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MONUMENT TO THE WHITE GOSE

LESSON ON THE STORY OF EVGENY NOSOV "WHITE GOUS"

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Evgeny Nosov's story "The White Goose" has a strong emotional impact. At first it brings a smile, infects the author with a joyful attitude, and we are happy to observe the character and habits of the White Goose - the main character of the work; then, unexpectedly, along with a terrible element, anxiety for all living things that was in its power enters the heart, and then the soul is filled with sadness and a cleansing light arising from admiration for the father's feat of a mighty selfless bird. If a bird is capable of such self-sacrifice, then what should be the crown of creation - a man? .. And you think about it, reading "The White Goose".

Small in volume, the story strikes with the depth of thought, the sharpness of the syllable, the expressiveness of the artistic means with which the image of the White Goose is created. The word in the story is so convex and capacious that it does not require any further analysis for its analysis. additional funds that enhance the emotional impact or stimulate the mental activity of students.

The main character works - a goose - a bird, familiar to children, but the writer gives us the opportunity to see the unusual and high in the familiar and ordinary.

We will introduce students to the story with a short introductory conversation.

What do you know about geese? What is the nature of these birds?

Children call them important and proud, they know the aggressive nature of these domestic birds, many had to flee from them, and some tried their painful pinches.

Do you know of works with geese?

Children recall the ancient legend “How the Geese Saved Rome”, folk tales “Geese-Swans”, “Ivasik-Telesik”, a song about two cheerful geese, Selma Lagerlef's story-tale “The Wonderful Journey of Niels with Wild Geese”.

What are the geese like?

Geese appear before us vigilant, cautious, wise, sometimes aggressive, dangerous, and sometimes cheerful and perky.

It turns out that geese are quite popular characters in literary works. And today we will get acquainted with another work written by Yevgeny Nosov - the story "The White Goose".

The writer was born in the village, his childhood passed among river creeks, meadows, fields and oak groves. He spent a lot of time in the forest and on the river, learned to see and hear nature, penetrated its secrets and secrets, memorized the names of herbs and trees ... Love for all living things is invariably felt in all his works: in paintings (Nosov was also artist), and in stories and stories. In "White Goose" the writer described what he saw once on a fishing trip.

The story is then read aloud. Since there are quite a few words in it that are unfamiliar to fifth-graders (kuliga, privada, ples, armada, wake formation, cockade), we will write their meanings on the blackboard in advance and pay attention to them while reading.

After reading, ask the students:

Did you like the story? Why? How did it make you feel and why?

Children really like Nosov's story for its fullness of life: it contains both humor and sadness, the funny alternates with the dramatic, the pictures of nature are bright and juicy, especially the description of the elements; the image of the main character - the White Goose - is convincing and expressive. The author also attracts with his charm - a kind and wise man who lives in harmony with the world of nature, not raising himself above it, but feeling like a part of it ... The story awakens good feelings in fifth graders: they pity the goose and the dead goslings, with excitement and with admiration they reflect on the feat of the White Goose, rejoice that his children survived and see a large world sparkling with all colors.

Who is in the center of the author's attention? (The white goose is "the most important bird in the whole band.")

Why does Nosov write the words "White Goose" with a capital letter - after all, this is not a proper name?

Probably out of respect for the bird, which stands out from the rest both in appearance and habits.

How does the story highlight the exclusivity of the White Goose?

Its plumage is always dazzling white, because the goose walks masterly even on the mud itself: “Before rearranging its paw, the goose raised it to a snow-white tunic, collected its membranes, just as a fan is folded, and, holding it this way for a while, slowly lowered its paw into the mud ... So he managed to pass along the most uncluttered road, without soiling a single feather. " Goose "never ran." "He always held his long neck high and motionless, as if he were carrying a glass of water on his head." From the flapping of his "one and a half meter wings", ripples ran through the water "and the coastal reeds rustled", and from cackling - "in the meadows of milkmaids thinly

the milk boxes rang thinly. The best geese of the village were staring at the White Goose. Everywhere and everywhere he behaved like a master:

“He undividedly owned the shallows, which had no equal in the abundance of mud, duckweed, shells and tadpoles. The cleanest, sun-baked beaches are his. The most succulent parts of the meadow are his too ”. “With the consciousness of its power,” the goose treated a man as well, chasing him out of the reach, eating worms from his jar and dragging away kukans with fish.

The goose fights with a man for the possession of a reach, and when a man places his fishing rods there, the White Goose "leads its entire goose armada in a wake formation straight onto the fishing rods, and even lingers and bangs the float that comes up." He fights with a neighboring flock, and after them "torn feathers float along the river for a long time." The goose "with a threatening hiss" attacks the man and his bicycle, fights with its owner Stepka, chases the calf, "plucking pieces of red wool from the thighs," and the big calf is afraid of him.

The writer is ready to confer the title of admiral on the White Goose, because "everything he had was admiral's: bearing, and gait, and the tone in which he talked with other village geese." Its dazzling plumage reminds the author of an admiral's "snow-white tunic", and a huge bright orange-colored "beak with some kind of bump or horn on the nose" - a cockade on a naval cap. Nosov speaks of the admiral's rank, since the goose is a waterfowl, and his white "jacket" is like the ceremonial uniform of the supreme commander of the navy. Therefore, it is easy to correlate military vocabulary with this character.

Tell, with what episodes from the life of the White Goose the words "maneuvers", "attack", "defense" can be associated. Why?

Maneuvers are the movement of troops (or fleets) in a theater of operations in order to strike an enemy. The actions of the White Goose in relation to humans can be compared with maneuvers. In order to win back the reach from him, he sometimes leads his goose army “directly on the fishing rods”, “then the whole company starts swimming just at the opposite shore. And swimming is something with a cackle, with flapping of wings, with catch-up and hide-and-seek under the water. " Another time a goose starts fights with a neighboring flock, after which "there is nothing to think about bites."

