Material (junior group) on the topic: Scenario of summer entertainment “Ball of Flowers. Scenario "Ball of beautiful flowers
Scenario of the holiday "Ball of Flowers" in the summer school camp.
This event is held at a summer camp. Throughout the program, children collect points in the piggy bank of the squad, the best squad at the end of the stream is awarded prizes.
(It is held in the form of a game - a competition. Several teams participate.)
Event goals:
- expand children's ideas about the world around them;
- cultivate love for nature;
- develop creative potential each child;
- develop speech activity, memory;
- create a festive mood for children.
Design: the hall is designed at the discretion of the head. It can be posters, crafts, flower garlands, etc. Teacher:
Good afternoon, dear guys!
Our holiday is dedicated to flowers - beautiful creations of nature. Who among us has not looked into Blue eyes forget-me-not, with trepidation, did not touch the flaming cheeks of tulips, who did not admire the golden and radiant sun of chamomile, did not stop in amazement before the nobility of the rose?
Today we will talk about flowers, sung by poets, musicians, artists. Let the holiday be a source of goodness and good mood for you.
(Homework (given 2 days in advance): cook fancy dresses flowers and their "protection" - poems about flowers, which is each of the participants. Teams take turns performing several lines from songs that mention the names of colors. (Assessed musical ability, the cohesion of the players, their fun and enthusiasm.) (teams take turns reading the beginning of the Russian folk proverbs and you need to finish them right)
1. A scarlet flower ... (strikes the peephole).
2. Where is the flower, ... (there is honey).
3. Each flower ... (their smells).
4. A smart bee does not collect honey ... (from fallen flowers).
5. It is easy to look at flowers ... (it is difficult to embroider them).
6. A fruit tree is recognized ... (by flowers).
7. Leave wild flowers ... (in the fields).
8. March with water, April with grass, May ... (with flowers).
9. Spring is rich in flowers, and autumn ... (in sheaves).
10. There would be color, but ... (there will be berries). The teams are offered music and ten minutes to come up with and dance a dance to it. (the synchronism of the dance of each team, the variety of dance movements, their expressiveness are evaluated)
5. Competition "In the land of fairy tales and wonders."
Teams must remember and write on a piece of paper fairy tales that talk about any colors. Whoever writes more fairy tales won. Riddles are written on the petals of a daisy glued from paper. Teams take turns tearing off a petal, reading a riddle and guessing it.
1. White peas on a green leg. (Lily of the valley)
2. The ball grew white, the wind blew - the ball flew away. (Dandelion)
3. The face is odorous, the tail is prickly. (Rose)
4. From - under the snow it blooms, it meets spring before everyone else. (Snowdrop)
5. Hey bell, blue color! With the tongue, but no ringing! (Bell)
6. White lamps hang on large poles in a row. (Lily of the valley)
7. Water lilies and saucers do not sink, do not beat. (Water lilies)
8. White basket, golden bottom. (Chamomile)
9. The girl holds a cloud on a stem in her hand. (Dandelion)
10. A blue flower was found near snow-covered bumps. (Snowdrop)
11. Grew up in the field angry and prickly,
Needles in all directions. (Burdock.)
12. Evil, like a she-wolf,
Burns like mustard.
Hey, don't touch me!
I'll burn without fire.
What is this wonder?
This is .... (Nettle.) The teams need to guess which flower the legend is about. (teams confer and one answer is accepted) “Artists” are shown a drawing of a flower. Then the artists eyes closed draw, and team members must guess what kind of flower is drawn. Whoever guesses faster will win.
Let's sum up. The best team is awarded with points to the piggy bank of the squad.
It's time to choose the king and queen of the prom. (by voting, the king and queen are selected. They bring their teams extra points)
Color disco.
Scenario summer fun"Ball of Flowers"
Educators: Polyakova A.A., Nozdrina I.G. Purpose. instill love for native nature, flowers, express a sense of beauty through creativity (poetry, songs, dances, applique) and develop the tasks of environmental education:
Tasks:1. To develop environmental knowledge, culture and attitude towards nature in children.
2. To cultivate an emotional positive and humane attitude towards nature.
3. To form ecological knowledge in children, and a culture of attitudes towards nature.
4. Develop artistic ability and aesthetic feelings, the ability to notice the beautiful, to admire and admire the objects of nature, to protect and, if possible, increase the wealth of native nature.
