, sacred state of soul that caused the birth of the feat and led the country to Victory.
And the memory of the feat of our people is sacred.
The story was read, the images were analyzed. Let us remember the main goal of the lesson: is it possible to express one’s attitude towards true values based on one episode from a person’s life?
- What true values can we talk about from the episode of Alexei’s death? (Love for the Motherland. Memory. Feat in the name of the lives of other people).
Group 1 - Express your attitude towards these values in syncwine.
Please fill out this card.
Who? What?New sound
Topics
1 noun
Eternity
(24 slide)
E. Nosov has a story “Chopin, sonata number two.” There are these words in this story: “I just want you, men and women, former soldiers and soldiers’ wives, participants and eyewitnesses, while still alive, ... to pass on to your children and grandchildren the sacred memory of those who fell from hand to hand, from heart to heart." There are fewer and fewer veterans left who were eyewitnesses of those terrible events. This means that it is our turn to preserve and pass on the memory of those who fell in that terrible war, so that we can live!
What your future life guidelines will be is up to you to decide.
2nd group
And now I ask you to color the drawing of the poppy symbol of the eternal flame and write your appeal to descendants, so that they remember all those who died during the Second World War and carry the memory through all their years and pass it on to their children and grandchildren.(25 slide) to the music of Yu. Antonov “Red Poppies”
Checking the work.
For all.
TEST based on the work of E.I. Nosov. "Living Flame"
Beginning of the essay form;memories;
story
Title of the work:Determines its theme;
Metaphorically recreates the image of a son;
one character;
several;
two
ordinary everyday scenes;
Aunt Olya's life;
short life of flowers.
The main idea to which the content of the work is subordinated:
relationships between people;
eternal memory of those who fell in the Great Patriotic War;
caring for the people around you.
comparison;
personification;
metaphor.
only positive;
only negative;
both positive and negative
short life of poppy;
the beauty of a flower;
the fate of my son.
End of form
Answers:
1.c, 2.b,3.c, 4.c, 5.c, 6.c, 7.a, 8.C Mutual check.
5. Reflection (26 slide)
“All in your hands"
A long time ago, in an ancient city there lived a Master, surrounded by disciples. The most capable of them once thought: “Is there a question that our Master could not answer?” He went to a flowering meadow, caught the most beautiful butterfly and hid it between his palms. The butterfly clung to his hands with its paws, and the student was ticklish. Smiling, he approached the Master and asked:
- Tell me what kind of butterfly I have in my hands: alive or dead?
He held the butterfly tightly in his closed palms and was ready at any moment to squeeze them for the sake of his truth.
Without looking at the student’s hands, the Master answered:
- All in your hands...
Each person makes his own choice in life: you can live a short but bright life, or you can live long and calmly, without ever committing the main act in life - everything is in your hands.
Trace your left hand on a piece of paper. Each finger is some kind of position on which you will express your opinion, which appeared to you after the lesson.
Big – for me it was important and interesting in the lesson...
Pointing - After the lesson I realized...
Average – it was difficult for me (I didn’t like it)…
Nameless – I worked great in the lesson, comfortable, uncomfortable, bad, good….
Little finger - I still want to know...
- Ratings
6.D/Z (27 slide) optional.
Memorize a passage about blooming poppies.
Prepare a story about relatives who fought during the Great Patriotic War.
What illustration would you come up with for this story? Draw it.
Prepare a detailed answer to the question “What worries the writer?” “Can we say that this is a problem of our time?”
(28 slide)
Final words from the teacher.
66 years have passed since the Great Patriotic War ended, but its echo still does not subside in people's souls. We do not have the right to forget the horrors of war so that they do not happen again. We have no right to forget those soldiers who died so that we could live now. We must remember everything in order to learn lessons from the past for the present and future. We must remember everything in order to live.
excerpt from Yegor Isaev’s poem “The Court of Memory”.
Do you think the fallen are silent?
Of course, yes - you say.
Not true!
They're screaming
While they're still knocking
Hearts of the living
And the nerves are palpable.
They're not screaming somewhere
They shout for us.