An attack is a swift attack on an enemy. And the White goose attacks the author of the story (“Noticing me, the goose bent its neck to the grass and with a threatening hiss moved towards it”), then the “motley red bull” that wandered into the meadow where the White goose was walking with goslings, then the neighboring flock.

Than caused by these attacks?

In some cases, this is the self-affirmation of the White Goose and his power in the district. In others, the goslings are protected from possible danger. Then the attack is at the same time the defense necessary to repel the enemy. It is not for nothing that one of the well-known military expressions reads: “ The best way defense is an attack. " But in the episode with the elements the White Goose has not to attack, but to keep a real defense: “The White Goose was sitting with its neck stretched out high. The hail beat him on the head, the goose shuddered and covered his eyes. When a particularly large hail hit the crown of his head, he flexed his neck and shook his head. Then he straightened up again and looked at the cloud, carefully tilting his head to one side. A dozen goslings were quietly swarming under his wide-spread wings. "

Compare the behavior of the White Goose during stormy weather with the behavior of other geese. How is his exclusiveness confirmed in this situation?

At first, like the White Goose, “spreading their wings, they lay down in the grass,” covering the goslings. But when the hail turned from ice peas “into pieces of hastily rolled ice the size of a quarter of sawn sugar”, “the geese could not stand it and ran” to the water, forgetting about their broods and following the instinct of self-preservation, they “fell from the cliff into the water and hid under the bushes vines ... ". Their actions are similar to the stampede of troops from a terrible and powerful enemy. As a result, the goslings abandoned by their parents "almost all perished." And only the White Goose, like a real admiral, did not abandon his sinking ship with helpless and helpless chicks: he remained in place, at his post, realizing that the flight threatened his children with death. So here, too, he confirmed his exclusivity.

Are we surprised by his behavior or are we somehow prepared for this? Can we say that the goose accomplished the feat? Why?

Of course, the behavior of the White Goose delights us, but it is not a complete surprise: after all, we have seen before how he cared about the safety of his goslings, trying to prevent any possibility of trouble. Suffice it to recall how he met the appearance in the meadow of a man with fishing rods on a bicycle, how he chased a red bull out of there. Styopka says: “Doesn't give anyone a pass. Closer than a hundred

does not allow steps. He has goslings now, so he is fierce. "

We can confidently say that the White Goose accomplished a feat because he sacrificed his life to protect the goslings. Surely he was just as scared as other geese, but he did not move, as he remembered the helpless and unintelligent chicks and that he was their father: “He lay with his mighty wings spread and his neck stretched out on the grass. A gray, unblinking eye looked after the flying cloud. A trickle of blood ran down the beak from a small nostril. " The author convinces: the goose is not only “the most important bird in the whole band” and “admiral”, but also a hero father.

How does the end of the story feel? Does the feeling of hopelessness remain from him? Why?

We, of course, feel sorry for the White Goose - a mighty, strong and courageous bird, which by its feat can serve as an example not only to fellows, but also to humans. Together with the author, we are sad about the lost goose. But there is no feeling of hopelessness from his heroic death, because “all twelve fluffy dandelions” remained alive. And one of the goslings "with a dark ribbon on the back" stubbornly climbs onto the wing of the deceased father. Finally he “climbed onto his father’s back and froze. He never climbed that high.

Before him opened wonderful world full of sparkling herbs and sun. "

This is how Yevgeny Nosov saw this complex, diverse and beautiful world.

How does the author appear before us? What is his relationship to nature?

The author is seen by us as a kind and wise person. He loves all living things and looks with interest and love at the world around him. He perfectly knows the surroundings of the village where he lives: meadows, stretches, sandbanks, forest glades. He knows “the purest, sun-baked sandy beaches», River backwaters where fish are found. He knows "the best geese of the village", lovingly calls the goslings "dandelions", with a smile talks about the red-headed goose, frightened by the White goose.

The author says that he has a “long-standing litigation” with the goose (that is, a dispute, rivalry), but you cancan I say that they are enemies? Do we have any reason to assert that Nosov admires the goose and does not take offense at it?

The writer does not have a hostile feeling towards the bird, despite the fact that the goose often interferes with his fishing, eats its worms and drags off the kukans with fish: he understands that he acts according to his own bird laws and rules. The author does not chase him away, does not try to hit (as people often do in relation to interfering brothers, our smaller ones), even when the goose attacks him. He only “quarrels” with the goose, tries to educate the “violent daddy” when he is too noisy.

The author admires the gravity and importance of the bird, its gait, accuracy, and habits. When he sees him among the fresh spring grasses, he frankly admires: “Forgetting about enmity, I admired the bird. He stood, bathed in the sun, at the edge of the meadow, above the river itself. The tight feathers are one to one so well fitted that it seemed as if the goose had been carved out of a lump of refined sugar. The sun's rays shine through the feathers, burrowing in their depths, just as they shine in a lump of sugar. "

Nosov draws the appearance and character of the White Goose with the help of comparisons. Some of them are direct, some are subtext. They are not named, but implied, with the suggestion of the writer our imagination tells us. (The children are shown cards on which the words are written:admiral, white hummock, lump of refined sugar, mountain, peak, monument.)

Which ones do you think are direct and which are subtext? (Straight -admiral, lump of refined sugar, white hummock, the rest are subtext.)

Find those parts of the text where these same subtextual comparisons are hidden.

For the first time, the thought of a monument and a subtextual comparison of a goose with it arises when the author admires a bird and it seems to him that the goose is “carved out of a lump of refined sugar”. The second time this comparison comes to mind is when we read about the father's feat of the goose and its death: at the moment of testing it is motionless and stands in the face of death, as if petrified, becoming an unshakable fortress for its goslings ... Doesn't this feat deserve a monument ?. ...