Material: flower masks, hoops of different colors, white paper daisy petals, paper flowers of different colors, 2 easels, flower blanks for application, glue, flash drive with songs about flowers.
Entertainment progress.
Entertainment takes place on site kindergarten. It is decorated with flowers and balls.
Children in hats of flowers to the music are seated on the playground of the kindergarten.
Presenter: So the summer time has come, kids!
Look here and there different flowers bloom!
The sun gently nods, warm weather,
Nature gives us the best gifts!
The song "The earth smells of the sun" sounds.
Leading: There are many merry holidays
In the world and in our country,
There is a teacher's day, a miner's day,
There is even a holiday - Earth Day ...
Why not arrange
Do we have a new holiday - the Ball of Flowers?
Flowers for both adults and children
I am ready to give my love.
1st child: Today we have a Ball of Flowers,
Ball of colors and fun
Ball of colorful petals
Color mood.
2nd child: With pleasure we want
We are all flowers here to call.
Let them have a wonderful view
The earth will be decorated.
3rd child: Field, meadow
And garden flowers
We invite you to come
Don't begrudge beauty!
Leading: The holiday begins, our ball opens. Guess the first guest.
He, the bell, is blue,
With a tongue, but no ringing.
The blue bell hangs
He never calls. (bells)
The first guest of our ball is the Bell flower.
A child comes out dressed as a bell.
Bell: Invitation heard
And as soon as the sun came up
Rang over our meadow
My cheerful voice.
Host: blue bell,
Happy to meet you.
And now, let's play with a bell, a little blue flower.
Physical education with a bell.
Flowers grew in the field.
It's good to grow free! (Sipping - arms to the sides)
Everyone is trying
Reaching for the sky, for the sun. (pulling arms up)
Here is a cheerful wind blowing,
The branches immediately swayed, (Children wave their hands)
Even thick stems
Leaned down to the ground. (forward bends)
Right-left, back-forward -
So the wind bends the flowers. (Tilts right-left, forward-backward)
He turns them, he turns them.
But when will the rest be? (body rotation)
The wind died down. The moon has risen.
There was silence. (Children sit at tables)
Presenter: Bell, take your place in the hall, and we will continue to meet the guests.
It is called the yellow-eyed flower.
They plucked a flower - they guess with petals,
And to truly become happy,
It is not necessary, believe me, to pick flowers. (Chamomile)
The next guest of our ball is a yellow-eyed daisy.
A girl dressed as a daisy enters.
Chamomile: I am a field chamomile
All the kids know about me.
At chamomile, white bird
The sun hides in a pocket.
Petals were cut off from my girlfriends daisies, can you help to collect them?
Leading: Of course, we will help, really, guys.
Game collect daisies. (Children of the older group are divided into two teams, and stand at the start, there are two yellow hoops at the finish line, these are the middle ones, you need to lay out the petals. At the start there are white paper petals, the child takes the petal, runs around the signal marks, puts the petal and returns to the start, passes the baton next child. The team that finishes picking the flower first wins. Chamomile: Thanks a lot guys, you are great.
Leading: Daisy take your place in the hall, and we will continue to meet the guests.
She is capricious and gentle,
Needed for any holiday.
Can be white, yellow, red,
But it is always beautiful! (Rose).
A girl dressed as a rose comes out.
Rose: Rose is a symbol of perfection,
Wisdom and purity.
Her supremacy is recognized
In the midst of a flower riot.
I came not alone, but with my girlfriends, only the flowers need to be planted in flower beds, can you help me?
Host: Of course, we will help, our children are very fond of nature and will definitely help.
Game "Flowerbed". (Hoops of different colors are laid out on the site, the children of the middle group have flowers of different colors, at a signal, the children should stand in a hoop of the same color, like the flower in his hand).
Rosa: Well done guys, we got wonderful flower beds. Will you let us stay for the holiday?
Leading: While we are waiting for the next guest of the ball, let's see how to behave with flowers.
Scene "Do not pick flowers!"
Boys: 1. I want to pick all the flowers in our bouquets at once!
2. We will not leave anything, tear everything to one!
Leading: - Well, friends, this is too much, what are you doing, boy?
You see, the flower is a little alive, does not shake its head.
What strange things the guys did:
Tearing flowers all in a row.
If I pick a flower, if you pick a flower
If we pick flowers, there will be no beauty!
Let all people admire the flowers among the fields,
Flowers have their own job - just to please people! (takes away the flowers).
