Scenario: Ball of Flowers in elementary school. Script for summer camp. Ball of Flowers (Dance and Music Festival)
The children enter to the music. They walk around the hall and sit on chairs.
VED: Hello, Dear friends! Welcome to the flower ball.!!!
Today we are waiting for many surprises and many guests. Looks like some of the guests are already here...
(Waltzing to the music, the FAIRY OF FLOWERS enters).
FAIRY: I'm waiting for everyone today, I'll take you to the flower ball,
For joy and beauty, all flowers bloom in spring
But let's not tear them, friends, do you agree with me?
Children: YES...
Children from grade 1 enter, they perform the dance "DO NOT TEAR FLOWERS"
FAIRY: Today is waiting for you unusual journey to the flower ball. I, the Fairy of spring and flowers, spend it only once a year. That night, the flowers have already bloomed to arrange a ball during the day.
1 reb: With magical power, miraculous power, these flowers bloomed.
They combined the joy of the heavenly charms of the beautiful earth.
2 reb: The flowers whisper their silent speeches, the secrets of the unknown await.
Until dawn with the moon, they dream inseparably and bloom.
FAIRY: Our fairy tale began like this ... In a small house on the edge of the forest there lived two girls - sisters. One of the girls loved white flowers, her name was Belyanochka, And her sister, Rose, loved red flowers.
(Belyanochka and Rosochka come out of the house, sing the song “I’m walking along the green grass ...)
Belyanochka: Look, Rosochka, what beautiful flowers grew up here.
Poppy: We watered them, took care of them, that's why they are so beautiful.
Belyanochka: I heard that in the spring, flowers arrange a ball near the spring
Rose: It's a fairy tale, flowers can't dance.
Belyanochka: Let's go to the spring and see for ourselves.
Rose: And to make it more fun, let's invite all our friends to dance...
(Everyone performs the dance "MY SONG").
A BOY-with-FINGER appears ...
Boy: Hello, Little White, hello, Rose.
Belyanochka: Hello, boy-with-a finger. We decided to go to the flower ball.
Rose: Flowers can't dance!
Beetle: They do!!! I live among flowers, I fly everywhere and see everything, I'm a beetle!
Beetle: Wow! Tired, swooped in, tried to fly all day!
How many beetles I see, everyone is ready to dance.
We, beetles, need to fly, we need to stretch our wings.
FAIRY: Beetles flap their wings, dance together on the lawn.
The beetle boys dance to cheerful music.
Fairy: The sun shone in the sky and sent its rays to the magic spring ...
Belyanochka: Tell us, dear bugs, how to get to the magic spring?
Beetle: Here is a spring...
Rose: What beautiful flowers here!
To the Waltz, the girls perform their dance.
FAIRY: Dear children, I am very glad to see you all at the flower ball. Anyone who loves nature always sees many wonderful things in it. Do you hear this call? These are the bells!
DANCE OF BELLS.
Drought enters.
Drought: What's that noise, what's the ringing? How many flowers grew around the magic spring. And I don't like them. Here are the thorns - another matter!
Fairy: Who are you?
Drought: I am a drought. I want to destroy and dry all the flowers. Oh, yes, there are children. I see that I won’t even have to try, the children will trample all the flowers without me and pull them out by the roots.
FAIRY: What are you talking about?!
Drought: I know that when children see flowers, they immediately tear them, even in a flower bed, even in the forest.
FAIRY: Our children are not like that……..
Drought: Then I can handle it myself. I will put weeds here and spoil the spring.
(Drought scatters weeds around the hall (leaves from art. Flowers)
FAIRY: What have you done. Go away, don't bother us.
DRIVE….
FAIRY: We drove the drought away, but weeds grew here ...
WEEDING GAME Several children collect weeds in baskets.
FAIRY: Children, we need to help the flowers. Look, the magical spring no longer pleases us with its fabulous murmur ... WHAT to do?
Belyanochka: We must call the Elves - the wizards of the spring.
The elves are coming...
Elves: In order for the magic spring to come to life, you need to sing a SONG ABOUT FRIENDSHIP.
CHILDREN isp. "THE SONG ABOUT FRIENDSHIP".
FAIRY: Our spring came to life again and flowed living water to water the flowers. All spring, summer and autumn flowers will delight us with their beauty.
Take care of them, and they will definitely invite you to the ball again ...
The holiday is over.
Hello!
I am very glad to everyone who looked to visit me.
I bring to your attention the scenario of the holiday, which organizes the leisure of children and develops them.
Purpose: organization of interesting and educational leisure.
Bring up careful attitude to plants
To replenish the children's active vocabulary,
Learn to pronounce poems clearly, with intonation, expressively.
Develop children's creative and musical abilities
Throughout the group, in the corridor, announcements are posted with the following content:
Attention! Attention!
A ball will be held in the Kingdom of Flowers
Everyone is welcome - everyone - everyone!
We will be glad to see you at our place.
His Majesty King Peony and
Her Majesty Queen Rose
Host in Gardener costume:
I was born a gardener
And fell in love with flowers
I'll pour them out of the watering can,
I will sing a song for them.
(Sings to the motive of Duremar's song and dances around the hall dancing with a watering can)
The bird-catcher sings about the birds,
The fisherman sings about the fish,
And I sing about flowers -
I love them very much, I love them.
(He sees the Decree of the King and Queen in front of him)
Wow, today there is a ball in the kingdom. All are welcome. I'll hurry up and get there. I love flowers.
(Runs away)
Fanfare sounds.
His Majesty King Peony enters the hall along with Her Majesty Queen Rose.
Rose (languidly):
Good afternoon friends.
I, Queen Rose, am glad to see a real flower garden visiting us. It is so beautiful!
We invite everyone to the ball
In smart music hall,
Where there will be music and laughter
Smiles, contests, success.
The fragrance of flowers
Ball! How splendid it is!
Peony
I, King Peony, command!
Today at our ball to all those present
Sing, laugh, have fun,
Dance, play, frolic!
Don't be bored for a minute!
Only joy to receive!
Gardener:
Will the prince and princess come?
Will they have fun here?
Sound the fanfare again!
Prince and princess - come in!
The fanfare sounds again. Enter Prince Narcissus and Princess Lily.
Prince Narcissus:
Hello my friends
I am very glad to see you.
Princess Lily:
Hello my girlfriends,
Cheerful, jolly
Are all your friends in the collection?
Prince and Princess in chorus:
It's time for us to start the ball!
Opening the ball of flowers
Is everyone ready to dance?
Children: Yes!
Music, sound, sound
Invite us to dance!
An excerpt sounds, music by Tchaikovsky "Waltz of the Flowers"
The dance must be structured in such a way that the king and queen enter into it first, then the prince and princess, and then all the other flowers.
At the end of the dance, the king and queen sit on the throne. Prin and the princess are on chairs beside them on either side.