Especially at night
When there is insomnia in the eyes
And the past crowds behind you.
They scream when there is peace,
Field winds come to the city,
And the star speaks to the star,
And the monuments breathe as if they were alive.
They're screaming
And they wake us up, the living,
Invisible, sensitive hands.
They want a monument to them
There was Earth
With five continents.
She flies in the darkness
Rocket speed
Reduced to a globe.
All residential.
And walks on the ground
Barefoot Memory -
small woman.
She goes,
Crossing ditches
No visa or registration required.
In the eyes is the loneliness of a widow,
That is the depth of a mother's sadness.
Her steps are silent and light,
Like the breezes
On the half-asleep grasses.
Scarves are changed on the head -
Banners of countries, war
shocked.
That's a French flag
That's the British flag
That's the Polish flag,
That's Czech,
That's Norwegian...
But the longest
Doesn't fade on your shoulders
Crimson Flag
My Soviet country.
He is the flag of victory
With its glow
He also illuminated sorrow
And the joy of meeting.
And maybe now I covered it
My fellow countrywoman has thin shoulders.
And here comes
I don’t hide my sorrows,
My anxiety
My pain and my muse.
Or maybe this is a Gdańsk seamstress?
Or maybe this is a laundress from Toulouse?
She goes,
Leaving your comfort
Not about yourself - worrying about the world.
And the monuments honor her,
And the obelisks bow to the waist.
8th grade 28.01.2013 Teacher: GRAZA ANNA
Evgeniy Nosov "Living Flame"
Generalization
Evgeniy Ivanovich Nosov 1925-2002
In the lesson we will:
- Read and answer questions correctly and expressively
- Extract the necessary information from the text you are reading
- Make a lexical chain of words
- Analyze the association of links in the lexical chain
- Evaluate the actions of the heroes.
- Perform selective reading when assessing events
- 1. A conversation about seeds gives rise to a secret plan.
- 2.It's done!
- 3.Memories of my son.
- 4. And the poppies rose.
- 5.Living flame.
- 6.Life without looking back
Evgeny Nosov “Living Flame”
The flowerbed stood unrecognizable. Along the very edge there was a rug, which, with its thick cover with flowers scattered across it, very much resembled a real carpet. Then the flowerbed was surrounded by a ribbon of matthiols - modest night flowers that attract people not with their brightness, but with a delicately bitter aroma, similar to the smell of vanilla.
Echoes of war in the works of E. Nosov
The jackets of yellow-violet pansies were colorful, and the purple-velvet hats of Parisian beauties swayed on thin legs. There were many other familiar and unfamiliar flowers. And in the center of the flowerbed, above all this floral diversity, poppies rose, throwing three tight, heavy buds towards the sun.
Evgeny Nosov “Living Flame”
From a distance, the poppies looked like lit torches with live flames blazing merrily in the wind.
Evgeny Nosov “Living Flame”
A light wind swayed slightly, the sun pierced the translucent scarlet petals with light, causing the poppies to flare up with a tremulous bright fire, or fill with a thick crimson. It seemed that if you just touched it, they would immediately scorch you!
For two days the poppies burned wildly. And at the end of the second day they suddenly crumbled and went out. And immediately the lush flowerbed became empty without them.
… I picked up a still very fresh petal, covered in drops of dew, from the ground and spread it on my palm.
“That’s all,” I said loudly, with a feeling of admiration that had not yet cooled down.
Evgeny Nosov “Living Flame”
We learn about Alexei, Aunt Olya’s son, who died in the war from the last lines of the story. These lines are key in E. Nosov’s work.
Red poppy – symbol of Memory .
- In the story, the initial image becomes MAC.
- MAC - central image
There are many legends about the origin of poppy. In Christian mythology, the origin of the poppy is associated with blood.
innocently killed
person. First
as if the poppy had grown
from the blood of Christ crucified on the cross, and from those
it grows there
where a lot was spilled
human blood.
And in England there is a national holiday - Poppy Day - a tribute to the memory of fallen soldiers.