Boys: 1. Well, of course, we are to blame, we guys are to blame.
2. We will not offend the flowers, let them bloom for the joy of people!
Host: Did you guys remember what you can’t do with flowers and why?
Who else is coming to visit us?
Their head is on a leg
They have peas in their heads
Blooming scarlet,
The steppes are brightly decorated. (Poppy).
A child comes out dressed as a poppy.
Poppy: Proud MAK blossomed in the valley
Scarlet drop on the plain
The petals are caressed by the wind...
What is more beautiful in the world?
I didn’t come to visit you alone, my friends are with me, but the trouble is, the wind swooped in and scattered all the flowers, help me pick them up.
Moderator: Of course we will.
Game "Collect flowers". (Children of the younger group collect flowers scattered around the site).
Leading: The main guests of our ball have gathered (all the flowers in costumes go to the middle of the site). For us to start dancing main flower, should say “the ball is open”, and who is our main flower. Flowers start arguing, "I'm in charge", "I'm in charge."
Presenter: Guys, how can we measure the flowers, and let's make up beautiful bouquet from flowers.
Relay "Make a bouquet." (Children of the preparatory group for school are divided into two teams and, in turn, from flower blanks, make an application for a bouquet of flowers on easels).
Host: Dear guests, do you like the bouquets, really, they are very beautiful. And you can open the ball all together.
All flowers together: The ball is open.
"Flowers" dance "Misnet".
Leading: Our ball continues and everyone is invited to dance.
The holiday ends with dancing to cheerful music.
Leading: So ours has come to an end wonderful holiday, say goodbye to flowers and wait for their guests next year.
The hour of parting has come
Alas, the bright ball is over!
Let's take care of the flowers!
Goodbye, see you again!
Holiday script "BALL OF FLOWERS"
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 are like people
Good generous
And, generous tenderness
Giving people
They bloom, hearts
warming up
How small warm
Bonfires.
C. Janet
Host 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 daisy
In the middle yellow,
Take me with you
I will decorate your bouquet.
Forget-me-nots: blue light drop
In a meadow colored pattern
Forget-me-not is interspersed with the sun
Like a bead in a carpet.
Snowdrop: Pigeon, clean
Snowdrop is a flower!
And near the see-through,
The last snow...
Lilac: From white, pink to gray, the color of the cloud,
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 he will remind you of a magical dream,
A magical dream from a fairy tale with miracles.
Violet: On the sunny edge of the violet blossomed -
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: Throughout life, flowers do not leave us.
Beautiful heirs of nature -
They come to us at dawn,
At sunset, they carefully come in.
They extend the time of meetings for us,
Postpone the breakup.
Host 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 the flowers bow before her
Mediators of living understanding.
Presenter 1: You can talk about flowers endlessly. Each of them has its own secret, its own innermost secret, its own legend...
Host 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 up 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.
Lakshmi proclaimed the Goddess of Beauty
And rose petals shower all lovers
At weddings in India and today.
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 captivated 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.
(leaves)
Host 2: When the ardor of autumn 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 color A. 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.
Aster! they exclaimed, which means “star” in Russian. This name has stuck.
(A girl dressed as an astra enters)
Aster: 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,
Looks like 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: On the lawn the dew is cold,
The water doesn't budge.
Lily throws white color
To the thoughtfulness of the pond.
And he does not know the dull night,
In the foggy haze
Either a month, or a lily
Quietly splashing in the pond.
Host 2: I don't know about you, but I've 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)
Lily: My first images are found on Cretan vases and frescoes 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 wrote 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 the story of this era.
The boy was born to the queen of Theban.
But, fearing the jealous Hera,
The mother of the baby hid - to hide the deception.
Knowing the divinity of the marvelous baby,
Minerva quickly found out about that.
She showed the way - such actions
There have always been. Everything is so useless!
But she did not say whose son the baby was.
Hera tried to feed him.
But, fearing what a catch,
He pushed away - the thread broke immediately -
The one that would connect the nurse with the baby.
Splashes into the sky - a stream of milk.
And, the Milky Way, beauty is very rare
Unexpected meetings - lay down for centuries.
A few drops fell to the ground.
Right there, they sprouted sprouts.
Lilies marvelous gentle drop
The color is snow-white revealed in the distance.
And, since then, adorns the neighborhood
A symbol of innocence and beauty.