Gardener:
How beautiful is this ball!
I just fell into a fairy tale!
I love flowers very much.
I recognize them right away.
Do you guys know flowers well?
The children answer.
Friend, my dear Gardener,
Keep our peace.
You water, you fertilize.
You know a lot about us.
You make riddles
Check guys and find out
Do they know flowers like that
As only you know.
Gardener:
Your Majesty, I will only be happy to serve you. And riddles are always ready for me.
Here they are, listen guys, and guess.
I am capricious and tender
Needed for any holiday.
I can be white, yellow, red,
But I'm always beautiful! (Rose)
A lush bush in the garden blossomed,
Attracting wasps and bees.
All in large terry flowers -
White, pink, burgundy! (Peony)
beautiful flowers
Blossomed in the garden
splashed with colors,
And autumn is on the way. (Asters)
This blue flower
Reminds us of you
About the sky - pure, pure,
And the radiant sun (Forget-me-not)
Have spring flower
Signs not to be mistaken:
Leaves like garlic
And the crown is like that of a prince (Narcissus)
Vasya brought us flowers
Unprecedented beauty.
Petals like plastic
At Vasily's flowers.
Give me a vase
He will deliver. lilies
The blue bell hangs
He never calls. (Bell)
Rhythmic music plays. Prickly-Thorn runs into the hall.
Zlyuchka-Prickly:
I am the Angry-Thorn
I'm that little thing!
I will destroy all the flowers
I don't like them very much!
Addressing the king and queen
You invited everyone to the ball
And they didn't call me
I will disturb you now
Ball will have to close.
The king and queen groan, gasp, the queen cries.
Rose (weeping):
What to do?
How can we be?
Gardener (addressing the king and queen):
Gardener, help us!
You stop the bitch.
Gardener:
(addressing the king and queen)
Of course I will try!
(Looks at the guys)
And I'm talking to you guys:
Do you agree to help
Should I resolve the conflict with Zlyuchka?
(Children answer)
Gardener:
Thorn-thorn, you're not a slut at all
Don't get angry and don't get angry.
You better smile.
Zlyuchka-Prickly:
Maybe I will smile if you fulfill my three wishes.
Gardener:
What are your desires?
Zlyuchka-Prickly:
I want them to sing to me, dance and recite poems!
The gardener, addressing the children:
Yes, we are happy, right, guys?
(Children answer)
Gardener:
Here comes the melody
The song flies to visit us
The guys sing the song "Scarlet Flower".
I already feel better...
Gardener:
That's wonderful!
Now the guys will also tell poems.
Leaves fired like arrows.
It blooms with a white flower,
Yellow flower in the middle
Tilts head to the side
Looks modestly, modestly down.
And call the handsome man. NARCISSUS
T. Lavrova
lily beauty
Everyone in the area loves it.
Here - blush, like a dawn,
In this one - solar slices,
This gentle bride
So white, pure, lovely!
The petals open.
The bees are fed with nectar.
Dandelion
Dandelion golden
He was handsome, young
Wasn't afraid of anyone
Even the wind itself!
Dandelion golden
Got old and gray
And as soon as he turned gray,
Fly away with the wind.
Daisies
hey daisies,
Give me an answer:
Where are you from,
If it `s not a secret?
Not a secret, -
Daisies answered, -
We were carried by the sun
In a pocket!
Bell
What is the bell about
Ringing in the meadow?
Reply to this
I can't you.
But I think like this:
It will ring in the morning
And hear the flowers -
It's time to wake up.
cornflower
It seems that the sky has fallen on the field -
Everything turned blue underfoot!
It blossomed unusual flower,
With the name Russian, simple - Vasilek.
And his petals are blue,
Slightly carved along the very edge.
Zlyuchka-Prickly (to the motive of the song "Million-Million Scarlet Roses")
Trawl-la, trawl-la, trawl-la, trawl-la-la
I feel even better...
Gardener (to the children)
Well, friends, do not let us down
Let's dance quickly.
It sounds like a fun song, the children are dancing.
Videos, clips, videos watch online "Merry Polechka"
Zlyuchka-Prickly (to the motive of the song "Million-Million Scarlet Roses")
Trawl-la, trawl-la, trawl-la, trawl-la-la
I like it here now, friends...
You won't interfere with us?
Shouldn't the ball be closed?
Prickly-Thorn (addressing the king and queen)
Will you let me stay?
I will laugh with you
I will play with you.
I will not offend you!
Peony and Rose (in chorus)
Stay! Stay!
Join us soon!
Gardener:
Can you run a competition?
Will you play and sing for us?
Zlyuchka-Prickly:
I'll run a contest first
Then I will play and sing.
Zlyuchka-Prickly holds a contest "Collect a Bouquet".
The prince's team and the princess's team compete. Each team must collect a bouquet (put it on the floor or table) from pre-prepared blanks of flowers, leaves and stems.
Gardener:
Ah, what a beauty! Well done boys!
We continue our friendly ball
Everyone is invited to the dance
Music sounds. Children's Dance Music Lyali Pop
Children dance in pairs. The gardener dances with Thorn.
Rose (to Thorn)
Dear Thorn, you promised us to sing and play. Would you please us now with your talent?
Zlyuchka-Prickly:
Of course, I will sing and play. Just let the guys help me.
Gardener:
Can you guys help?
The kids are in charge
Zlyuchka-Prickly and some guys take musical instruments(triangle, glockenspiel, etc.) sing and play along with the music.
The song "Curls" (Why don't flowers grow on my head ...)
Oh, how nice we are!
I'm calling you to dance now!
Letka - Enka (Jump - Skok) Children's Dance Music
All songs "Children's Music" listen for free online on the site ololo.fm
The queen invites the king to dance. They begin to dance, and the others dance after them.
Gardener:
Now let's play the game "Wreath".
The gardener stands in the center of the round dance, the children walk in a circle, pretending to weave a wreath with the words:
We lead a round dance, we lead
We weave a wreath, weave
We braid the field
Ai-lyuli, ai-lyuli,
We braid the field.
Zlyuchka-Prickly:
And now let's dance around me! Please!
The game is repeated.
Spike-thorn:
What good fellows you guys are, what a good round dance you have. I really liked him.
And now I suggest you draw flowers for our king and queen.
The competition is called “Who is more? »
The prince and princess teams play again. While the music is playing, the children, one from each team, run up to their paper sheet and draw one flower on it. Then they pass the baton to another participant.
Zlyuchka-Prickly:
That's how many flowers the princess's team painted (shows). We will give them to His Majesty - King Peony.
But these flowers (shows) were painted by the prince's team. We give to our beautiful Queen Rose.
Gardener:
Flowers are the beauty of nature! Flowers are amazing! And I'm glad there are more of them.
Zlyuchka-Prickly (pleased, spinning and singing)
How beautiful this ball is, look
How beautiful is this ball!