November 11 is the Day of Remembrance of all those who fell on the battlefields, a date that marks the anniversary of the end of the 1st World War. The symbol of Remembrance Day in many countries is the red poppy.
- ALEXEI
- AUNT OLYA
- YOUTH
Lexical chain of words
Mythological correspondence
“ Threw away towards the sun three tight buds”
Associations
Sleep, sweet reassurance, innocently shed blood
Plant, red – beautiful, bright petals
Solar symbolism
“ They looked like lit torches”, “scarlet petals”, “opened their fiery tongues”, “blazed like sparks”, “filled with a thick crimson”
“ flared up reverently bright fire"
“ flames - crumbled - went out”, “This happens to people too”
“ fresh petal with dew drops”
Beauty, light, goodness
Fire as a mediator between man and deity, one of the main elements of the world
Fire, youth, passion, thirst for life, brightness of impressions
sensuality, emotionality
Fire as a living being, the connection of fire with the heart, soul of the deceased
Living flame
Transience of human life, life cut short, tragedy, pain, sorrow
youth, beauty, death
“ And from below... more and more tightly rolled buds rose up to prevent the living fire from going out.”
Living fire - new, holy, heavenly
Pure, unceasing, heavenly, Eternal flame, memory, Gratitude, tears, cleansing, silence
Hope
The heroic lives on
among us, in our consciousness.
Memory nourishes the roots of moral spirit
people",
"inspirational
feats."
Memory.
She is always with us.
P arerea - Opinion
R ationation - Argument
E xemplu - Example
S umarul - Conclusion
P - This text teaches us to live for someone, dedicate your life to people..
- P- Poppies are beautiful scarlet flowers.
- R- They decorate our lives.
- E- An example of this is the flower bed on which the poppies bloomed; without them it would not be so bright.
- S“The poppies burned violently for two days, and then they crumbled and went out.
- P - This text teaches us to live for someone, to devote our lives to people.
- R- This is the only way to leave a good memory of yourself.
- E- An example of this is the life of Alexei.
- S- Sometimes a short life can be lived to the fullest.
- Homework:
Essay on the topic of
« Short life
but without looking back,
in full force
lived."
Volume: 0.5-1 pages
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- Krupina N.L. “From heart to heart”: story by Evgeny Nosov “Living Flame” LSH -2005, No. 4
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- Rossinskaya V.S. Dolls and people: E.I. Nosov's story "Doll". LS – 1998, No. 1.
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And at the end of the second day they suddenly crumbled and went out. And immediately the lush flowerbed became empty without them. I picked up a still very fresh petal, covered in drops of dew, from the ground and spread it on my palm. “That’s all,” I said loudly, with a feeling of admiration that had not yet cooled down. “Yes, it burned down...” Aunt Olya sighed, as if for a living creature. - And I somehow didn’t pay attention to this poppy before. It has a short life. But without looking back, she lived it to the fullest. And this happens with people... Aunt Olya, somehow hunched over, suddenly hurried into the house. I've already been told about her son. Alexey died, diving on his tiny "hawk" onto the back of a heavy fascist bomber... I now live on the other side of the city and occasionally visit Aunt Olya. Recently I visited her again. We sat at the summer table, drank tea, and shared news. And nearby, in a flowerbed, a large carpet of poppies was blazing. Some crumbled, dropping petals to the ground like sparks, others only opened their fiery tongues. And from below, from the moist earth, full of vitality, more and more tightly rolled buds rose to prevent the living fire from going out.
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Technologies: information and communication technologies, case technology, technology for the development of critical thinking, personality-oriented technology, technology of free education.
Lesson objectives: show the writer’s ability to express his attitude towards true values through one episode from life; to promote the development of analytical and expressive reading, the construction of logical statements, to note the artistic originality of the story, to promote moral and patriotic education; develop students’ speech, expressive reading skills and analysis of works of art, instill in schoolchildren a respectful attitude and a sense of grateful memory towards those who died during the Great Patriotic War.
Equipment: 1) Computer. 2) Presentation, film. 3) Texts of E. Nosov’s story “Living Flame”.