Their gentle smell inspires all fidelity,
The meaning of mercy and purity.
important place 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: IN 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, just as the hoarfrost 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: More than ten thousand varieties of chrysanthemums exist in the world, and it is incredibly difficult to say with certainty when exactly the ancient peoples began to engage in my breeding.
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, there you can give and present flowers 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:
Long 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 a romance performed by…….)
(leaves)
Host 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 agility 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.
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,
Birds and flowers...
Let's listen, what if
Let's hear - me and you!
Host 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,
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 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: Cornflowers - blue, purple,
Pinkish - lilac - white,
Every year in a new way new,
In the spring, timid ones sprout.
And then they fill with dawns.
And I will say without concealment and honestly I:
No matter how rose lovers argue,
Cornflowers are a miracle of heaven!
Host 2: Cornflower got its name in honor of a blue-eyed youth named Cyanus, who was struck by its 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)
Cornflower: Good afternoon friends! Today I want to tell you an amazing story.
There once 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, 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 fell in love with 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, cornflowers - more than 550 species! Among them there are not blue at all: they are lilac-red, and pinkish, and almost white ... Here it is, a cornflower flower!
And among the ears of rye,
Where the moths circle
Yes, the grasshoppers are playing
They throw a friendly look
Blue cornflowers.
(leaves)
Presenter 1: Ah, those first tulips!
How I love them soft color!
Hazy pink, deceitful,
Like an early, ghostly dawn...
I love to inhale the elusive
Innocent fresh scent
And mother-of-pearl of vulnerable flowers,
Cool clean rich ...
Nature's sincere gift,
Messengers of awakened spring,
Their first breath is radiant and bright,
Pretty, young and slender ...
Host 2: They were loved by elves in fairy tales,
Swinging in the corollas of flowers ...
And painters in marvelous colors,
Wrote watercolor winds ...
tulip pictures,
They were woven for panache,
On expensive and a little 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: During the time 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 children's 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...
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.
Host 2: Flowers are the warmest and gentle gift. Flowers are a declaration of love. Flowers are the smile of nature...
Presenter 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
Host 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.
Host 2: Flowers give us a lot of pleasure. Treat them with care, let them always delight our eyes.
Presenter 1: Thanks to everyone who participated in this celebration. 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.
Scenario of the holiday "Ball of Flowers"
Tarasenko Victoria Vladimirovna, teacher-defectologist
GBU RH "Sayanogorsk" rehabilitation center for children "R. Khakassia, Sayanogorsk.
Description: This material can be used to carry out extracurricular activities. It will be useful for teachers working with children of both correctional and secondary schools, teachers-organizers, educators working with children of senior preschool, junior, secondary, school age.
Target: Organization of fun cognitive leisure for children of senior preschool, primary and secondary school age.
Tasks:
1. Expand children's knowledge of flowers, their cultivation and meaning.
2. Contribute to the development of aesthetic feelings, education in children of love and respect for nature, creativity.
3. Develop in children logical thinking, memory, attention.
Scenario of the holiday "Ball of Flowers"
Host and Flower Fairy: (enter the hall, holding a flower - a seven-flower and, tearing off a petal, says):- Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground
Let our holiday begin!
Leading: Guys! Today we invited you to the Ball of Flowers and we will tell you a lot of new and interesting things about them.
Flowers are an amazing and beautiful creation of nature. You see a lot of them all around you. They are varied in color, shape and smell. But whatever they are, they adorn our planet. Indeed, it is difficult to imagine our life without flowers. Even in winter, when it’s cold and cold outside, indoor flowers grow on the window in people’s houses, and in summer they are apparently invisible around. Like a rainbow descends to the ground and covers the meadows and fields, clearings in the forest with a multi-colored carpet, flowers and water lilies bloom even on the water. There are many of them in flower beds, in parks, in gardens.
Flowers in the human world have become a symbol of beauty. They are admired and sung by poets, artists, musicians. We decorate our houses, clothes with flowers, give each other as a sign of love, gratitude, respect.
Leading: Flowers can tell about the culture and history of many countries. Among the ancient Slavs, during the festivities, the girls wondered about their fate, dropping wreaths and flowers into the water. Flowers can also be seen in the state symbols of countries - on the emblems of Colombia, Panama, Canada, Pakistan, Sweden, France, Florence. For example: the lily is a symbol of France, the coat of arms depicts 3 crossed lilies, which symbolize mercy, justice and compassion. In Japan, the chrysanthemum is considered a sacred flower. She is depicted on the national flag and coins.