Unfortunately, the time of our ball is coming to an end!
And I want to tell you:
You must bend over the flower
Not to tear or cut
And to see their kind faces
And show them a kind face (R. Gamzatov)
I will read you a decree, but only once.
Listen carefully!
Fulfillment is a must!
Decree dated ___ date, ___ year.
There are various flowers
Field and greenhouse
All flowers are different
And they are all wonderful
I, King Peony, command:
Just do not tear the flowers, do not break and do not trample!
Take care of the flowers!
Goodbye my young friends. I'm glad I got to know you. I hope that you will always be as kind and cheerful.
And I am very glad to our acquaintance. I think that you will always protect and protect my brothers.
Prince Narcissus and Princess Lily (in chorus)
Dad mom!
Narcissus:
Can we still stay with the guys at a party?
They are so cute and wonderful.
Okay, stay.
Do not forget to treat your friends with sweets that we have prepared for them.
Gardener:
Come on guys, let's say together:
Children in chorus
Let's take care of the flowers!
Goodbye, see you again!
The King and Queen exit.
Spike-thorn:
Well then I'll go
I will tell my girlfriends
Where have you been, what have you seen
Who did you dance with today?
Sends kisses to the guys and runs away
Gardener:
The hour of parting has come
Alas, the bright ball is over!
But soon you will continue
And I came here for a reason.
I really enjoyed visiting you and, if you do not mind, I will come to you again.
Do you mind?
The children answer.
That's wonderful! And now I will ask Prince Narcissus and Princess Lily to help me distribute sweets, and we will all eat sweets together.
Music sounds. The prince and princess hand out sweets with a flower name, such as "Chamomile", "Red Poppy" or "Vasya-cornflower", to children.
Scenario for younger students. Ball of Flowers
Job title: Educator of the GPA, School No. 63, Mariupol
For children 5-11 years old
Description: this scenario is suitable for educators, teachers, teachers primary school, parents.
Target: To generalize and enrich children's knowledge of flowers, to cultivate a respect for nature
Tasks:
- educational: to generalize and enrich children's knowledge about colors;
- developing: develop memory, attention, imagination, creative and artistic abilities
- educational: to cultivate a sense of faith in one's own strength, miracles, respect for nature, love for good
Equipment: a festively decorated hall, air balloons, artificial and live flowers.
Characters: Children - flowers, Zlyuchka-thorn, Hare, readers.
The course of the holiday
Children dressed in flower costumes enter, parents, guests, take their seats.
Music plays softly (Waltz of the Flowers by Tchaikovsky)
presenter(tutor):
We invite everyone to the ball
In a well-decorated room
Where there will be music and laughter
Smiles, dances and success!
The fragrance of flowers and the chirping of children's voices.
Opening the ball of flowers
Is everyone ready to dance?
A girl runs into the hall, dressed in gloomy clothes, on which dry branches and thorns are sewn, and angrily says:
- There will be no ball here! I'm against! I am the Angry-thorn! That one more thing!
I'll kill all the flowers! I don't like them very much!
The flowers were frightened, quieted down.
And Angry-thorn continued:
- Arranged here! Ball! And I was not invited (offended)
Presenter:
- Excuse me, please, Zlyuchka-thorn, but you are ... not a flower ...
- Just think, - Anger-thorn said angrily, - maybe I, too, in my soul ... a May rose.
- Then welcome! the flowers said in unison.
Angry-thorn was surprised (she thought that the flowers would drive her away), she entered.
Presenter:
Flowers have always inspired poets, artists, musicians. They dedicated poems, songs, fairy tales to them. Let's take a closer look at the flowers, look at their kind, Perfect eyes, and maybe we ourselves will become a little kinder, wiser, more beautiful.
Spike-thorn:
- And I also want you to fulfill my desire ... No! Two wishes! No! Three wishes!
Presenter:
- Fine. What is the first?
spiky-thorn:
- I want a story!
presenter:
There is such a legend: Once an unfortunate woman with her little son was walking through the steppe. All her life she dreamed of happiness, but could not find it. Suddenly, among the empty steppe, I saw a tiny tulip. She came over just to look at him. Then the boy saw a tulip, and laughing loudly, rushed to him. At the same moment, the bud opened. It turned out that joyful children's laughter- this is happiness! Think about whether it is worth picking tulips, because maybe happiness is hidden in them?
spiky-thorn
- Dance for me!
And the flowers swirled in a beautiful waltz. (Music by S. Rotaru "Lilies of the valley") Holding hands, together raised the leaves to the sun and smiled at each other.
Zlyuchka - thorn:
- And yet ... I also want a riddle!
presenter:
1. Grows through the snow
To the sun's rays a flower
Small and gentle
White ... (Snowdrop)
Snowdrop:
In the spring, as soon as the snow melts,
When nature still dreams
Forest snowdrop blooms
Flower of frost and spring.
There are no more tender petals in the world,
And the aroma of wonderful spilling,
Snowdrop from snow-covered fetters,
Grows, directing leaves to the sun.
The grass will soon lay like a carpet,
The forest wakes up from sleep
And the snowdrop will be the first to say:
"Hello sun and spring!" (S. Nevolina)
presenter:
2. Snow fell on the yard, on houses and on us,
Probably, he will fill the city now.
Probably, the bitter frost will return to us
But dad came and brought mimosa.
He brought it and said: “With the awakening of you!
Today, folks, spring has begun!
Mimosa:
My name is Mimosa
I'm the first to bloom
Well, where else can you see
Are you such a beauty?
Presenter:
3. He is a flower prince-poet
And so smartly dressed
An encore sonnet about spring
Will read to us ... (Narcissus)
Narcissus:
Now the last snow in the field is melting,
warm steam rises from the earth
And the blue jar is blooming,
And they call each other cranes...
Young forest dressed in green smoke
Warm thunderstorms impatiently waiting
Everything around spring is warmed by breath,
Everything around loves and sings ... (A.K. Tolstoy)
Presenter:
4. In the meadow on all sides, light-light, thin-thin,
It sounds like I'm hearing a call.
Who is this? (Bell)
The blue bell bowed to you and me.
Bell(bows):
Bluebell flowers are very polite.
And you?
Presenter:
5. A wonderful creature, she is a charmer,
poets admiration,
Born by nature
the snail also looked:
what a miracle? (Daisy)
Daisy:
From gate to gate
Daisies have blossomed
White-pink dew
In the light of the morning star
Their pearl dews
These snowflake beads
The joy of the first spring days
In a sea of sunshine!
little by little of the sun
Everyone in the palm of your hand!
Primrose Daisy!
Hello sunny spring!
presenter:
6. Born on a May day, keeps him warm,
And it seems to be behind him - he will ring softly
And this ringing will be heard by the meadow, and the birds and flowers around.
Let's listen - what if I and you hear? (Lily of the valley)
Lily of the valley:
Hid happiness in the petals
At the lilac on the bushes.