During the classes.
1) Work on the concept of “MEMORY”.
What is memory? Try to formulate the lexical meaning of this word.
Listen to the definition from the dictionary.
MEMORY, -i, f. 1. The ability to preserve and reproduce in consciousness previous impressions, experience, as well as the very stock of impressions and experience stored in consciousness. (S. I. Ozhegov, N. Yu. Shvedova. Explanatory dictionary of the Russian language.)
MEMORY w. (knead, knead). The ability to remember, not to forget the past; the property of the soul to preserve and remember consciousness of the past. (Explanatory dictionary of the living Great Russian language by Vladimir Dahl.)
MEMORY, memory, plural. no, female 1. The ability to retain and reproduce previous impressions in consciousness. (D. N. Ushakov. Explanatory dictionary.)
Do you think all events remain in people's memory? What is better remembered?
The topic of memory is the main topic of our lesson.
Presentation. Slide 1. (The song “For that guy” plays in the background of the slide (1st verse and chorus), the sound is interrupted by a click. The second click causes the slide to change.)
Today in the lesson we will remember the most tragic period in the history of our country - the Great Patriotic War of 1941-1945, we will talk about the story “Living Flame” by Evgeny Ivanovich Nosov, we will trace how the writer raises the topic of memory and solves it on the pages of his work.
Read the epigraph to the lesson (on slide 1). How do you understand these words?
“I only want you, men and women, former soldiers and soldiers’ wives, participants and eyewitnesses, while you are still alive, ... to pass on to your children and grandchildren the sacred memory of the fallen, from hand to hand, from heart to heart.” E. Nosov “Chopin, sonata number two”
Memory again and again returns veterans of the Great Patriotic War to the trenches and dugouts, to a high-rise occupied by a handful of soldiers or to a crossing under targeted fire. Memory. She is always with us. And no matter what the front-line soldiers wrote about many years later, the theme of war remains the main one in any work, because terrible pictures cannot be erased from memory.
Nosov wrote little about the war, but he wrote in such a way that his stories entered literature forever. The war, which ended so long ago, tormented Nosov with the pain of memory, pain for those who remained in their native and foreign lands, for those who were orphaned. Through the lips of his hero, he spoke about what tormented him so strongly and relentlessly: “The matter... is in our memory. In our understanding of the price paid for the victory over the most fierce of enemies who have ever attacked Russian soil.”
2) Acquaintance with the life and work of the writer (student’s message about E.I. Nosov).
Presentation. Slide 2.
Evgeniy Ivanovich Nosov was born on January 15, 1925 in the village of Tolmachevo near Kursk in the family of a hereditary craftsman and blacksmith. A half-starved childhood taught him to make a living by fishing, hunting, and collecting herbs to sell and earn bread.
As a sixteen-year-old boy, he survived the fascist occupation. In the summer of 1943, after finishing eighth grade, he went to the front, joined the artillery troops, and became a gunner. Participated in Operation Bagration, in the battles on the Rogachev bridgehead beyond the Dnieper. Fought in Poland. In the battles near Koenigsberg on February 8, 1945, he was seriously wounded and on May 9, 1945, he was met in a hospital in Serpukhov, about which he later wrote the story “Red Wine of Victory.”
After the war, Nosov continued his studies and graduated from high school. Having loved to draw since childhood and clearly possessing talent, he went to Central Asia to work as an artist, designer, and literary collaborator. Begins to write prose. In 1958, his first book of short stories and novellas, “On the Fishing Path,” was published.
In 1961 he returned to Kursk and became a professional writer. Studying at the Higher Literary Courses at the Literary Institute named after. M. Gorky, publishes his works “Thirty Grains”, “The House Behind the Triumphal Arch”, “Where the Sun Awakens”.
E.I. Nosov was awarded the Orders of Lenin and the Patriotic War, medals. In 1975, the writer was awarded the State Prize of the RSFSR, in 1996 - the International Prize named after M. A. Sholokhov in the field of literature and art.
Presentation. Slide 3. (During the story, two photographs automatically change after two seconds.)