Fairy: Flower festivals are held in many countries. And Holland is called the land of flowers. In this country there is a famous Keikenkof flower park. A huge territory, 32 hectares, is occupied by entire fields of tulips, gladioli, daffodils, roses. They say that if the country of the elves where Thumbelina met the prince existed in reality, it would be Holland.
(Slide show of the Keikenkof park).
Leading: Do you know that flowers can talk? She herself heard their babble, they speak softly, gently, they probably tell their stories to each other. Each flower has its own story, its own legend. Now the guys will tell us stories about flowers. Let's listen to them.
Legend of Forget-Me-Not
forget-me-not: "Once the goddess Flora descended to earth to give names to flowers, but little flower I didn't see it in the mix. Suddenly she heard a thin voice: “You forgot. Me, Flora, please give me a name.” The goddess called this flower forget-me-not, and endowed it with miraculous power - to return memory to people who begin to forget their loved ones or their homeland.
No wonder they called me forget-me-not. I will remind myself everywhere. If you see the blue sky - remember me, go to the blue lake - remember again, and blue eyes will remind you of me - forget-me-not.
We grow in gardens, parks, balconies, near a river, a pond. We are small in stature, and we have drip flowers, there is no pleasant smell. But no one will ever forget us anyway.”
The legend of the tulip
Tulip:“The tulip came to us from Persia. It is believed that the name of the proud flower comes from Turkish word"Dulbash" - a turban, which denotes an oriental headdress, shaped like a flower. The legend about the tulip says that it was in the bud of the yellow tulip that happiness was concluded.
That is why the Turkish sultans, wanting to get happiness, grew carpets of fresh flowers in their gardens. Poets composed poems and songs in honor of tulips, in the hope that the flower would open its petals to them and give them the secret of happiness:
Young and beautiful girls tulips were watered every evening from the purest sources. They brought water in clay jugs from open streams and reservoirs. They loosened the earth, dreaming of getting their own happiness. But no one opened the bud.
And then one day, he took a flower in his hands a little boy and the tulip opened itself. A child's soul, carefree joy and laughter opened the bud."
The Legend of Chamomile
Chamomile: “Here I am, camomile. Isn't it true, I'm like the sun. You can see me wherever there is sun, an open meadow. I am connected with Russia forever. Chamomile is considered a primordially Russian plant, although its homeland is America. The name was borrowed from abroad, then I turned from “navel”, as they called me in Rus', into “Romanov grass”. At the end of the 18th century, the Russian agronomist Bolotov called me camomile.
Not all of my secrets have been revealed yet. One of the legends says: In ancient times, we served as umbrellas for the dwarves. And there is also a folk legend that says that I, a chamomile, grow up where a star falls from the sky.
Fairy: And now guys, let's play the game "Collect a bouquet"
What flower did Thumbelina come from? (tulip flower of happiness).
What flowers did Kai and Gerda grow? (Roses)
What flower in translation into Russian means "Star"? (Astra is the birthplace of China).
What flowers are the main symbol of the holiday on March 8? (mimosa and tulips).
Who is engaged in the preparation of various bouquets and flower arrangements? (florist).
Remember the songs where the names of flowers or flowering trees are mentioned? (white roses, lilies of the valley, a bouquet of lilacs, a golden tea rose).
What flowers are usually given on the first of September? (gladiolus).
Do you remember the names of wild flowers? (cornflower, chamomile).
What flowers did the heroine of the tale "Twelve Months" have to find? (snowdrops).
What flower do girls use for divination for love? (chamomile).
presenter: Songs, poems are composed about flowers. Flowers adorn our lives, we admire their beauty. Our flower bed has a variety of flowers. (Children stand up one at a time, name flowers and read poems about them).
"Cornflower"
B. Rye is earing in the field,
There, in the rye, you will find a flower:
Bright blue and fluffy
Just a shame it's not fragrant.
"Dandelion"
The sun dropped a golden ray,
The first young dandelion has grown.
It has a wonderful golden color.
From the big sun a small portrait.
"Chamomile"
Elegant dresses, yellow brooches,
There is not a spot on the beautiful clothes.
These daisies are so funny.
Here, they will play like children, in tags.
"Snowdrop"
Snowdrop peeked out
In the semi-darkness of the forest.
little scout,
sent in the spring.
"Bell"
Bell! Bell!
