There is a sorceress winter came crumbled. "Sorceress-winter" A. Pushkin. Winter Sorceress Alexander Pushkin

• What other books could you add to the exhibition?

M. Prishvin "Fox bread", V. Dragunsky "Deniska's stories", A. Volkov "The Wizard of the Emerald City"

• Write down the name of your favorite Pushkin fairy tale.

The Tale of Tsar Saltan, his glorious and mighty son, Prince Gvidon Saltanovich, and the beautiful Princess Swan.

A. S. Pushkin "Here is the north, catching up the clouds ..."

• Read the poem again. Write down words that talk about winter.

Here is the north, catching up the clouds,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The magical winter is coming.
Came, crumbled; shreds
Hung on the branches of oaks;
She lay down with wavy carpets
Among the fields, around the hills;
A shore with a motionless river
Leveled with a plump veil;
Frost flashed. And we are glad
Leprosy mother winter.

(From the novel "Eugene Onegin")

There is a sorceress winter, came, crumbled; hung in tufts on the boughs of oaks; lay down in wavy carpets among the fields, around the hills; she leveled the banks with the motionless river with a plump veil; We rejoice at the pranks of Mother Winter...

• What miracles does the winter sorceress do?

She came, bewitched all living things, leveled the banks with a motionless river, lay down with wavy carpets, hung in tufts on the branches of oaks, pleases with leprosy.

• Underline personifications.

snowflakes are flying, snowflakes in the air howling wind wind scratching under the roof, the blizzard howls, winter has come.

• And Using the chosen words, come up with a story "Here comes winter ..."

And here is the winter-queen

Class: 3

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Target: Creation of a figurative representation of winter based on the perception of poetic, pictorial and musical works of art. Improving expressive reading skills. Development of visual-figurative thinking, imagination, oral speech, creative abilities.

Equipment:

Teacher: Reproduction of K. Yuon's painting "Winter"; audio recording of P. Tchaikovsky's play "On the Troika" from the cycle "The Seasons"; artistic photographs of winter landscapes; snowflake garlands; drawings of children; poster "And here comes the sorceress winter herself", multimedia projector, screen, disposable paper plates.

Students: watercolor paints, brushes, baby books with proverbs and sayings about winter.

During the classes

Teacher: We will dedicate our today's meeting to one of the most beautiful times of the year. What is this time of year? Guess the riddle: (Slide 1)

Snow on the fields
Ice on the rivers
The blizzard is walking.
When does it happen?

Children: In winter.

Teacher:"Mother" - so in the old days a Russian called winter. Not spring-red, not warm summer, not well-fed autumn, but winter with its cold, snow, blizzards and snowstorms. Maybe because winter, like a mother, covers the whole earth with a snow blanket, protecting it from severe frosts. And I named the topic of our today's lesson according to a poem from a poem by one great, famous poet A.S. Pushkin “And here comes the sorceress winter herself ...” (Slide 2).

Teacher: Guys, tell me, please, what an amazing winter miracle did zimushka - winter? My riddle will help you with this. (Slide 3) Now look what explanation of what a snowflake is written in the Big Explanatory Dictionary of D.N. Ushakov (Slide 4). Do you guys know that among the many billions of snowflakes that fall in winter, no two are exactly the same? At the same time, no matter what shape the snow star is, each of them is six-rayed or six-sided. Why? Back in 1611, the famous astronomer I. Kepler published the essay “New Year's Gift, or About Hexagonal Snowflakes”. He asked the question, "Why are all snowflakes hexagonal?" And he answered it like this: “This thing has not yet been discovered to me ...” Nearly four centuries have passed since then, but scientists still cannot guess this riddle of nature.

Teacher: We love fairy tales, we believe in miracles and magic. Today in the lesson we will create our own fairy tale and dedicate it to the sorceress winter. Poets, artists, composers, our imagination and fantasy will help us in this. Fairy tales often consist of several parts or chapters, and so it will be with us. We will devote the first chapter to poetry. You know how many beautiful poems poets have written about winter! We will now hear some of them. They will be performed by the guys, they will also tell us what impressions they received from these poems. (Slide 5)

(Students (prepared) read the verses and talk about what in these verses made a special impression on them.)