3) Conversation based on the story.
1.What do we know about the narrator? How is he related to Aunt Olya?
(He is a writer, rents a room from Olga Petrovna)
2. Presentation. Slide 4. Tell us about Olga Petrovna using an illustration for the story.
(Aunt Olya is lonely, hidden sadness fills her heart. She does not complain about her fate, she no longer cries. But grief is sometimes expressed in Olga Petrovna’s words, facial expressions, gestures, and posture).
Name the details that indicate the woman’s loneliness, the hidden sadness that filled her heart.
(A quiet old house, looking at me sympathetically, somehow hunched over)
3. Is Alexey’s presence felt? Prove with words from the text.
Presentation. Slide 5. Illustration work - description of the room.
4. Why do you think Aunt Olya is growing flowers?
(To relieve mental pain.)
5. Why didn’t Aunt Olya like poppies?
(Poppy is not suitable for a flower bed: it puffed and immediately burned.)
6. Why did the narrator sow poppies?
7. Read the description of the flower bed expressively.
Why did the writer need a detailed description of the flowerbed?
Presentation. Slide 6. Why did the artist depict only poppies?
Can we say that matthiolas, pansies, and curtains excited the hero’s heart just as much as poppies?
(By concentrating on the detailed description of the flowerbed, Nosov thereby outlines two opposite, contrasting images: the image of the poppy and all other flowers. In the story, the “flower aristocracy” “seems like a real carpet” if there are poppies nearby. But without them “immediately on a lush flowerbed it became empty.")
(Epithets, comparisons, metaphors)
8. Re-read the episode where the hero-narrator and Aunt Olya examine the faded poppy.
How is the short-lived beauty of poppies shown?
Name the verbs that convey the action of poppies.
Consider the chain of verbs: flames - crumbled - went out.
An artistic technique based on strengthening or, conversely, weakening any feature is called gradation
9. Why did Aunt Olya suddenly “sort of hunched over”?
What have we learned about Aunt Olya’s son? How did Alexei die?
Nosov spoke about the fate of Alexei in one sentence. Is this enough for us readers to imagine it? How do you imagine Alexey?
(Judging by the love and warmth with which his mother remembers him, we can say that Alexey was the pride of Aunt Olya even before the war.)
10. Has the characters’ attitude towards poppies changed? What does this tell us?
(The poppy is compared to human life. Human life is also short, but beautiful. Fire in the story is associated with the soul of a person who gave his life for the sake of the lives of others.)
Read Olga Petrovna’s words about the fate of the poppy and the fate of her son.
11. Can poppies be called full-fledged “heroes” of the story? What does the image of a “violently flaming” poppy symbolize, sometimes flaring up with a “quiveringly bright fire”, sometimes filling with a “thick crimson”?
(This is a symbol of the sublime, enthusiastic, heroic in E. Nosov. It is no coincidence that the author compares poppies with “lit torches with living flames blazing merrily in the wind,” and their crumbling petals with “sparks.” Examining “still quite fresh, in drops of dew, petal,” the mother remembers her son, who flared up with the power of the human spirit and burned “without looking back.”)
12. Presentation. Slide 7. Read the description of poppies at the end of the story. How do you understand the end of the story?
(Admiring the “big fire of poppies,” the author observes how “from below, from the damp earth full of vitality, more and more tightly rolled buds rose to prevent the living fire from going out.” It resembles an eternal flame. A sign of eternal memory and silence .)
13. Why is the story entitled like that?
(The heroic continues to live among us, in our consciousness. Memory feeds the roots of the “moral spirit of the people”, “inspiring feats”. Memory. It is always with us.)
14) Was E. Nosov able to show the cruelty of war on the pages of a short work?
4) A story about pilots who died during the war.
War is the greatest tragedy. When you say this word, destroyed cities, flashes of rockets and the glow of fires appear in your thoughts, and the endlessly heavy roar of bombings appears in your ears...