Is it really you!
So you ring and so you tremble
Where there are herbs and flowers.
Fairy: You can talk about flowers endlessly. Flowers are music, they are legends, they are poems. Without flowers, our life would be boring. Be sensitive, kind to flowers.
For you guys, now is our dance with my friends - flowers. And you guys, waltz with you.
Purpose: to educate careful attitude, love for native nature, development of observation and interest in the world around.
Form: collective creative work with elements of a quiz and dramatization.
Hall decoration: bouquets of flowers, drawings of students, photo exhibition “Me and the flowers grown by me”
Holiday progress:
Take care of the flowers! They are needed.
They are like tenderness
Like love, like children.
Stronger than evil, stronger than anything in the world,
Stronger than death and stronger than war.
Flowers, like people, are generous with kindness.
And, generously giving tenderness to people,
They bloom, warming hearts,
Like little warm fires.
I praise those who have grown flowers.
I am grateful to people who
Good hearts and pure thoughts.
Stage 1: "Flowers are our friends."
Leading “Queen Rose”: (enters the hall, holding a flower - a seven-flower and, tearing off 1 petal, says):
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground
Let our holiday begin!
Hello dear friends, dear guests! Today we invited you to our Kingdom - to the Ball of Flowers. Today we tell you: admire flowers, make bouquets, inhale the aroma of flowers, strengthen your health and well-being, but do not forget that flowers are our friends. So, meet my subjects and your faithful friends!
Dunya S.: We make bouquets of flowers,
picking flower after flower,
And fragrant bright summer
Comes with us to our house.
Kesha S.: You are proud of the beauty of the outfit,
Filled with sunshine,
Our guests from the school garden,
Our parks and squares are flowers.
Vasya S.: In September you will go to school through the streets
First-graders are decorously carrying,
New settlers put in vases on the table,
As a gift to friends they cherish.
Lyuba R.: We have long considered you friends,
Children of our gardens and fields.
Every day we water you
We protect you from the cold.
All: We will look after you,
So that you grow more magnificent in the flower beds.
Presenter: We consider flowers to be our friends, so let's spin around with them in a fun dance.
Dance “Sir simehtere-decoration of the earth”.(( girls grades 1-2)
Presenter: The dearest person for all is Mom. What to give her? What can make her happy? Well, of course, we give flowers for the most beautiful and dearest.
Song " Mom's holiday” ( Kolya, Alyosha, Rostik, Stasik, Petya)
Game with the audience “Guess the melody”
Stage 2 "Flowers - healers."
There is a flower bed on the stage (children go out and sit down)
Presenter: Songs, poems are composed about flowers. Flowers adorn our lives, we admire their beauty. It turns out that flowers bring very great benefits to people. Medicinal flowers grow in our flower bed. (children stand up one by one and call the flowers).
“Cornflower" - Vova B. Ears rye in the field,
There, in the rye, you will find a flower:
Bright blue and fluffy
Just a shame it's not fragrant.
“Dandelion” - Olya B. The sun dropped a golden ray,
The first young dandelion has grown.
It has a wonderful golden color.
From the big sun a small portrait.
"Chamomile" - Tina S. Elegant dresses, yellow brooches,
There is not a spot on the beautiful clothes.
These daisies are so funny.
Here, they will play like children, in tags.
“Snowdrop” - Dasha S. A snowdrop looked out
In the semi-darkness of the forest.
little scout,
sent in the spring.
"Bell" - Vova S. Bell! Bell!
Is it really you!
So you ring and so you tremble
Where there are herbs and flowers.
“Lily of the Valley” - Sahaya A. Let their outfit be dim
But the fragrance is so gentle
They have spring charm
Like a song without words.
lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley,
Happy May hello.
lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley,
White bouquet.
Dance and song “Nyurguhunnar-Snowdrops”
(M. Dasha and M. Pavlik - sing, Asya, Sasha, Tolya, Kolya - dance)
Game with spectators. "Advice, Riddles".
Stage 3: "Legends about flowers."
Presenter: There are a great many flowers in the world. Each flower has its own unique aroma, its own special outlines, its own set of colors. And each of them has its own history and secrets. Let's listen to the legends about the unearthly origin of flowers, about the magical transformations of fabulous creatures into graceful plants.
1. Aisen D.: In ancient mythology, Hyacinth was the name of Apollo's favorite. He died in a tragic accident during a discus throwing competition. At the site of the death of a beautiful young man, a fragrant scarlet flower, hyacinth, grew from drops of his blood.