Student: I invite you to listen to I. S. Nikitin's poem "Winter Meeting". (Slide 6) It is in this poem that the magical power of winter is revealed. The poet rejoices that the rainy, gloomy autumn has been replaced by winter and has transformed nature. Gone is sadness, sadness, the heart is filled with happiness, delight.

winter meeting
Rain yesterday morning
He knocked on the glass of the windows,
Fog over the ground
I got up with clouds.

At noon the rain stopped
And that white fluff
On the autumn mud
The snow began to fall.

The night has passed. It's dawn.
There are no clouds anywhere.
The air is light and clean
And the river froze.

In yards and houses
Snow lies in sheets
And shines from the sun
colorful fire

Hello winter guest!
Please have mercy on us
Sing the songs of the north
Through forests and fields.

We have a space
Walk anywhere
Build bridges across rivers
And lay out the carpets.

We can't get used to it,
Let your frost crack;
Our young blood
Burning in the cold!

Student: The next poem you hear is also dedicated to the coming of winter. There is a line in it that gave the name to our lesson "And here comes the sorceress winter herself ...". This is an excerpt from the novel by A. S. Pushkin "Eugene Onegin » . (Slide 7)

* * *
... Here is the north, catching up the clouds,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The magical winter is coming.
Came, crumbled; shreds
Hung on the branches of oaks;
She lay down with wavy carpets
Among the fields, around the hills;
A shore with a motionless river
Leveled with a plump veil;
Frost flashed. And we are glad
I'll tell mother winter...

Student: But Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev calls winter a sorceress. Listen and imagine a forest that sleeps in a magical dream, bewitched by the spell of winter. This is already a real fairy tale, and we can easily find ourselves in it if we visit the winter forest. (Slide 8)

* * *
Enchantress Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands -
And under the snowy fringe,
Motionless, dumb
He shines with a wonderful life.
And he stands, bewitched, -
Not dead and not alive -
Magically enchanted by sleep
All entangled, all bound
Light chain downy...
Is the winter sun mosque
On him his ray oblique -
Nothing trembles in it
He will flare up and shine
Dazzling beauty.

Student: In winter there are blizzards, blizzards, snowstorms, and in the imagination of poets they become living beings. This also happened in A. Kondratiev's poem "Snowstorm". (Slide 9)

Blizzard
Spinning and whining
Blizzard for the New Year;
The snow wants to fall
And the wind does not.
And the trees have fun
And for each bush:
Snowflakes, like twigs
They dance on the fly.

Teacher: The sorceress of winter has many servants who fulfill all her desires. They are also strong and powerful. This is how Frost the governor appears before us from the poet N.A. Nekrasov . (Slide 10)

* * *
It is not the wind that rages over the forest,
Streams did not run from the mountains,
Frost-voivode patrol
Bypasses his possessions.
Looks - good blizzards
Forest paths brought
And are there any cracks, cracks,
Is there any bare ground anywhere?

Are the tops of the pines fluffy,
Is the pattern on oak trees beautiful?
And are the ice floes tightly bound
In great and small waters?

Walks - walks through the trees,
Cracking on frozen water
And the bright sun plays
In his shaggy beard...

Student: And I wanted to find a poem about winter, which is unfamiliar to our children. Listen to a poem by V. Subbotin, and imagine the picture of winter depicted by him. (Slide 11)

***
And knocks, and knocks, and knocks ...
What a mess!
What if in a day or two
Will cover the roof of the house?
All the same movement of snowflakes!
How dark it is for us!
It must be such a picture
All over Russia now.
And just as easily and without noise
Winter celebrates its arrival:
And throws a fur coat on a fur coat,
And puts a hat on a hat.

Teacher: And now I suggest you become participants in the competition: you need to remember 2-4 lines about winter from any poem. The winner will be the one who remembers the most poems.

Students:

Winter sings - calls out,
The shaggy forest cradles...
S. Yesenin

White birch
under my window
covered with snow,
Like silver...
FROM. Yesenin

I am Frost, Red Nose,
On the snow grew cold ...
A. Prokofiev

A storm covers the sky with mist,
Whirlwinds of snow...
A. Pushkin

Winter is getting angry
Her time has passed...
F. Tyutchev

Winter!.. The peasant, triumphant,
On firewood updates the path ...
A. Pushkin

Teacher: Zimushka has prepared for us a lot of games, undertakings and fun activities. And our chapter is called "Winter Fun". (Slides 12-15) I offer you the game "Winter typesetter" (Slide 16). I show you a certain set of letters, and you have to make a word out of these letters.