To the author of the story, a dead goose in a meadow darkened after a sudden rain looks like a white, non-melting hummock. But for the gosling rescued by him, this is not a hummock, but a mountain, a peak that he is trying to climb. And when he succeeds, he sees a huge world given to him by his father. So the bump turns into a peak. And this is not only a tangible and visible peak for the little gosling, it is also the peak of courage, courage and love for everyone around, and for a person too. Gus did not shame the honor of his snow-white admiral's uniform: he behaved like a real warrior. This is how the subtext concept of "the honor of the uniform" arises.

Direct and implicit comparisons are certainly related. One suggests another, forcing not only our imagination to work, but also our mind.

Let us think about which direct comparison is closest to the implicit comparison with the monument. Why did you decide so?

A subtext comparison with a monument is closest to a direct comparison of a goose with an admiral. After all, monuments are often erected to soldiers and heroes. And if at first Nosov with a smile calls the goose an admiral, then the smile is replaced by admiration when he talks about the goose, as if carved from a lump of refined sugar, and the feat of the White Goose makes him bow his head before the courage and love of his father. And it no longer seems impossible to have a monument to a beautiful bird, and not only beautiful, but also heroic. Thus, a subtextual comparison helps us evaluate the White Goose's deed, its self-sacrifice, and see its peak in life.

What direct comparison is closest to a comparison with a peak, a mountain? What sense of sense does this direct comparison acquire, thanks to the subtext?

This comparison is closest to a bump. IN big world nature in the face of the elements a goose is just a "bump", but the point is not in the apparent size or size, but in what is behind this value. And behind her is neither more nor less, but the whole life of the White Goose, his selfless and courageous heart. And in the eyes of the rescued goslings and the person who witnessed the tragic events, the hummock grows to the size of a mountain, a peak. Here, too, as in the previous case, the author's assessment of the feat of the White Goose sounds.

Thus, subtextual comparisons lead us to the idea of ​​the height of love revealed to us by the White Goose.

We have already said that the goose accomplished a feat, and feats are often immortalized in monuments. And since the author himself brought us to the idea of ​​a monument to the White Goose, we will try to create a project for such a monument.

Let's think about where this monument will stand and why, from what material and why it will be carved, how the goose will be depicted (here the illustrations to the story may suggest something to you), what idea the monument will express, whether there will be some kind of inscription on it , and if so, which one. These questions are written down in notebooks, and at home students in small creative groups of 5-6 people or individually prepare a draft of their monument to the White Goose and its defense (expressive reading of story fragments, elements of dramatization, drawings, "live" compositions can be used in defense).

The next lesson focuses on the competition for these projects. To evaluate creative works, it is worth creating a special jury consisting of high school students, a teacher of fine arts and a teacher of literature. Moreover, the assessment should be detailed, reasonable, so that the children see their successes and failures, however, it is important not to clip their wings, therefore, any find, idea should be encouraged.

Fifth graders are very fascinated by this work, and they willingly do it.

Before starting the defense, you can tell the children about the existing monuments to animals.

Here is a sample material for such a story.

There are many monuments to animals in the world that have become famous or distinguished themselves in some way. Most of these monuments

delivered to dogs. The monument to St. Bernard Barry, who saved forty people in the Alps, is widely known. Barry was a professional rescuer who found people covered in snow. In New York, in Central Park, there is a monument to the sled dog-leader Bolto, who, as part of a sledding team, delivered anti-diphtheria serum to the city of Nome in Alaska on a hurricane night in 1925, which made it possible to prevent an epidemic of diphtheria. The monument to the dog of the Russian scientist I.P. Pavlov stands even in two places: in St. Petersburg, in the garden of the Institute of Experimental Medicine, and in Sukhumi on the territory of the Institute of Experimental Pathology. So people honor the memory of a dog that served for science. And there is also a monument to a toad in front of the Pasteur Institute as a tribute to laboratory animals. A monument to the fire butterfly has been erected in Australia. So the farmers thanked her for the destruction of prickly pear cacti, which flooded the entire continent and almost killed livestock (cows ate cacti and poisoned themselves). The monument to the swallows was erected by residents of the city of Greensville in gratitude for the destruction of mosquitoes (one swallow eats up to 1000 mosquitoes a day). And by the way, this monument is very useful for swallows: it is a twenty-meter tower, hung with bird houses.

So we will try to perpetuate the memory of the selfless White Goose.

I will cite one of the works: “The monument to the White Goose will stand on the high bank of the river, since the river is his favorite possession. Here he is a real admiral of his goose flotilla, which unquestioningly obeys the commander-in-chief.

The monument is carved out of marble, because this stone best of all conveys the dazzling snow-white plumage of the goose - its spotless "admiral's tunic".

Small in size, it will fit on a high pedestal in the form of a gray granite cube. Granite will symbolize the steadfastness and courage of the goose-father, who did not flinch before the terrible elements.

The white goose spread its huge wings, from under which little goslings peep out. The goose's head is raised to the sky, as if it is peering into a dark cloud that threatens the death of its children.

On the pedestal there is a large inscription: "Saved!" And a little lower, smaller: "This goose should have been given the rank of admiral."

Around the monument everything is in the golden colors of dandelions. Larks sing over it, dragonflies fly. Children love to come here. Girls usually weave a wreath of dandelions and put it on the head of a marble goose, and then he looks like a hero from ancient times, crowned with a victor's wreath. And he really is a winner - the winner of fear and death ... And love gave him strength and courage for this victory.