- My lily of the valley, fragrant, - commanded a cheerful May.
presenter
7. Lily of the valley blossomed in May,
On the very holiday, on the 1st day.
May, seeing off flowers,
Blooming... (Lilac)
Lilac:
The branch is dressed up in bunches
purple color,
It's our spring day
Lilac blossomed in the garden!
presenter:
8. Grow up - dress up in a little white dress.
Light, airy, obedient to the breeze.
In the meantime, she wears a yellow sarafan
Who is this? (Dandelion)
Dandelion:
Dandelion, sunny flower,
Smiling honey smile
Spring is on the threshold again
Multi-colored, holiday card.
Scattered gold coins
Dandelion funny faces
Happiness shines in their eyes
Dandelions are funny cuties! (N. Samoniy)
9. She said: I promise: to bloom in early May
I decided to clarify: to remind you, to call?
Can drop SMS on demand in the forest?
Angry: What a joke! My name is ... (Forget-me-not)
forget-me-not
Bluer than the sky, tender baby,
True, after all, beautiful, baby - Forget-me-not?
(it is possible to dance Forget-Me-Not to the song "Forget-Me-Not" by V. Dobrynin)
presenter:
May 10, warm and soon summer!
Everyone is dressed in green
Like a fiery fountain
Reveals... (Tulip)
Tulip:
Hello! And I woke up! The sun smiled sweetly!
How beautiful it is here!
Just a miracle, just a miracle!
And how beautiful I am! Like a scarlet dawn!
11. It blooms in late spring:
red flower petals
A flower like a boiled crayfish
Learned? It's red (Poppy)
Poppy:
Look here and there
Red poppies bloom
Field poppies in May
Blossomed in all its glory
Captivating with its beauty
Appeared in the spring!
presenter
12. They were brought to us from China
They grow, admiring everyone
Lots and lots of petals
Delicate fabulous colors
How beautiful, like a dream! It is called ... (Peony)
Peony:
Peonies firmly entered the garden
Found fans everywhere
Luxurious bushes bloom
beautiful delicate flowers!
presenter:
13. White, fluffy, thick and fragrant hung the window.
As if it froze, as if a forest and a lake,
It's been covered in a blizzard! Who is this? (Bird cherry)
It’s not the forest that dressed up in white furs in spring
Bird cherry blossomed like a bride under a veil.
Young, beautiful, pure, happy!
- Bird cherry, Bird cherry, why are you standing white?
Bird cherry:
-For the spring holiday, for May blossomed!
presenter:
-What are your leaves green today?
Bird cherry:
-For a holiday, for a holiday, for May, for spring!
Bird cherry:
Fragrant bird cherry blossomed in spring,
And the branches are golden, that the curls curled,
And satin tassels under pearl dew,
They burn like clear earrings on a beautiful girl.
And nearby, at the thawed patch, in the grass between the stones,
Runs, flows a small silver stream.
Fragrant bird cherry, hung up, stands
And the golden green in the sun burns
A brook with a rattling wave pours over all the branches
And insinuatingly sings songs to her under the steep (S. Yesenin)
(The “Song of Earthly Beauty” sounds, the children sing along.)
Runs out Hare:
How beautiful is this ball!
I just fell into a fairy tale!
I love flowers very much
I recognize them right away!
presenter:
14. Butterflies blue and yellow and white
A lot on the flower bed of the flower village
You will recognize them without prompting
These flowers... Pansies)
Pansies
Warm and sunny joyful summer
blue and white and mixed color
Whispering cheerful, bright tales
Gentle cute pansies
presenter
15. By the winding path
The sun grows on a leg
As the sun ripens
There will be a handful of grains
By the middle of summer the sun blooms
And his name is ... (Sunflower)
sunflowers:
Golden sunflower, ray petals,
I am the son of the sun and a cheerful cloud! (T. Lavrova)
presenter:
16. In a white skirt is
There is a secret about love
Can he say? Is it a blunder?
Tell me soon ... (Chamomile)
Hey Chamomile, give me an answer.
Where are you from? Not a secret?
- It's not a secret, - Chamomile answered, - I was carried by the sun in my pocket
Chamomile:
Daisies have bloomed, summer has come
Bouquets are knitted from white daisies
You go for a walk to the daisies in the field
Enjoy the summer, sing and dance!
presenter:
17. Beautiful, young, tender
Like a swan she is snow-white
And even you and I looked
A cute flower is called (Lily)
Lily-beauty everyone in the neighborhood likes
Like a tender bride, so white, pure, lovely!
Lily:
Lilies have blossomed
By its beauty
Attract all guests
Adults and children
And stand admiring themselves all by themselves
Proud and gentle like no other.
Prickly-thorn (smiling furtively):
-La la la la la la. I like my friends here!
Presenter:
Thorn-thorn, so you are not a snarky at all! Don't get angry and don't get angry! Smile for all of us!
Angry - the thorn smiles, throws off her gloomy clothes and remains in a beautiful ballroom pink dress)
Presenter:
- Look, look, guys! A miracle happened! The thorns crumbled, the rotten bark slipped, and the Angry-thorn turned into ... beautiful flower- May Rose.
18. May Rose:
For a delicate pink outfit,
For the wonderful smell, aroma,
For the joy that brings people
Everyone loves a rose for beauty!
(It is possible to dance the May Rose to the music “Song of Magic Rose"from the movie" Do not leave ")
Yes, children, kindness can work wonders. She is able to melt any ice in the heart, inspire, give strength, save. And kindness can turn even the most evil thorn into a beautiful flower. Let us always do good and overcome evil with good!
Then the flowers sang out of happiness:
And from our warmth and from our kindness
All the flowers have blossomed!
She warms everyone
Like a ray from a window!
presenter:
But I think we forgot someone? Oh yes!
19. She is the last of the flowers
Blooms until cold
Buds play with colors
Who guessed what it's called? (Chrysanthemum)
Cool breath already
Shaking the crowns of poplars,
October brought withering
For squares, parks and alleys.
But in October their poems
Reads to us autumn garden
And a branch of white chrysanthemum
Falling leaves call for a dance (V. Wanderer)
chrysanthemums bloom late autumn, with bright colors reminiscent of summer, the sun. Large and very small, white, yellow, pink, even chamomile-like - there are a huge variety of types, colors and shades of chrysanthemums. You can admire the variety of chrysanthemums in the Nikitsky Botanical Garden in Crimea, where a chrysanthemum ball is held annually from October to December!
Target: improving the artistic, singing and dancing skills of children
Tasks:
- work on speech, intonation;
- emancipation of the child;
- awakening in children the ability to dramatize.
Lesson progress
Leading: Hello children! How beautiful and funny you are today.
I'm glad we met again. The ball will help me say hello to you. We will pass it on to each other and call each other affectionately by name.