(Slides 17-20)

• AMZI (winter)
• KINSA (sledge)
• INCOME (cold)
• VNOKGESI (snowman)
• KAEL (tree)
• ROMZO (frost)
• KENZHOS (snowball)
• LOGOLED (ice)

Teacher: Well done guys, you did a great job!

Teacher: But winter is not only games, fun, a merry New Year and school holidays. Winter is next year's harvest, water reserves in reservoirs; winter is a time of worries for thousands of people who are responsible for keeping their houses warm and the roads clean. The homework that was given to you is to find proverbs and sayings about winter. Name them.

Pupils name proverbs and sayings.

For example:

Winter does not live without three holidays.
The winter wind is an assistant to the frost: it gets colder!
Winter day - with sparrow lope.
Everyone is young in the winter cold.
Winter is the keeper of the fields.
In winter, everyone loves a sheepskin coat.
In winter, the sun is like a stepmother: it shines, but it does not warm.

Teacher: Now try to explain how you understand these proverbs . (Slide 21)

Teacher: Next chapter musical (Slide 22). It is dedicated to P. Tchaikovsky's play "On the Troika" from the cycle "The Seasons ». In the old days there were no cars, trains, and people traveled on horseback. Everyone was looking forward to winter in order to ride on a troika of frisky horses. Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky in the play “On the Troika” conveyed by musical means the swift running of horses and the enthusiastic feelings of people rushing on a troika across the snow-covered plains.

Listening to the play by P. Tchaikovsky "On the troika".. (Slide 23 with audio recording)

After listening to the play, the teacher asks questions:

Teacher: After listening to the play, try to tell me which horse run you heard?

(music conveys the fast running of horses, the clatter of hooves from under which snow is flying)

Teacher: When smooth music plays, what kind of pictures do you imagine?

Students:(we see endless fields covered with a snow carpet, a huge sky)

Teacher: What sensations, and what feelings does a person experience, rushing on a troika along a winter road? (this is joy, delight, admiration, a feeling of happiness).

Teacher: The beauty of winter nature inspired not only composers and poets, but also artists. The third chapter of our fairy tale is devoted to the painting by K. Yuon "Winter"

Children are invited to a reproduction of the painting.(Slide 24)

Teacher: Look at the reproduction of the painting by K. Yuon and tell me, do you have the feeling that you are in a fairy tale?

Students: Yes. The trees are all covered in snow, as if inviting us to enter the forest, which in winter resembles the fairy-tale ice palace of the Snow Queen. It is felt that there is silence and the branches of the trees are motionless, but it is worth touching them, and diamond dust will shower us, and it will be so much fun. The rays of the sun are especially beautiful in the winter landscape. It is not visible, but the tops of the trees are pinkish, which means they are lit by the sun. This makes the picture even more joyful, festive. We feel that the artist is squandering the beauty of the winter forest and wants us to rejoice in the sorceress of winter with him.

Teacher: Many artists "sang" the beauty of winter, look at the reproductions of famous masters of the brush . (Slide 25) The last chapter of the tale is called "Make a miracle, master artist!". (Slide 26) Today you should try yourself in the role of dish painting artists. There are paints in front of you, but we will use only winter-winter colors. What paints and colors do you use? (blue, light blue, white, etc.) Also on your tables are cardboard plates, but they are still faceless, they can become a miracle, a masterpiece, a work of human hands only when snow patterns appear on them. Each of you will create your own unique picturesque plate, putting your rich imagination and imagination into it, creating wonderful pictures of winter nature.

Exhibition of works.

Teacher: This is the end of our winter fairy tale. But you will meet her more than once if you visit a winter park, a forest, look at the bizarre patterns on the windows, admire the light flight of snowflakes, silver frost. And then you will want to write your own fairy tale about the beauty of winter nature, its charms and magic. (Slide 27)

Homework: Write a fairy tale about winter based on personal impressions.