This monument will express the idea of ​​love and courage. "

Today I propose to dive into the world of literature. As a child, this story touched me to the depths of my soul. A very strong piece! Today I am sharing it with you, dear Friends! So, the story "White Goose" by Yevgeny Nosov:

If the birds were assigned military ranks, then this goose should have been given an admiral. Everything he had was admiral's: bearing, and gait, and the tone in which he spoke with other village geese.
He walked importantly, pondering every step. Before rearranging its paw, the goose lifted it to a snow-white tunic, collected its membranes, just as a fan is folded, and, holding that way for a while, slowly lowered its paw into the mud. So he contrived to walk along the very squishy, ​​spread-out road, without soiling a single feather.
This goose has never run, even if the dog runs after him. He always held his long neck high and motionless, as if carrying a glass of water on his head.
Actually, he didn't seem to have a head. Instead, a huge, orange-peel-colored beak with a bump or horn on the bridge of the nose was attached directly to the neck. Most of all, this lump looked like a cockade.
When the goose rose to its full height on the shallows and flapped its elastic one and a half meter wings, gray ripples ran on the water and the coastal reeds rustled. If he uttered his own cry at the same time, milkmaids' milkmaids rang loudly in the meadows.
In short, the White Goose was the most important bird in the whole band. Due to his high position in the meadows, he lived carefree and at ease. The best geese of the village were staring at him. He undividedly owned the shoals, which had no equal in the abundance of ooze, duckweed, shells and tadpoles. The cleanest, sun-baked sandy beaches are his, the most succulent parts of the meadow are his.
But the most important thing is that the pool, on which I made a bait, was considered by the White Goose as his own. Because of this stretch, we have a long-standing litigation with him. He just didn't recognize me. Then he, in wake formation, leads his entire goose armada straight onto the fishing rods, and even lingers and bangs the float that has turned up. Then the whole company will start swimming just at the opposite shore. And swimming is something with a cackle, with flapping of wings, with catch-up and hide-and-seek under the water. But no - he arranges a fight with a neighboring flock, after which torn feathers float along the river for a long time and there is such a din, such boasting that there is nothing to think about bites.
Many times he ate worms from a jar, dragged away kukans with fish. He did it not as a thief, but all with the same sedate slowness and consciousness of his power on the river. Obviously, the White Goose believed that everything in this world exists only for him, and, probably, he would be very surprised if he found out that he himself belongs to the village boy Styopka, who, if he wants, chops off the head of the White goose on the block. , and Stepkina's mother will cook cabbage soup from it with fresh cabbage.
This spring, as soon as the country lane was blown away, I assembled my bike, strapped a couple of fishing rods to the frame and rode off to open the season. On the way, I drove into the village, ordered Styopke to get the worms and bring them to my bait.
The white goose was already there. Forgetting about enmity, I admired the bird. He stood, bathed in the sun, at the edge of the meadow, above the river itself. The tight feathers are one to one so well fitted that it seemed as if the goose had been carved out of a lump of refined sugar. The sun's rays shine through the feathers, burrowing in their depths, just like they shine in a lump of sugar.
Noticing me, the goose bent its neck to the grass and moved towards me with a menacing hiss. I barely had time to fence myself off with my bike.
And he hit the spokes with his wings, jumped back and hit again.
- Shoo, damned!
It was Styopka who was shouting. He ran down the path with a can of worms.
- Shoo, shoo!
Styopka grabbed the goose by the neck and dragged it off. The goose rested, whipping the boy with its wings, knocked off his cap.
- Here is a dog! - said Styopka, pulling the goose away. - Doesn't give anyone a pass. He doesn't let him get closer than a hundred steps. He has goslings now, so he is fierce.
Now, only I saw that the dandelions, among which was the White Goose, came to life and huddled in a heap and in fright pulled the yellow heads out of the grass.
- And where is their mother? I asked Styopka.
- They are orphans ...
- How's that?
- The car ran over the goose.
Styopka found a cap in the grass and rushed along the path to the bridge. He had to get ready for school.
While I was getting a job at the bait, the White Goose had already had time to fight with neighbors several times. Then a motley red bull came running from somewhere with a piece of rope around its neck. The goose pounced on him.
The calf kicked up its backwards, ran away. The goose ran after, stepping on a piece of rope with its paws and tumbling over its head. For some time the goose lay on its back, helplessly turning over with its paws. But then, coming to his senses and even more angry, he chased the calf for a long time, plucking shreds of red wool from his thighs. Sometimes the bull tried to take up the defensive position. He, widely spaced his front hooves and bundles on the goose, his violet eyes, clumsily and not very confidently wagged his lop-eared muzzle in front of the goose. But as soon as the goose lifted up its one and a half meter wings, the goby could not stand it and ran away. At the end, the calf huddled into an impassable vine and moaned sadly.
"That's it! .." - the White goose cackled over the entire pasture, triumphantly twitching its scanty tail.
In short, the hubbub did not stop in the meadow, the frightening hissing and flapping of wings, and the Stepka's goslings huddled fearfully together and squeaked pitifully, now and then losing sight of their violent dad.
- Completely shook the goslings, your bad head! - I tried to shame the White Goose.
“Hey! Hey!” Came the answer, and the fry were jumping up and down in the river. “Hey! ..” Like, no matter how it is!
- We would have you for such tricks at once to the police. "Ha-ha-ha-ha ..." the goose mocked me.
- You are a frivolous bird! And daddy too! Nothing to say, you are bringing up a generation ...
While quarreling with the goose and correcting the flood-washed flood, I did not notice how a cloud had crept up from behind the forest. It grew, rose up like a gray-blue heavy wall, without gaps, without a crack, and slowly and inevitably devoured the blue of the sky. Here a cloud rolled over the edge of the sun. Its edge flashed for a moment with molten lead. But the sun could not melt the entire cloud and disappeared without a trace in its leaden womb. The meadow darkened as if at dusk. A whirlwind flew in, picked up the goose feathers and whirled, carried it up.
The geese stopped nibbling the grass and raised their heads.
The first drops of rain slashed over the burdocks of the water lilies. Immediately, everything around was noisy, the grass came in blue waves, the vine turned inside out.
I barely had time to throw on my cloak when a cloud broke through and fell in a cold slanting downpour. The geese, spreading their wings, lay down on the grass. Broods hid under them. Anxiously raised heads were visible throughout the meadow.
Suddenly, something hard hit the visor of the cap, the bicycle spokes responded with a thin ringing, and a white pea rolled down to my feet.
I looked out from under my cloak. Gray hairs of hail dragged across the meadow. The village disappeared, the nearby forest disappeared from sight. The gray sky rustled dully, the gray water in the river hissed and froth. The cut burdocks of the water lilies burst with a crash.
The geese froze in the grass, echoing anxiously.
The white goose was sitting with its neck extended high. The hail beat him on the head, the goose shuddered and covered his eyes. When a particularly large hail hit the crown of his head, he flexed his neck and shook his head. Then he straightened up again and kept looking at the cloud, carefully tilting his head to one side. A dozen goslings were quietly swarming under its spread wings.
The cloud raged with increasing force. It seemed that she, like a sack, had ripped all over, from edge to edge. On the path, in an irrepressible dance, white ice peas jumped, bounced, collided.
The geese broke down and ran. They ran, half crossed out by gray stripes that whipped them backhand, the hail drumming hollowly on their bent backs. Here and there, in the grass mixed with hail, the ruffled heads of goslings flashed, their plaintive calling squeak was heard. Sometimes the squeak would suddenly break off, and the yellow "dandelion", cut by hail, drooped into the grass.
And the geese all ran, bending down to the ground, falling in heavy blocks from the cliff into the water and hammered under the bushes of the vine and the coastal edges. After them, small pebbles were poured into the river - the few that still managed to run. I wrapped myself up in a cloak. It was no longer round peas that rolled down at my feet, but pieces of hastily rolled ice the size of a quarter of cut sugar. The cloak did not work well, and pieces of ice hurt me on the back.
A calf rushed along the path with a fractional stomp, lashing a piece of wet grass on its boots. Ten paces away he was already out of sight behind the gray curtain of hail.
Somewhere a goose, entangled in a vine, was screaming and thrashing, and the spokes of my bicycle clinked more and more strainedly.
The cloud rushed by as suddenly as it had come. The hail stitched my back for the last time, danced along the coastal shallow, and now a village opened on the other side, and the sun shone out into the wet district, into the willows and mows.
I pulled off my cloak.
Under the sun's rays, the white, powdered meadow darkened and thawed before our eyes. The path was covered with puddles. In the fallen wet grass, as if in nets, the excised goslings were entangled. Almost all of them died before they reached the water.
The meadow, warmed by the sun, turned green again. And only in its middle the white hummock did not melt in any way. I came closer. It was the White Goose.
He lay with his mighty wings spread and his neck stretched out across the grass. A gray, unblinking eye looked after the flying cloud. A trickle of blood ran down its beak from a small nostril.
All twelve fluffy "dandelions", whole and unharmed, pushing and crushing each other, poured out. Cheerfully squeaking, they scattered on the grass, picking up the surviving hailstones. One gosling, with a dark ribbon on its back, clumsily rearranging its wide crooked legs, tried to climb onto the wing of the gander. But every time, unable to resist, he flew head over heels into the grass.
The kid got angry, impatiently fingered his paws and, having got himself out of the blades of grass, stubbornly climbed on the wing. Finally, the gosling climbed onto his father's back and froze. He never climbed that high.
A wonderful world full of sparkling grasses and sun opened before him.