2. Pavlik M. “The Legend of Narcissus”.
3. Vova B. "The legend of the cornflower".
4. Sahaya A. “The legend of the lily of the valley”.
5. Sasha S. "Legend of the Lily".
Game with the audience "Collect a bouquet."
Answers on questions:
- What flower did Thumbelina come from? (tulip flower of happiness)
- What flowers did Kai and Gerda grow? (Roses)
- What flower in translation into Russian means "Star"? (Astra is the birthplace of China).
- Favorite flower of the German poet Goethe? (Violet).
- What flowers are most often given to women on March 8?
- What flowers did Valery Chkalov take with him to the cockpit of the plane when he flew over the North Pole to America? (cornflowers).
- Which of the bloodiest wars in English history is named after flowers? (War of the White and Scarlet Roses - 30 years)
- Which flower is called the queen of queens?
Scene (a fairy tale about an old woman who found a flower in a meadow, which turned into a beautiful girl of indescribable beauty and the adventures of this girl ... - in the Yakut language)
Vedas: Bylyyr-bylyr, do5ottoor, olorbuta uhu diiller 5bies ynakhtaah Beyberikeen emehsin. Arai biirde saiyn Beyberikeen emehsin bies yna5yn homuyan, sarsyarda dieleen ihen, sailygyn sa5atyttan sardaana sibekkini bulan, waren, or itiger bigii tutan diietiger kiirbite:
(sardaanatyn taptyyr, imeriyer)
Beyberikeen: Siedereykeen beyeleeh,
Sardaanalyyr sibekkim,
Buobeideemmin namchilaan,
Soruun uunan ahatan,
Kyyhym kurduk sanaammyn
Sytyarda5ym buoluohtun.
Sardaanatyn sytyarar, bylaatyn konnoruner, ya5ayatyn ylar, takhyrdya takhsar.
Vedas: Beyberikeen emehsin
Ynakhtaryn yan ihen
Inne-suutuk kybyr5an
Ihilleetin, omuren,
Wutong to5o tuheren
Oyon thuraat tieteien
Dietin dieki tabiner
Bayberikeen teleerer.
Aray bala5anyn ihiger koton tuspute segerdeer, kyys o5o sardaana sibekkini tupputunan utary turan keler.
Sibekkitin buobeideen
Oronugar urbuta
Araliyar syrdyktyk
Subu baardyy ile tykpyt
Naryn - namchy beileeh
Kere kyyschaan buolbuta
Eriekkehe birditten
Et sure5e eppeien,
Yoruututten - gyoluttan
Unkuuluurduu dugunan\
Bayberikeen barakhsan
Bayberie warbute.
Tyas tyahyyr, tyal ihiirer. Abaahy kyyha kiirer, sardaanans kharbaan ylar, sohon ilde barar.
Beyberikeen: Aay - aayykpyn, yy - yyyykpyn,
Kun siriger korbut kundu komuhum,
Sardaana kyschaanym, khanna5yny, khanna5yny?
Unkuu "Sardaana - Lily".
Stage 4: “Let's protect the biosphere”.
Music sounds, Petya S. and Sasha S. go on stage.
Petya: - Now, dear friends, ....
Sasha: - Stop, stop, stop!!!
Petya: - Why are you stopping me?
Sasha: - No, I'm not stopping. This is the name of our theatre: Satirical Theater of Nature Protection.
Petya: - STOP - thieves!
STOP - poachers!
To all who are nature
Spending without measure!
Sasha: - STOP - negligent!
STOP - bureaucrats!
Our duty to her
Has grown a hundredfold!
Song "Stork on the roof" - Dasha M.
"Chunga-changa".
Postman Pechkin - Kostya Zh.
Kostya: - Telegram! Telegram!
Petya: - To whom?
Kostya: - To the Society for the Protection of Nature.
Petya: - From whom?
Kostya: - From our flower friends.
Petya: - And what do they have?
Kostya: They trample and tear us. Many of us are listed in the Red Book of Yakutia. For example, …
The poem is read by Katyusha S.
Game with spectators
Dance: "Waltz of the Flowers".
ending
Boys: Protect this Earth
From the hands of the bureaucrats!
Let's not mock
Above nature dear!
Girls: May there always be groves,
May there always be birds
Let there be animals in the taiga
And the house has flowers!