In E.I. Nosov’s story there are no descriptions of military events, and the author mentions the war in passing. Just a few sentences convey the horror of war. Aunt Olya’s son died heroically; his life was short, but lived to the fullest. And how many young people did not return from the war! In the memory of their loved ones and their comrades, they remained forever young. Let's remember some of them.
Presentation. Slide 8 (Before each student’s story about the pilot, click on the photos to appear.)
Shamshurin Vasily Grigorievich.
Junior Lieutenant Shamshurin made 22 combat missions, destroying 4 aircraft, 14 tanks and other enemy military equipment. On November 18, 1942, while attacking concentrations of enemy troops in the Dzaurikau area, he sent his Il-2, knocked out by anti-aircraft fire, into the thick of enemy military equipment. V.G. Shamshurin was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union posthumously.
Matveev Vladimir Ivanovich.
Captain Matveev, when repelling an enemy raid on Leningrad on July 12, 1941, having used up all the ammunition, used a ram: with the end of the plane of his machine he cut off the tail of the enemy aircraft, and he himself made a safe landing. On January 1, 1942 he died in an air battle in the Leningrad region. V.I. Matveev was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.
Kaikov Pavel Alexandrovich.
Lieutenant Kaikov carried out 177 combat missions. Participated in 5 air battles. On November 29, 1941, he died in an air battle, ramming an enemy aircraft in the Loukhi area during a frontal attack. P.A. Kaykov was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.
Grechishkin Vasily Nikolaevich.
Major Grechishkin made 152 combat missions to bomb important targets and destroy enemy personnel and equipment. On September 30, 1943, near Leningrad, Grechishkin’s plane was shot down by enemy anti-aircraft fire. The pilot directed the burning plane to the position of an artillery battery. V.N. Grechishkin was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union posthumously.
5) Development of students’ speech (from the family archive: a story about a participant in the war).
Not a single family in our country was spared by the war. It also affected your families. Let's listen to short stories about your relatives.
Lyubkevich Anton.
My great-grandfather Mikhail Vasilievich Sorokin was born in 1913 and died in 1991. When my great-grandfather was young and strong, he could lift a horse. In 1938 he went to serve in the army. He ended up on the Chinese border and took part in the military campaign near Khalkhin Gol against the Japanese army. Before he could return home, the Russian-Finnish war began. My great-grandfather also took part in it. And then the Great Patriotic War began, and the great-grandfather stood up to defend his Motherland. During the battle near Leningrad, his leg was torn off. Admitted to the hospital. And in 1944 he returned home from the front. My great-grandfather was awarded orders and medals.
Karetnikov Ivan.
My great-grandfather fought near the city of Rzhev. During the fighting, the Germans surrounded my great-grandfather and his comrades in the swamp. It was very difficult for them: there was no food, no shells. The soldiers did everything possible and impossible to survive and not let the Germans through. But the enemy turned out to be stronger at this stage of the war. My great-grandfather was captured. They poured water on him, beat him with a whip, and set dogs on him. The Soviet army, having defeated the fascist troops, freed the prisoners. My great-grandfather was among them. He returned home to his family.
I was named Ivan in honor of my great-grandfather.
Uvarova Irina.
My great-grandfather's name was Ivan Dmitrievich Uvarov. Went to war in 1941. At this time he lived in the Smolensk region. My great-grandfather was very strong, so he began to fight as a grenade launcher and machine gunner. After being seriously wounded in the leg, he was admitted to the hospital. There was a German in the room where my great-grandfather lay. When the grandfather found out who was lying next to him, he punched the German in the chest. The blow turned out to be fatal. They wanted to judge my great-grandfather for this, but they didn’t do it.
Podmyatnikova Ekaterina.
My great-grandfather's name was Alexander Pavlovich. He was drafted into the war when he was 22 years old. In 1942, he was wounded in the arm, then spent a whole year in the hospital. In May 1943, he fought in a chemical defense battalion as a medical instructor. In 1945, my great-grandfather became a shooter. In 1946 he was demobilized. He has awards, but, unfortunately, they have not been preserved.
6) Conclusions about the story.