If the birds were assigned military ranks, then this goose should have been given an admiral. Everything he had was admiral's: bearing, and gait, and the tone in which he spoke with other village geese.

He walked importantly, pondering every step. Before rearranging its paw, the goose lifted it to a snow-white tunic, collected its membranes, just as a fan is folded, and, having held it this way for a while, slowly lowered its paw into the mud. So he contrived to walk along the very squishy, ​​spread-out road, without soiling a single feather.

This goose has never run, even if the dog runs after him. He always held his long neck high and motionless, as if carrying a glass of water on his head.

Actually, he didn't seem to have a head. Instead, a huge, orange-peel-colored beak with a bump or horn on the bridge of the nose was attached directly to the neck. Most of all, this lump looked like a cockade.

When the goose rose to its full height on the shallows and flapped its elastic one and a half meter wings, gray ripples ran on the water and the coastal reeds rustled. If he uttered his own cry at the same time, milkmaids' milkmaids rang loudly in the meadows.

In short, the White Goose was the most important bird in the whole band. Due to his high position in the meadows, he lived carefree and at ease. The best geese of the village were staring at him. He undividedly owned the shoals, which had no equal in the abundance of ooze, duckweed, shells and tadpoles. The cleanest, sun-baked sandy beaches are his, the most succulent parts of the meadow are his.

But the most important thing is that the pool, on which I made a bait, was also considered by the White Goose as his own. Because of this stretch, we have a long-standing litigation with him. He just didn't recognize me. Then he, in wake formation, leads his entire goose armada straight onto the fishing rods, and even lingers and bangs the float that has turned up. Then the whole company will start swimming just at the opposite shore. And swimming is something with a cackle, with flapping of wings, with catch-up and hide-and-seek under the water. But no - he arranges a fight with a neighboring flock, after which torn feathers float along the river for a long time and there is such a din, such boasting that there is nothing to think about bites.

Many times he ate worms from a jar, dragged away kukans with fish. He did it not as a thief, but all with the same sedate slowness and consciousness of his power on the river. Obviously, the White Goose believed that everything in this world exists only for him, and, probably, he would be very surprised if he found out that he himself belongs to the village boy Styopka, who, if he wants, chops off the head of the White goose on the block. , and Stepkina's mother will cook cabbage soup from it with fresh cabbage.

This spring, as soon as the country lane was blown away, I assembled my bike, strapped a couple of fishing rods to the frame and rode off to open the season. On the way, I drove into the village, ordered Styopke to get the worms and bring them to my bait.

The white goose was already there. Forgetting about enmity, I admired the bird. He stood, bathed in the sun, at the edge of the meadow, above the river itself. The tight feathers are one to one so well fitted that it seemed as if the goose had been carved out of a lump of refined sugar. The sun's rays shine through the feathers, burrowing in their depths, just like they shine in a lump of sugar.