The great sea singer Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky painted beautiful winter landscapes.
Why was it close to him, perhaps because the snow element is somewhat akin to the sea.
Perhaps in snowy St. Petersburg, Aivazovsky, a native of the Crimea, yearned for his native, sunny Feodosia.
However, the sea was nearby, but different, gloomy and cold.
Once Nicholas I invited the artist to look at the maneuvers of ships in the Gulf of Finland, this was the beginning of their friendship. A year later, in 1845, Aivazovsky decides to return to Feodosia. The emperor, annoyed by the fact that he cannot keep the artist in the capital, will throw: "You will be lazy there." Aivazovsky will make excuses: "It's pulling south, I can't do anything."

So, winter from Aivazovsky and ... Pushkin, who, by the way, was familiar with Aivazovsky.

Winter landscape

***
Here is the wind, catching up the clouds,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The magical winter is coming.
Came, crumbled; shreds
Hung on the branches of oaks;
She lay down with wavy carpets
Among the fields, around the hills;
A shore with a motionless river
Leveled with a plump veil;
Frost flashed. And we are glad
I'll tell mother winter's leprosy.

St. Isaac's Cathedral on a frosty day

Winter landscape

***
What a night! Frost crackling,
Not a single cloud in the sky;
Like a sewn canopy, a blue vault
It is full of frequent stars.

Everything is dark in the houses. At the gate
Locks with heavy locks.
Everywhere people rest;
The noise and the shout of the merchant subsided;
Only the yard guard barks
Yes, the ringing chain rattles.

Chumaks in Little Russia

winter view

Mill

***
Winter!.. The peasant, triumphant,
On firewood, updates the path;
His horse, smelling snow,
Trotting somehow;
Reins fluffy exploding,
A remote wagon flies;
The coachman sits on the irradiation
In a sheepskin coat, in a red sash.
Here is a yard boy running,
Planting a bug in a sled,
Transforming himself into a horse;
The scoundrel already froze his finger:
It hurts and it's funny
And his mother threatens him through the window ...

Moscow in winter. View from Sparrow Hills 1872

"Winter road"
Through the wavy mists
The moon is creeping
To sad glades
She pours a sad light.

On the winter road, boring
Troika greyhound runs
Single bell
Tiring noise.

Winter landscape. 1874

Ice axes on the frozen Neva in St. Petersburg

Alexander II on the frozen Neva

"Tier than fashionable parquet"
Neater than fashionable parquet,
The river shines, dressed in ice.
Boys joyful people
Skates cut the ice loudly;
On red paws a goose is heavy,
Having thought to swim in the bosom of the waters,
Steps carefully on the ice
Slides and falls; happy
Flickering, winding the first snow,
Stars falling on the shore.

Winter convoy on the way. 1857

For the paintings of Aivazovsky, three states were awarded orders - Russia, France and the Ottoman Empire. Art academies throughout Europe considered it an honor to invite him among their professors. Nicholas I himself, the autocrat, walking along his paintings, exclaimed: “Genius! Genius, and there is nothing more to say!

Self portrait 1881

“Everything in his manners was regal.“ The old man is full of dignity, his hands are soft and serve them like a general, later recalled young Chekhov. emirs. He wrote Ruslan and Lyudmila together with Glinka. He was a friend of Pushkin, but he did not read Pushkin. In his life he has not read a single book. When he is offered to read, he says: "Why should I read if I have my own opinions ?“”

Ivan Constantinovich Aivazovski
Anna Nikitichna Burnazyan-Sarkizova, second wife of I. K. Aivazovsky 1882

Speaking about the friendship between Aivazovsky and Pushkin, Chekhov exaggerated. They saw each other only once, briefly, in 1837. Pushkin came to see the annual exhibition of students of the Academy. Aivazovsky has six paintings on it. Before him looms the first prize and a grant for traveling abroad.

Pushkin walks from one canvas to another for a long time and finally asks to be introduced to a capable student. Aivazovsky is brought in. “You have,” Pushkin utters a “worn out” phrase that seems to haunt Aivazovsky all his life, “a great talent.” The artist glows with happiness. How! Pushkin himself blessed!

Chekhov was also wrong when he said that Aivazovsky did not read books. Perhaps in his old age he began to read them less. But in his youth, Pushkin was his idol. And Byron, Pushkin's idol, also stood on his bookshelf. The meeting with the poet will inspire Aivazovsky all his life.