We learn about Alexei, Aunt Olya’s son, who died in the war from the last lines of the story. These lines are key in Nosov’s work. The memory of those killed in the Great Patriotic War lives in the hearts of relatives and complete strangers. Famous and nameless soldiers who did not come from the front return to our lives with a breath of a light breeze, an azure quiet morning, a jasmine bush growing under the window or a brightly flaring flower in a flowerbed.
Presentation. Slide 9 (During the story, five photographs are automatically changed. The photographs change after fifteen seconds.)
1 photo in the presentation. The red poppy is a symbol of Memory. There are many legends about the origin of the poppy. In Christian mythology, the origin of the poppy is associated with the blood of an innocently murdered person. For the first time, the poppy allegedly grew from the blood of Christ crucified on the cross, and since then it has been growing where a lot of human blood was shed.
2nd photo in the presentation. In 1915, during the First World War, Canadian military doctor John McCrae wrote a well-known poem, “In Flanders Fields,” which began with these lines:
Everywhere poppies are burning with candles of sadness
On the war-scorched fields of Flanders,
Between the gloomy crosses that stand in rows,
In those places where our ashes were recently buried. (translation by A. Yaro)
3rd photo in the presentation. It is believed that poppy seeds like to have the soil “disturbed”: they can lie in the soil for years and will only begin to germinate after the soil has been dug up. During the First World War, bloody battles took place in Flanders, after which the few survivors had to bury their dead comrades right on the battlefield. They say that so many poppies have never been seen in those places, either before or after that terrible time.
4th photo in the presentation. In England there is a national holiday - Poppy Day - a tribute to the memory of fallen soldiers , which is celebrated on November 11 or the Sunday closest to this date. This date marks the anniversary of the end of the 1st World War. 2 weeks before Poppy Day, red artificial poppies begin to be sold everywhere, the proceeds of which go entirely to helping war veterans. Almost everyone buys a bright and symbolic flower to immediately pin to their clothes as a sign of gratitude and fond memory.
5 photo in the presentation. The symbol of Remembrance Day in many countries is the red poppy.
A student recites by heart Ekaterina Akimova’s poem “Poppies.”
The war has passed, many years have passed,
Erasing these years from memory.
But don’t forget, Russia, these troubles,
The poppy shoots will remind you of them.
Poppies sparkle on the ground,
They burn in the steppe expanses, in the fields
Like drops of blood, yes, hot blood.
They bloom and don’t let you forget
About those battles for life and freedom,
About those who were able not to spare themselves,
Use your blood to heat all the water.
Poppies sparkle on the ground,
And that flame burns without going out,
It burns the heart of the whole country,
Reminding her of the bitter years.
And our heart keeps that memory,
And tears of sorrow in the tired eyes,
And the memory of the past burns in the soul of the earth,
Like that fire in the grass of scarlet poppies.
Poppies sparkle on the ground,
Like drops of blood, and hot blood.
And they burn the heart of the whole country,
With your fire to our terrible pain.
Presentation. Slide 10. The film “Living Flame” created in the programWindowsMovieMaker, launched by clicking on the photo. After the end of the movie, to change the slide, click in the lower right corner or click on the triangle in the left corner, then click “next” in the window.
(Song by Yu. Antonov “Poppies”, photographs from the Great Patriotic War period, monuments to the defenders of the Motherland and monuments of the Volokolamsk region)
7) Final word from the teacher. Presentation. Slide 11.
65 years have passed since the Great Patriotic War ended, but its echo still does not subside in people's souls. We do not have the right to forget the horrors of war so that they do not happen again. We have no right to forget those soldiers who died so that we could live now. We must remember everything in order to learn lessons from the past for the present and future. We must remember everything in order to live.
The road rushes mile after mile,
Legs, wheels and tracks groan.
There are crosses along the road and under each cross
Red poppies are blooming.
And clouds are floating across the sky
An impenetrable and gray wall.
And the clouds look down on the crosses
Shedding unearthly tears.
I look at the tired guys
And in my soul I remember God,
And I dream that every soldier
Didn't become a red poppy by the road...
Andrey Vladimirov (Chernikov)