Noticing me, the goose bent its neck to the grass and moved towards me with a menacing hiss. I barely had time to fence myself off with my bike.

And he hit the spokes with his wings, jumped back and hit again.

- Shoo, damned!

It was Styopka who was shouting. He ran down the path with a can of worms.

- Shoo, shoo!

Styopka grabbed the goose by the neck and dragged it off. The goose rested, whipping the boy with its wings, knocked off his cap.

- Here is a dog! - said Styopka, dragging the goose away. He doesn't let him get closer than a hundred steps. He has goslings now, so he is fierce.

Now only I saw that the dandelions, among which was the White Goose, came to life and huddled in a heap and frightenedly pull the yellow heads out of the grass.

- And where is their mother? I asked Styopka.

- They are orphans ...

- How's that?

- The car ran over the goose.

Styopka found a cap in the grass and rushed along the path to the bridge. He had to get ready for school.

While I was getting a job at the bait, the White Goose had already had time to fight with neighbors several times. Then from somewhere came a motley red goby with a piece of rope around its neck. The goose pounced on him.

The calf kicked up its backwards, ran away. The goose ran after, stepping on a piece of rope with its paws and tumbling over its head. For some time the goose lay on its back, helplessly turning over with its paws. But then, coming to his senses and even more angry, he chased the calf for a long time, plucking shreds of red wool from his thighs. Sometimes the bull tried to take up the defensive position. He, widely spaced his front hooves and bundles on the goose, his violet eyes, clumsily and not very confidently wagged his lop-eared muzzle in front of the goose. But as soon as the goose lifted up its one and a half meter wings, the goby could not stand it and ran away. At the end, the calf huddled into an impassable vine and moaned sadly.

"That's it! .." - the White goose cackled over the whole pasture, triumphantly twitching its scanty tail.

In short, the hubbub did not stop in the meadow, the frightening hissing and flapping of wings, and the Stepka's goslings huddled fearfully together and squeaked pitifully, now and then losing sight of their violent dad.

- Completely shook the goslings, your bad head! - I tried to shame the White Goose.

“Hey! Hey! - came the answer, and the fry were jumping up and down in the river. "Hey! .." Like, no matter how it is!

- We would have you for such tricks at once to the police. "Ha-ha-ha-ha ..." - the goose mocked me.

- You are a frivolous bird! And daddy too! There is nothing to say, you are bringing up a generation ...

Quarreling with the goose and correcting the flood-washed flood, I did not notice how a cloud had crept up from behind the forest. It grew, rose up like a gray-blue heavy wall, without gaps, without a crack, and slowly and inevitably devoured the blue of the sky. A cloud rolled over the edge of the sun. Its edge flashed for a moment with molten lead. But the sun could not melt the entire cloud and disappeared without a trace in its leaden womb. The meadow darkened as if at dusk. A whirlwind flew in, picked up the goose feathers and whirled, carried it up.

The geese stopped nibbling the grass and raised their heads.

The first drops of rain slashed over the burdocks of the water lilies. Immediately, everything around was noisy, the grass came in blue waves, the vine turned inside out.

I barely had time to throw on my cloak when a cloud broke through and fell in a cold slanting downpour. The geese, spreading their wings, lay down on the grass. Broods hid under them. Anxiously raised heads were visible throughout the meadow.

Suddenly, something hard hit the visor of the cap, the bicycle spokes responded with a thin ringing, and a white pea rolled down to my feet.

I looked out from under my cloak. Gray hairs of hail dragged across the meadow. The village disappeared, the nearby forest disappeared from sight. The gray sky rustled dully, the gray water in the river hissed and froth. The cut burdocks of the water lilies burst with a crash.

The geese froze in the grass, echoing alarmingly.

The white goose was sitting with its neck extended high. The hail beat him on the head, the goose shuddered and covered his eyes. When a particularly large hail hit the crown of his head, he flexed his neck and shook his head. Then he straightened up again and kept looking at the cloud, carefully tilting his head to one side. A dozen goslings were quietly swarming under its spread wings.

The cloud raged with increasing force. It seemed that she, like a sack, had ripped all over, from edge to edge. On the path, in an irrepressible dance, white ice peas jumped, bounced, collided.

The geese broke down and ran. They ran, half crossed out by gray stripes that whipped them backhand, the hail drumming hollowly on their bent backs. Here and there, in the grass mixed with hail, the ruffled heads of goslings flashed, their plaintive inviting squeak was heard. Sometimes the squeak would suddenly break off, and the yellow "dandelion", cut by hail, drooped into the grass.

And the geese all ran, bending down to the ground, falling in heavy blocks from the cliff into the water and hammered under the bushes of the vine and the coastal edges. After them, small pebbles were poured into the river - the few that still managed to run. I wrapped myself up in a cloak. It was no longer round peas that rolled down at my feet, but pieces of hastily rolled ice the size of a quarter of sawn sugar. The cloak did not work well, and pieces of ice hurt me on the back.

A calf rushed along the path with a fractional stomp, lashing a piece of wet grass on its boots. Ten paces away he was already out of sight behind the gray curtain of hail.

Somewhere a goose, entangled in a vine, was screaming and thrashing, and the spokes of my bicycle clinked more and more strainedly.

The cloud rushed by as suddenly as it had come. The hail stitched my back for the last time, danced along the coastal shallow, and now a village was opened on the other side, and the sun shone out into the wet district, into the willows and mows.

I pulled off my cloak.

Under the sun's rays, the white, powdered meadow darkened and thawed before our eyes. The path was covered with puddles. In the fallen wet grass, as if in nets, the excised goslings were entangled. Almost all of them died before they reached the water.

The meadow, warmed by the sun, turned green again. And only in its middle the white hummock did not melt in any way. I came closer. It was the White Goose.

He lay with his mighty wings spread and his neck stretched out on the grass. A gray, unblinking eye looked after the flying cloud. A trickle of blood ran down its beak from a small nostril.