Aivazovsky will live up to eighty-two years. And until the last, he will not stop writing.
On the evening of May 2, 1900, Aivazovsky will look at the unfinished canvas. He will want to go to bed early, but before going to bed he will decide to take a few more swabs. They will be his final chord. The next morning, Aivazovsky will no longer be alive.

The magic winter is coming
Came, crumbled; shreds
Hanging on the branches of oaks,
She lay down with wavy carpets
Among the fields around the hills.
A shore with a motionless river
Leveled with a plump veil;
Frost flashed, and we are glad
Leprosy mother winter.

A. S. Pushkin "Winter Morning"

Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, my lovely friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open eyes closed by bliss
Towards the northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!

Evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
In the cloudy sky, a haze hovered;
The moon is like a pale spot
Turned yellow through the gloomy clouds,
And you sat sad -
And now ... look out the window:

Under blue skies
splendid carpets,
Shining in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river under the ice glitters.

The whole room amber gleam
Enlightened. Cheerful crackling
The fired oven crackles.
It's nice to think by the couch.
But you know: do not order to the sled
Ban the brown filly?

Gliding through the morning snow
Dear friend, let's run
impatient horse
And visit the empty fields
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.

A. S. Pushkin “Excerpts from the poem “Eugene Onegin”” Winter was waiting, nature was waiting. ,
Winter!.. The peasant, triumphant

That year the autumn weather
Stood in the yard for a long time
Winter was waiting, nature was waiting.
Snow fell only in January
On the third night. Waking up early
Tatyana saw through the window
Whitewashed yard in the morning,
Curtains, roofs and fences,
Light patterns on glass
Trees in winter silver
Forty merry in the yard
And softly padded mountains
Winters are a brilliant carpet.
Everything is bright, everything is white around.

Winter!.. The peasant, triumphant,
On firewood, updates the path;
His horse, smelling snow,
Trotting somehow;
Reins fluffy exploding,
A remote wagon flies;
The coachman sits on the irradiation
In a sheepskin coat, in a red sash.
Here is a yard boy running,
Planting a bug in a sled,
Transforming himself into a horse;
The scoundrel already froze his finger:
It hurts and it's funny
And his mother threatens him through the window...

A. S. Pushkin "Winter Road"

Through the wavy mists
The moon is creeping
To sad glades
She pours a sad light.

On the winter road, boring
Troika greyhound runs
Single bell
Tiring noise.

Something is heard native
In the coachman's long songs:
That revelry is remote,
That heartache...

No fire, no black hut...
Wilderness and snow... Meet me
Only miles striped
Come across alone.

Bored, sad... Tomorrow, Nina,
Tomorrow, returning to my dear,
I'll forget by the fireplace
I look without looking.

Sounding hour hand
He will make his measured circle,
And, removing the boring ones,
Midnight won't separate us.

It's sad, Nina: my path is boring,
Dremlya fell silent my coachman,
The bell is monotonous
Foggy moon face.

A. S. Pushkin “Winter. What should we do in the village? I meet"

Winter. What should we do in the village? I meet
The servant who brings me a cup of tea in the morning,
Questions: is it warm? has the blizzard subsided?
Is there powder or not? and is it possible to have a bed
Leave for a saddle, or better before dinner
Messing around with your neighbor's old magazines?
Powder. We get up, and immediately on the horse,
And trot across the field in the first light of day;
Arapniki in hands, dogs following us;
We look at the pale snow with diligent eyes;
We circle, we roam, and at times too late,
Having etched two birds with one stone, we are home.
How much fun! Here is the evening: a blizzard howls;
The candle burns darkly; embarrassed, the heart aches;
Drop by drop, I slowly swallow the poison of boredom.
I want to read; eyes glide over the letters,
And thoughts are far away... I close the book;
I take a pen, I sit; forcibly pull out
The dormant muse has incoherent words.
No sound goes to the sound ... I lose all rights
Over the rhyme, over my strange servant:
The verse drags on languidly, cold and foggy.
Tired, with a lyre, I stop the argument,
I go to the living room; I hear a conversation
About close elections, about a sugar factory;
The hostess frowns in the likeness of the weather,
With steel knitting needles nimbly moving,
Ile about the red is guessing the king.
Yearning! So day after day goes into solitude!
But if in the evening in a sad village,
When I sit in a corner at checkers,
He will come from afar in a wagon or wagon
An unexpected family: an old woman, two girls
(Two blond, two slender sisters), -
How the deaf side revives!
How life, oh my God, becomes full!
First indirectly attentive glances,
Then a few words, then conversations,
And there is friendly laughter, and songs in the evening,
And frisky waltzes, and whispers at the table,
And languid eyes, and windy speeches,
On the narrow stairs slow meetings;
And the maiden comes out on the porch at dusk:
Open neck, chest, and a blizzard in her face!
But the storms of the north are not harmful to the Russian rose.
How hot the kiss burns in the cold!
How fresh is a Russian maiden in the dust of snow!