Leading: Now come on in, make yourself comfortable and see what happens next.
The girl Dashenka enters the hall with a basket in her hands. Different “flowers” (children) are sitting in the hall.
Leading. Once upon a time there was a girl Dashenka, and she loved flowers very much. Flowers are different and field and meadow.
Dashenka.
To the music, a girl dressed as a fairy comes out.
Fairy. How many beautiful flowers around. What are they called, let's remember guys. If you guess, they will come to life. There are many flowers in the world, who will be the first, children?
The leader makes riddles.
Chamomile.
Bell.
Dandelion. And everyone loves me because I look like the sun. And then you can blow on me - and the white fluffy seeds scatter in different directions.
Forget-me-not.
(Forget-me-not words)
(Forget-me-not dance)
Fairy: Guys, do you think flowers can talk? Those who love nature and flowers, they hear the voices of flowers.
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I'm walking on a green meadow They whisper: don't tear us, don't! Take care of primroses |
Scenario of the holiday "BALL OF FLOWERS"
(Voice behind the scene)
Mother Earth Cheese once lay in the darkness and cold - there was neither heat nor light anywhere. And once Yarilo (the god of the sun, spring and fertility among the ancient Slavs) said: "Let's look through the pitch darkness, is it good, is it good, will we have to think?" He pierced the layers of darkness that lay above the sleeping Earth with the flame of his gaze. The red sun immediately shone, hot waves of light poured out. The Earth woke up from hibernation and basked in its youthful beauty, like a bride on her wedding bed. Greedily drank generous Sun rays, typing to the full brim with life-giving force. Then Yarilo said, brightening with wise eyes: “Oh, you goy, Mother Earth Cheese! Love me, the god of light. For your love, I will adorn you blue seas, yellow sands, blue rivers, silver lakes, green grass-ant, scarlet, azure flowers ... "That's how flowers appeared on our Earth.
According to ancient Slavic belief, every spring Yarilo wakes up from a long winter sleep, sits on his horses - on gray clouds, whips Mother Earth Cheese with a golden rein, scorching lightning. Mother Earth wakes up from that, gets younger, paints her face with flowers and cereals, radiates with strength and health. Everything comes to life - and fields, and meadows, and groves, and dense forests. All living things on Earth rejoice!
Presenter 1: Flowers, like people, are generous with Goodness, And, generously giving tenderness to people, They bloom, warming their hearts,
How small warm
Bonfires. C. Janet
Presenter 2: Good afternoon, dear friends! How bright colors of flowers, their graceful outlines delight our eyes! There is probably nothing more perfect in nature than flowers! They are decoration, and medicines, and food, and symbols. No wonder the poet said: “Flowers are the smile of nature!”.
Presenter 1: Let us open the Flower Ball.
(The waltz of flowers from the ballet "The Nutcracker" sounds.
At this time, children dressed in flowers enter.)
Chamomile: I am a white chamomile,
Yellow in the middle
Take me with you
I will decorate your bouquet.
Forget-me-nots: Blue light droplet
In the meadow colored pattern Forget-me-not is interspersed with the sun Like a bead in a carpet.
Snowdrop: Dove, pure
Snowdrop is a flower!
And near the see-through,
Last snowball
Lilac: From white, pink to gray, the color of the clouds,
Noisy lilac in bloom alive.
She calls fragrant coolness
And he waves his terry sleeve at us.
Peony: Look at the opened peony
With crimson cast petals
And it will remind you of a magical dream, a magical dream from a fairy tale with miracles.
Violet: Violet bloomed on the sunny edge -
She gently lifted her purple ears.
She burrows in the grass, does not like to climb forward,
But everyone will bow to her and take it carefully.
(All flowers merrily spinning, leave).
Presenter 1: All our lives, flowers do not leave us. Charming heirs of nature - They come to us at dawn, At sunset, they carefully come in. They prolong our meetings, Postpone the time of parting.
Presenter 2: We must protect our souls and hearts From predatory hands, from evil and vegetation. Any thought of a lofty dream Then only overflows into jubilation, When flowers bow before it Intermediaries of living understanding.
Presenter 1: You can talk about flowers endlessly. Each of them has its own secret, its own hidden secret, its own legend.
Presenter 2: Probably, no one can tell us about this amazing, charming, delightful world of flowers in such a fascinating and interesting way as the flowers themselves. Beautiful representatives of the flora are in a hurry to welcome you. And among them the queen of all flowers is a rose.
Presenter 1: Roses are the sisters of the dawn. Their color is equivalent to the color of dawn Roses open only in the first rays of dawn, And opening marvelously, they either laugh or cry, Sadness and joy, shaking in deep satin colors.
These lines are dedicated, perhaps, to the most revered flower among all peoples - the rose. What legends are associated with the "queen of flowers"? Let's listen.
(A girl dressed as a rose enters)
Rose: There are many myths and legends about the rose,
Considered the queen of flowers
They are all from various countries come out,
But there is love in all of them.
It is believed that the flower looks like women,
What can be compared with them
And so in all these legends
There are women and roses - symbols of love.
In the country that was called Gulistan,
What does it mean - Garden of roses,
Allah himself admired this garden,
Which is all overgrown with white flowers.
The Lotus was the king of flowers at that time,
But he was lazy and liked to sleep,
Then Allah created the Rose Queen,
So that she could command flowers.
She was pure and so beautiful
The sweet-sounding Nightingale fell in love with her,
Not thinking that Rose can be dangerous
He pressed the beauty to his chest ...
He did not know that she was with thorns,
They pierced the heart of the Nightingale,
Large drops of hot scarlet blood
The color of a beautiful flower has been changed.
There is a legend in distant India,
What about the most beautiful flower says:
One day a rose, at dawn, blooming,
Revealed the sleeping Lakshmi to the world.
God Vishnu saw a beautiful girl
And she was simply amazed by her beauty.
He woke her up with a gentle kiss
And he made the girl the most beloved of wives.
There is also a legend that says
That the earth itself gave birth to a rose,
Seeing the young goddess Aphrodite,
In beauty she created a flower equal to her.
The altar of the goddess was decorated with roses,
He was snow-white from those marvelous flowers,
And the wind carries the aroma around
Through a garden that was just as full of roses.
But one day, as the legend goes,
Goddess terrible news came
That he was mortally wounded by a boar
Young Adonis hunting by the stream.
The goddess rushed to her beloved,
She ran straight through the garden
From the bitter news just distraught,
Through the prickly flowers rushed.
Thorns pierced all the legs of Aphrodite,
Blood dripped on white flowers
That's how those roses quickly turned
In blood red from girlish love.
In fact, all those legends are tragic,
To be red from a white rose,
There must have been a misfortune
Someone had to shed their blood.
The Romans have a legend about two ladies,
That one man could not be divided.
One of them is the wondrous goddess Diana,
The other lady is the nymph Rosalie.