All twelve fluffy "dandelions", whole and unharmed, pushing and crushing each other, poured out. Cheerfully squeaking, they scattered on the grass, picking up the surviving hailstones. One gosling, with a dark ribbon on its back, clumsily rearranging its wide crooked legs, tried to climb onto the wing of the gander. But every time, unable to resist, he flew head over heels into the grass.

The kid got angry, impatiently fingered his paws and, having got out of the blades of grass, stubbornly climbed on the wing. Finally, the gosling climbed onto his father's back and froze. He never climbed that high.

A wonderful world full of sparkling grasses and sun opened before him.

Drawing by L. Kuznetsov for the story "The White Goose"

Migratory nesting bird of the duck family, the order of Anseriformes. Often, birds are peaceful in nature, but if there is not enough space in the flock, they can hiss and show aggression to protect their offspring and territory.

Important! When flying, birds form a wedge-this helps them fly long distances.

Description and photo

External characteristics of birds (adult):

• has an average build, length from 80-85 cm;
• weighs no more than 5-6 kg (females are not much less than males);
• has a large wingspan, about 150 cm;
• has a white color (the bird becomes completely white at the age of 3-4 years);
• black feathers are present on the ends of the white wings;
• a brown speck is formed around the beak, the beak itself is one-time;
• have short, but large and powerful legs of a single color;
• the neck is short;
• rounded tail.

Did you know? The white goose is also called the "snowy» or« northern ".

The white goose has two subspecies:

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Where does he live?

The white goose is a rare bird and is distributed only in the territories:

• northern Canada;
• northwest Greenland;
• in Russia (in Chukotka, in Yakutia, on Wrangel Island - near small rivers and lakes);
• on the coast of the Arctic.

The birds fly away to winter on the territory:

• The United States of America;
• British Columbia;
• Canada;
• California;
• Japan;
• Gulf of Mexico.

Important! Europe is not an attractive habitat for white birds.

Northern birds can travel very long distances as early as 2 months of age.
Having reached maturity, birds lead a sedentary lifestyle, this trait dominates in females, due to the need to prolong the genus and form nests.

Life cycle

The white goose lives on average 10-20 years in freedom. It is a nesting nomadic bird that prefers land, although it thrives on water as well.

The white goose is a very intelligent bird. Goose families try to set up nests near the snowy owl's territory, since it perfectly protects its property from predators (for example, Arctic foxes) and thus protects the northern geese settlements.

Arctic foxes and gulls are the main enemies of birds. It is not uncommon for them to steal eggs or. Females constantly monitor the nests and try not to move far from them.

Did you know? Northern birds communicate in their own language, which has approximately ten tonalities.

Food

The food of the snowbird depends on its habitat. For example, in Canada, the basis of the diet is, and on Wrangel Island - vegetative plant particles.

Basically, birds use:

• arctic herbs;
• cereals;
• lichens;
• shoots;
• roots;
• seeds and plants growing in the tundra.

Birds can also be consumed by animal organisms, for example:

• small freshwater invertebrates;

• organisms living on sea coasts and shallow waters.

Breeding features

The white goose is a unique breed of birds that forms one and only pair for life.

Important! After three years, the geese become sexually mature, it is during this period that they try to start a family.

The birds that have created families are kept in groups - this way the chances of surviving in the harsh nature increase. The birds can form colonies of thousands, the distance between which is 1-2 km.

Breeding season begins in late spring. The female lays 4-6 eggs, milky in color.

The hatching period is 21 days. the female, and the male protects her and his future offspring.

Birds nest on the ground, in which they make small depressions, and then cover them with fluff and dried grass.
In frosty winters, when places for nesting are in short supply, females can toss their eggs into other people's nests in order to preserve their offspring. White goose females are very good mothers, so they incubate both their own and other people's eggs.

To the lesson based on the story of E. Nosov "White Goose". 7th grade

• General - to continue discussing the problems of humane treatment of the defenseless and responsibility for their lives;
• Private - to form the ability to distinguish between the author, the narrator and the participants in the events; continue acquaintance with humor as a special artistic technique; pay attention to the role of the landscape in the implementation of the author's intention.

A word about the writer

• Nosov Evgeny Ivanovich (born in 1925) - writer, journalist. Already in his early works, an individual style was manifested - the inconspicuous "water-color" of his writing is always thorough, clear, perfected to the smallest detail. “An observant painter, he skillfully selects the details of life, sounds, colors, sometimes imperceptible to an indifferent, vain or simply not able to“ see ”the eye. He lets animals, birds, insects into his sketches, makes the reader lean towards the most modest wildflower ... "(N. Podzornova A thousand miles around Russia ... // Lit. Russia. - 1973. - Sept. 21). At the same time, Nosov appears not only as a contemplator of nature, but has a philosophical view of the course of earthly life. V. Astafyev, observing how the works of Nosov were born, wrote: “There is no one else among the writers I know who would work so slowly and haughtily. I have seen the manuscripts of his stories in the author's sheet size. This story, like an egg yolk, was hatched from a manuscript of one and a half hundred pages. And each of these pages is finished in such a way that you can turn it over to the printing house even now. I bow my head before such hectic work. " According to E. Nosov, he retained this manner of work for the rest of his life - he writes hard, does not recognize the rule "not a day without a line", because he does not sit down at the table without special
• creative focus.

introduction

• In the 5th and 6th grades, studying the books "Around you - the World ...", you got acquainted with the works of E. Nosov. Do you remember them?
• You are invited to one more story by E. Nosov - "The White Goose". What do you think this story will be about?
• Have you ever seen geese? What is this bird? How does she usually behave?

• 1. Are your assumptions about the content of the story justified?
• 2. "If the birds were assigned military ranks, then this goose should have been given an admiral." Find in the text words, expressions that help to expand this comparison ("... bearing", "snow-white tunic", "beak with some ... bump ...", which looked like a cockade, "leads his goose armada"). What position do you think the White Goose occupied in the flock? (He was the leader: "was the most important bird," "because of his high position.")
• 3. Find the description of the goose in the text. What details are drawn to our attention? (Gait, neck, beak, wings, plumage, short tail.)