Winter sorceress is coming

Target :

• to deepen children's knowledge about the features of nature in different periods of winter;
• to form an aesthetic perception of artistic texts, pictures of nature;
• enrich the vocabulary of children with figurative expressions, comparisons;
• develop creative imagination;
• to cultivate sensitivity, susceptibility to the beauty of nature, expressed in works of art.

preliminary work:

• reading and memorizing riddles, sayings, poems on the theme "Winter" (works by I. Surikov, A. Pushkin);
• observations of natural phenomena in the winter at the kindergarten site;
• learning songs, listening to music about winter;
• examination of illustrations, reproductions of paintings by I. Grabar, A. Kuindzhi, A. Savrasov, I. Shishkin.

Materials and equipment: reproductions of paintings by S.A. Kupriyanov "Sorceress-Winter" and G. Kondratenko "Winter Evening"; audio recording of P.I. Tchaikovsky "January" from the cycle "The Seasons"; chips.

move

The children are sitting at the tables.

Guys, guess the riddle:

Like the sky from the north

A white swan swam

The swan swam full,

Down threw, poured

In fields, lakes

White fluff and feathers.

/Winter/

Who is winter compared to? Why?

Many poets in their poems created the image of winter. A.S. Pushkin describes it like this:

Here is the wind, catching up the clouds,

He breathed, howled - and here she is

The sorceress winter is coming,

Came, crumbled, in tufts

Hung on the branches of oaks;

She lay down with wavy carpets

Among the fields, around the hills;

Brega with a motionless hand

Compared with a fluffy veil.

Frost flashed. And we are glad

Leprosy mother winter!

Did you like the poem?

What words does the poet use for winter?(Sorceress, mother)

How does the poet talk about winter, how did it come?(fall apart)

How do you understand the words "hung in tufts on the boughs of oaks"?

What is snow like in winter?(White, fluffy, furry, sparkling, silver…)

“I leveled the shore with a motionless river with a plump veil ...” Why is the river “immobile”? What kind of veil is not on the river?

What does "shine frost" mean?(When it's a frosty day, the snow around it glitters, shimmers)

Why are we “happy with the pranks of Mother Winter”?(You can play snowballs, sledding, skiing, skating, making a snowman)

How affectionately does the poet call winter?(Mother)

What words can describe winter? (Magical, fabulous, snowy, frosty, blizzard, sparkling)

(Children get chips for the correct answer)

Who among you loves winter? Why?

Something blew cold ... Yes, Zimushka-Winter rushed by! Do you want to follow her?

And for this you need to put on invisibility hats and say the magic words:

Containers-bars, rastabars,

Christmas trees, sticks, calambay,

Shura-mura, balls-vars,

Samba mamba, milky way!

Children go out on the rug and pretend to put on invisibility hats, close their eyes, say magic words and follow the Winter sorceress to her snowy kingdom - the winter forest.

Physical education minute

And now we take off our invisibility caps and return home to kindergarten.

The theme “January” sounds from the album of P.I., Tchaikovsky “The Seasons”.

What amazing music!

What season is this music about? I think that while listening to this music, each of you presented some kind of winter picture. Tell me, where did you end up in your fantasies?

Guys, look at reproductions of paintings by famous artists. Do you think they liked winter?

Why do you think so?

Which of these pictures most closely matches Pushkin's description of winter?

Let's compare these pictures. What artists depicted snow, forest, sky?

What title would you give these paintings?

Bottom line: today we learned with what love poets, artists, composers depict winter in their works. And you also love winter and know a lot about it - so many good words were said about winter, snow. Well done!