The object of their love is not a simple man -
The insidious Eros turned the heads of the virgins.
Jealousy was seething and not without reason,
To Rosalia, he, nevertheless, favored.
Insulted, angry Diana -
Goddess nymph Eros preferred
But she must kill the thorn with thorns
The opponent is worth nothing.
A nymph was beaten to death.
A lover found a lifeless body...
From the tears shed from the eyes of a man
Blackthorn bloomed with beautiful roses.
Love and rose are forever inseparable,
It has always been that way, from time immemorial.
There are worse and better legends
But they also contain roses and love.
Greeks think. that insidious Eros
Goddess Flora sought for many days,
Skillfully told her about his love
And generously complimented her.
It's done. He expected reciprocity.
Here they would live happily,
So no! Having achieved his goal, he was disappointed
And he began to look for love on the side.
It often happens to mortals too.
As soon as a girl loves with all her heart,
Like a cavalier running away somewhere
And he is looking for meetings with a completely different person.
Goddess Flora was drawn to creativity.
From hopelessness I had to create a flower,
Through bitter tears she breathed into him
Sadness, joy, regret and delight.
She saw her work
And from love everything stirred in her,
In excitement, she called out the name of EROS,
But the letter "E" sounded softly.
Embarrassed, Flora did not repeat.
Around heard only her second syllable,
Since then, those flowers have been called roses,
Symbolizing strong love.
The legend is very ancient about the rose
Says that in the old ages
There lived a wonderful beauty Rotunda.
Men were captivated by girlish beauty.
Her heart remained unapproachable,
Like the walls of the fortress where the girl lived.
The hearts of men burned with fierce passion
And they decided to take the girl by force.
They broke down the door and broke into the room.
The Rotunda began to invoke the gods.
Diana heard a heart-rending cry,
Deciding to punish everyone severely.
Who is to blame, she did not understand,
In his own way, he resolved the issue.
Diana turned the rotunda into a rose at the same moment,
Her fans - in the sharpest thorns.
Since pagan times, the Scandinavians have considered
that blooms rose petals,
When winter retreats north
Only Loki will laugh - the God of fire and young spring.
The flower became famous among all peoples,
There is a story about him in the Talmud,
That the scarlet rose was born at night,
Where Abel's innocent blood was shed.
Christians have a different legend
The fact that the white rose was created by God himself.
Eve saw her in the Garden of Eden,
She kissed and blushed at the same moment a flower.
Whatever the origin of the rose,
What myths and legends would not be added,
She remains the queen of flowers all the same
From the time of those distant times to the present.
Presenter 2: When the ardor of autumn is swirling
Bread will turn yellow
Star of the meadows - earth aster
Hello to the heavenly stars.
Presenter 1: If you look at a star for a long time, you will notice that its star light is not the same. She radiates blue, then white, then pink, then yellow golden colors. The stars seem to be calling someone, and without waiting they fall down. Ancient people, noticing this, began to look closely at the trees, flowers, trying to recognize the star interlocutor.
- Astra! they exclaimed, which means “star” in Russian. This name has stuck.
(A girl dressed as an astra enters)
Astra: I came to Europe from China. In 1728 Father Inkerville brought my seeds to Paris and presented them to the famous French botanist Antoine Jussier. And then European botanists began to conjure over the breeding of various terry and multi-colored varieties, of which there are now more than 400.
Astra is the most ancient plant. When the royal tomb of two thousand years ago was opened near Simferopol, among the various garlands of acanthus leaves, laurel and pine cones, they saw an image of an aster. I was considered an amulet by the ancient Greeks.
Asters - the last smile of autumn, are beautiful and unpretentious, evoke various associations. Some, seeing them, rejoice; others are sad; the third think about the eternity of beauty, and the fourth shrug: winter is in the yard, and they bloom, withstanding frosts up to seven degrees.
There is a belief: if you stand among the asters at night and listen carefully, you can hear a barely perceptible whisper - this is how the asters communicate with their sisters - the stars.
Everyone knows the autumn flower - aster,
Like a wonderful star
It is multi-colored: blue, white, red,
The rays will give a sunny day.
Asters appeared, judging by the beliefs,
Of those dust particles that fell from the stars,
From distant heavens descended to earth,
They took root and succumbed to growth.
That's why they look like stars
They burn among the flower beds in autumn.
It is believed that the night is dark, late
They speak softly to the stars.
Presenter 1: The dews are cold on the lawn, The water does not stir. The lily throws a white color On the thoughtfulness of the pond. And the dull night does not know, In a misty haze, Whether the moon, or the lily Quietly splashes in the pond.
Presenter 2: I don’t know about you, but I always liked white lilies. I always associate them with tenderness, and some kind of mystery. Lily got its name from the ancient Gaulish word "li-li", which literally means "white - white".
(A girl dressed as a lily comes out)
Lilia: My first images are found on Cretan vases and frescoes, starting from 1750 BC, and then among the ancient Assyrians, Egyptians, Greeks and Romans. In Persia, during the reign of Cyrus, the lily was the main decoration of lawns, patios and reservoirs.
The ancient Greeks, attributing a divine origin to the flower, considered it a symbol of hope. In honor of the lily, young Greek women competed in running at the festivities of Flora, where the winner was certainly decorated with a wreath of white flowers. By ancient Greek mythology the snow-white lily or leyrion, as the Greeks called me, is dedicated to the goddess Hera. According to legend, the lily grew from the drops of milk that the goddess fed the baby Hercules, the future great hero.
The ancient Greeks composed legends, And, through the centuries, they reach us. Fairy tales for adults remained imperishable, And interest in them has not faded at all. I will give you a story of this era. the baby - to hide the deceit. Knowing the divinity of the marvelous baby, Quickly Minerva found out about it. She pointed out the path - such actions have always been. But she didn't say whose son the baby was. The Milky Way, of very rare beauty An unexpected meeting - lay down for centuries. , The meaning of mercy and purity.
An important place is occupied by lilies in the history of France. In the 5th century, King Clovis defeated the Germans on the banks of the Li River. The victors returned from the battlefield, decorated with lilies, and since then, three lilies have flaunted on the banners and in the coat of arms of France, personifying the three virtues - compassion, justice and mercy.
At present, I am a wonderful ornamental plant that fascinates any person. No wonder poets dedicate verse lines to me:
Ah, snow-white, tender lilies,
Where, under what rays did you ripen?
The swans brought out the white swans,
And you won’t understand where the chicks are and where the lilies are.
(leaves)
Host 2: B blue field cold shadows,
White frost in the garden at dawn
Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums,
Autumn day stands in the yard.
Presenter 1: The last flowers of the year - chrysanthemums - appear with the first frosts and therefore are cold and attractive in autumn, as the frost of the first frosts is cold and attractive.
Probably in autumn days When nature becomes poor in flowers, it is nice to receive or give someone a bouquet of chrysanthemums.
(A girl in a chrysanthemum costume comes out)
Chrysanthemum: There are more than ten thousand varieties of chrysanthemums in the world, and it is incredibly difficult to say with certainty when exactly the ancient peoples began to breed me.
I was brought to Europe from Japan in 1676, and the first country that had the good fortune to meet me was England.
According to Italian legend, chrysanthemums appeared from paper flowers with which a poor woman decorated her son's grave. When the next morning she came to the grave with new flowers, she saw that the flowers she brought the day before had sprouted and become alive. Not without reason, in the countries of the East, white chrysanthemums are a symbol of mourning, therefore, flowers can be given and presented there only on the day of remembrance or in moments of parting with dear people.
But in my homeland in Japan, I am the messenger of autumn, the symbol of the sun and the nation. A stylized image of a sixteen-petal imperial golden chrysanthemum is the basis of the state emblem, and highest award countries - the Order of Chrysanthemums. The Japanese have long celebrated the chrysanthemum festival. On this day, they sing songs, recite poems, decorate themselves with garlands of flowers. According to the old lunar calendar October is considered the month of chrysanthemums. In Japan, there is a legend about me that I want to tell you today:
A long time ago, in gray times,
In a country called China
The evil Mikado sat on the throne,
Solely reigned and ruled.
There was a rumor that there was such an island,
Where the sun rises from the bed
And there grows a golden flower,
What people called chrysanthemum.
Rumors about him filled the world,
They talked about his miraculous power,
About how to make an elixir
And stay young and beautiful for a long time.
But there is a catch - pick that flower
Could only those who were with a glorious soul,
Who is very good heart possessed.
That's what the evil Mikado came up with then.
Sent for golden chrysanthemum
He is three hundred lovely young men and girls,
But for a long time - the evil Mikado waited for a long time -
Where they disappeared is unknown.
None of them came to China.
Days flew by and years passed by
The Mikado grew old and left this world,
He did not wait for the Miracle Elixir.
And the youth reached the place,
It was so calm and beautiful there.
That they didn't want to go back.
They decided to stay forever.
Fell in love with the island with all my soul,
We found that wonderful golden flower
And the Sun of the Rising Country -
The local island was called Japan.
There, every resident honored the chrysanthemum,
As if the Sun, everyone was proud of her
And the Order of the Chrysanthemum -
the highest award of that country,
It has been preserved until today.
We in Russia also love me very much, the romance “The chrysanthemums in the garden have faded a long time ago” is dedicated to me.
(sounds of romance in performance.)
(leaves)
Presenter 2: Yes, the chrysanthemum is indeed a noble and amazing flower. But I would like to draw the attention of those present to one more autumn flower, which appearance is not like any other. This flower is called a skewer, since its stem is very similar to a sword blade, and the scarlet inflorescences of some varieties are like droplets of frozen blood. Guess what we're talking about? Of course, about the gladiolus.
(A girl in a gladiolus costume comes out)
Gladiolus: An ancient Roman legend claims that if the roots of the gladiolus are hung on the chest, like amulets, they will not only help to win the duel, but also protect in the duel.
Translated from the Latin "gladiolus" - "sword" and therefore among the Romans I was considered the flower of gladiators. The legend says:
There was a war between Thrace and Rome.
Rome, as you know, won
And the commander took many prisoners.
What will happen to them, not a single soldier knew.
There were two young men among the unfortunate,
One misfortune connected them with friendship,
Homesickness united the hearts
And took them, now forever.
The ruler of Rome was very cruel,
I found joy in bloodshed.
Trumpets blew in the Eternal City in the morning,
For people to come to the show.
That ruler promised freedom
To those who escape death today,
Killing opponents, not sparing them at all,
And in dexterity today will be the first.
Here again the trumpets blew loudly
And the audience took their seats
Rumble in the numerous stands,
Like a flock of frightened crows.
When it's your turn to fight
Those young men who became friends,
Then instead of a bloodthirsty, cruel battle,
To everyone's surprise, they suddenly embraced.
They stuck two swords into the ground
Those gladiators. Looking at it
The people from the stands shouted furiously to them,
For the slaves to fight without fail.
And the young men did not part their hands,
No matter how the angry crowd roared.
They killed them so that science was different,
So that the performance does not dare to violate.
The bodies fell into the wet arena,
But just touched the bloody ground
As on swords, stuck in this arena,
Suddenly beautiful flowers bloomed.
From the stands, like an echo, swept: "Ah!"
Everyone looked at the wonderful flowers -
The crowd called them gladioli,
Which means "SORD" in translation, believe me.
How many years have passed since the moment
Not months and years, but centuries,
But the memory of this friendship worthy,
Through time, still alive.
As a symbol of fidelity and nobility,
As a symbol of friendship, to the homeland of love,
Gladiolus is considered to be
The flower is wonderful, don't say it.
We gladioli are incredibly beautiful plants. About two hundred and fifty various kinds with the color of the corolla of the flower from white to purple - black delight the human eye all over the planet.
Under the swan's clear voice,
At the lake cape
Blooming gladiolus -
Swan sadness.
Animals retreat in fear
Don't call them to the plant
The stems are thinner than a thin sword,
In scarlet clusters, as in blood.
Presenter 1: A lily of the valley was born on a May day,
And the forest keeps it.
It seems to me: his back -
It will ring softly.
And this ringing will be heard by a beam,
Both birds and flowers
Let's listen, what if
Let's hear - me and you!
Presenter 2: Lily of the valley is a symbol of purity, tenderness and fidelity. In some tales, lilies of the valley are sprouted beads from Snow White's crumbling necklace, in others they are nothing more than sunbeams that gnomes use at night as lanterns. In England, they said that lilies of the valley grow in the forest in those places where the fabulous hero Leonard defeated the terrible dragon.
(A girl dressed as a lily of the valley comes out)
Lily of the valley: And in the villages of France remains old custom to celebrate annually on the first Sunday in May the “lily of the valley day”, which is accompanied by general fun, plentiful treats, games and dances.
There are many legends about me.
In Rus', there was a legend about this flower, associated with the names of Sadko, Lyubava, Volkhva.
There was a beautiful Volkhova
sea queen,
Fell in love with a simple young man
named Sadko.
He was tall, good-looking,
He played gloriously on the harp
And a strong voice over the water
Sounded many times in the evening.
Young Volkhova sighed
Coming from the waves to Sadko
And to the new underwater palace
She called him with her.
But for the young princess
Sadko did not go
Another girl wife
He called recently.
Favorite of the high forests,
Meadows, fields, flowers -
Lyubava - a blue-eyed maiden
I have long loved Sadko.
Went in the evening
Along the banks of the Volkhov
Tears hidden by grass
Dropped over the river.
In that place in early spring
The flower began to grow
He tenderness and beauty
He conquered all people.
He was a Volkhov from tears,
Princesses of that sea,
With pure, quivering love
Suffered from Sadko.
The great composer P. I. Tchaikovsky called lilies of the valley the king of flowers. While in Florence, the composer succumbed to the temptation and sang his favorite flower - but not in a piece of music, but in verse, little known to anyone! I cannot resist the temptation to repeat a few stanzas:
Rather, into the forest! ... I run along a familiar path
Have dreams come true, dreams come true?
Here he is! Bow to the ground, I trembling hand
I tear off the wonderful gift of the sorceress of spring.
O Lily of the valley, why do you please your eyes so much?
Others have flowers more luxurious and magnificent,
And the colors in them are brighter, and the patterns are more fun, -
But there is no charm in them mysterious yours.
(an audio recording of “Lilies of the valley” sounds (music by A. Arensky, lyrics by P. Tchaikovsky)
Presenter 1: Blue, purple cornflowers, Pinkish lilac white, Every year new ones in a new way, In the spring, timid ones sprout.
And then they fill with dawns. And I will say without concealment and honestly I: No matter how lovers of roses argue, Cornflowers are a miracle of heaven!
Presenter 2: Cornflower got its name in honor of a blue-eyed young man named Cyanus, who was struck by his beauty. The young man collected these blue flowers and weaved garlands and wreaths from them. The young man even dressed in clothes of blue color and did not leave the fields until all the flowers he loved were collected to the last. A beautiful young man was once found dead in a grain field surrounded by these flowers. Upon learning of this, the goddess Flora turned the body of the young man into a flower, and they all began to be called cyanuses, which means "blue."
(A girl in a cornflower suit comes out)
Vasilek: Good afternoon, friends! Today I want to tell you an amazing story.
Once upon a time there lived in a village a poor widow with her only son Vasil. He was a handsome and hardworking guy, and many girls looked at him. But Vasil paid no attention to any of them. From morning to night he worked in his field, and returning home, he went down to the river to wash, relax, and admire the sunset.
He did not know that a mermaid lives in that river, that every evening she looks at him, parting the leaves of water lilies. He looks and sighs softly. Ah, the mermaid whispers, if you loved me, we would live with you in the depths of the river. Look how beautiful I am, how cool and beautiful I am underwater!
When Vasil saw the mermaid, heard her words, flatly refused to leave his land, his field, did not want to even look at the beauty of the mermaid. Then, the beauty got angry, do not get you to anyone! Become a flower in your field!
A flower swayed among the rye. He was blue-blue, like Vasil's eyes, like deep water in a river! And people called that flower cornflower in memory of the disappeared young man.
And believe the fairy tale or not, but one thing is true in it: the blue cornflower grows only among the rye, and if you meet it in another place, it means that once there was a rye field here. In those countries where rye was not sown, they did not know about blue cornflower, for example, in Ancient Egypt. In general, there are more than 550 types of cornflowers! Among them there are not blue at all: they are lilac-red, and pinkish, and almost white. Here it is, a cornflower!
And among the ears of rye, Where the moths are circling, And the grasshoppers are playing, Blue cornflowers cast a friendly look.
(leaves)
Presenter 1: Ah, these first tulips!
How I love their delicate color!
Hazy pink, deceitful,
Like an early, ghostly dawn
I like to inhale the elusive, Innocently fresh scent, And the mother-of-pearl of vulnerable flowers, Rich in pure coolness.
Nature's sincere gift, Messengers of the awakened spring, Their first breath is radiant and bright, Charming, young and slender
Presenter 2: They were loved by elves in fairy tales, Swinging in corollas of flowers And painters in marvelous colors, Wrote watercolor winds
Images of tulips, They were woven for the sake of panache, On expensive and slightly cutesy, Brabant lush lace
The beauty of the tulip conquered Persia, Turkey and others Eastern countries. With him, as well as with other flowers, in the east and in Central Asia, where the tulip comes from, many legends and traditions are associated.
(A girl dressed as a tulip comes out)
Tulip: In the days of tulip mania, people created many legends about me, wrote poems and poems in my honor. Perhaps, we can say with confidence that after the rose, not a single flower has acquired such an aura of worship and admiration as a tulip, and such poetic lines have not been created about a single flower. Here, for example, is what Jacques Delisle wrote in his poem "Gardens" about this passion for tulips:
So a resident of Haarlem alone, closing the door,
Without sleep and rest, for days, like a lover,
Waiting with trepidation for the buds to open;
He guards the garden, like a padishah - a harem;
He does not want to share beauty with anyone;
Trying to ferret out rivals secrets,
Ready not to regret any price for this,
And, like a miser with his treasure, invariably, all year round,
Exquisite tulip jealously protects.
From ancient times, a legend about the very essence of this flower came to us. They said that in a golden bud yellow tulip happiness was made. No one could reach this happiness, because there was no such force that could open its bud. But one day a woman with a child was walking through the meadow. The boy escaped from his mother's arms, ran up to the flower with a sonorous laugh, and the golden bud opened. Carefree childish laughter did what no power could do. Since then, it has become customary to give tulips only to those who experience happiness. The lines of Robert Rozhdestvensky are dedicated to this legend:
Wonderful guest of distant Iran,
Favorite of sun-scorched countries,
In the gardens of Hafiz, a fiery tulip
He opened his crimson rim like a bowl.
And here is what Théophile Gautier wrote about the craze for tulips:
I am the flower of Holland, a young tulip,
And I'm so beautiful that the Flemish curmudgeon will give
For a couple of bulbs, all the splendor of the archipelago,
All Java, if my camp is fresh and proud.
There was a time when an onion could buy a carriage with a pair of horses. Flowers were paid for with gold, expensive things, herds of bulls, sheep
How beautiful he is - that fiery flower! On a long stem proud and lonely. The petals of a closed bud are beautiful. For four centuries the world has been in love with him...
(Leaves. Further musical pause)
Presenter 1: Yes, you can talk about flowers endlessly. Unfortunately, today we cannot tell about all the beautiful plants, without which we cannot imagine our life.
Presenter 2: Flowers are the warmest and most gentle gift. Flowers are a declaration of love. Flowers are the smile of nature
Host 1: I'm ready to argue with the whole world,
I'm ready to swear on my head
That there are eyes in all colors,
And they look at you and me
Presenter 2: In the hour of our thoughts and worries,
In the bitter hour of trouble and failure
I saw: flowers, how people cry
And the dew is dropped on the sand.
Presenter 1: Who does not believe, I call everyone to the garden -
You see, blinking barely,
Looking at people with confidence
All flowers are like children in a cradle.
Presenter 2: Flowers give us a lot of pleasure. Treat them with care, let them always delight our eyes.
Host 1: Thank you to everyone who participated in this holiday. Thank you for coming to the party. We hope that you will carry a drop of warmth to flowers in your heart.
Music sounds. Everyone gets up and says goodbye and leaves.