Analytical work (according to the read text)

• 4. Reread the following lines:
• “He walked importantly, pondering every step”; “He always held his long neck high and motionless, as if he were carrying a glass of water on his head”; “Actually, he didn't seem to have a head. Instead, a huge, orange-peel-colored beak was attached directly to the neck ... ”; “In short, the White Goose was the most important bird. Due to his high position in the meadows, he lived carefree and at ease. The best geese of the village were staring at him. He undividedly owned the shoals, which had no equal in the abundance of mud, duckweed, shells and tadpoles. "
• Do you think that these lines can be used to judge the feelings with which the author describes the bird? Find the most accurate names for them. What feelings does this description of a goose evoke in you?
• Do you know the name of an artistic technique that allows you to make the reader feel a kind smile?

• Humor (from the English humor - humor, temper, mood, inclination) - a special kind of comic, funny; an attitude towards the described object, combining an outwardly comic interpretation with an inner seriousness. Humor adjusts to a more thoughtful ("serious") attitude to the subject of laughter, to comprehend its "truth", despite funny oddities, and therefore, in contrast to ridiculous, destructive types of laughter - to justify the "eccentric".

Analytical work

• What do you think the author would like to “justify” in the “eccentric” goose?
• 5. What would you call the technique used when describing the goose in the following lines: “When the goose rose to its full height on the shallows and flapped its elastic one and a half meter wings, gray ripples ran on the water and coastal reeds rustled. If at the same time he uttered his own cry, milkmaids' milkmaids rang thinly in the meadows ”? (This is a hyperbolization technique already known to students.)
• 6. What type of text can this part of the story be attributed to? (This is a description.) How would you title it?

Analytical work (continued)

• 1. You already have a good idea of ​​the White Goose. What new do we learn about him from this part of the story? (We will learn how the first meeting of the narrator with the White Goose took place after a short break.)
• 2. Who tells us about the White Goose? (The narration is in the first person. It can be assumed that the author is telling us about the goose.) How does he relate to the bird? On what basis do you make such a conclusion?
• 3. In this part we again come across a description of the White Goose in several places. What is the reader's attention drawn to? (Attention is drawn to the plumage: "feathers ... well fitted"; on the wings: once again their size is emphasized - "one and a half meter", "hit the spokes with his wings", "rested, lashed the boy with his wings, knocked off his cap."

Analytical work

• 4. Refer to the two passages you read from the story. Which of the descriptions seems to you the most imaginative, vivid? (The answers may be different, but someone will certainly pay attention to the description of the White Goose standing at the edge of the meadow. The teacher can specifically draw the students' attention to this description and to the method of a detailed comparison used in it - "as if ... hewn from a block of refined sugar", “Just like ... in a lump of sugar.”) Don't you think it strange such a comparison: with refined sugar, with sugar? Perhaps something else would have been more organic: as if from a piece of white marble? What sensation does the author achieve in the reader by resorting to just such a comparison?

Analytical work

• 5. At the very end of the first excerpt and in the second, a new participant in the events appears - the village boy Stepka. What is the role of this character? Submit your answer with text. (It is Styopka who tells us about the changes in the life of the White Goose. An episode describing the goose's skirmish with the narrator and timely assistance boy, allows the reader to judge the size of the bird, its character.)
• 6. Are there any humorous episodes in this part of the story? What does the author “justify” in the “eccentric” goose this time?
• 7. Have you already formed an attitude towards the White Goose? How do you feel about him? Explain the reason for this attitude of yours.
• 8. What type of text can this part of the story be attributed to? (This is a narrative with descriptive elements.) Title it.

Analytical work

• 1. How did you feel while reading this description of a thunderstorm? What moments did you present most vividly?
• 2. Then the students work in groups.
• Assignments for groups:
• a) analyze the description of nature during a thunderstorm:
• – what is being described;
• – what artistic means are used in the description;
• b) analyze the behavior of all participants in the event, except for the narrator:
• – who is involved;
• – how it behaves;
• – what artistic means were used to describe their actions;

• c) analyze everything that is connected with the narrator's image in this episode:
• – where is it during a thunderstorm;
• – what he sees;
• – how it behaves;
• – what feelings he is experiencing;
• – what artistic means are used to convey his attitude to what he saw.

Generalization

• 1. To what type of text can this part of the story be attributed? Give it a title.
• 2. Are there any humorous scenes in this part of the story? (Students will notice their absence. It is important for the teacher to find out if they understand the reason for this absence.)
• 3. Remember the description of the thunderstorm from the story of E. Nosov. Close your eyes and listen to the words and phrases that the author uses when describing: (I) did not notice - crawled - (inevitably) devoured - rolled - bumped - picked up - carried away - slashed - noisy - turned inside out - collapsed - fell down - (hard ) knocked - beat - could not resist - ran - drummed (on bent backs) - heard (plaintive cry) - drooped (excised) - fell - hammered - fought ...
• What associations do you have? (As a rule, children have associations with war, raids, bombing. In this case, you can ask who they would define as a “conditional adversary” and who as a “conditional third party.” It is important to conduct a conversation in such a way that children do not have desire to assess the behavior of birds and people caught in the blows of hail: to condemn those fleeing, to worship those who behave differently. They are all vulnerable, although they behave in an extreme situation in different ways.)

• 4. The thunderstorm in the description of E. Nosov acquires a certain symbolic meaning... What is it? (Defenselessness, vulnerability, insecurity, vulnerability of all living things in any extreme situation. Maybe there is such a motive: the responsibility of the strongest for the life of others.)
• 5. Why do you think the White Goose is capitalized in the story? (This name is given to the goose not so much by the narrator, but rather by the author himself, which reinforces the symbolic subtext of the entire work.) E. Nosov's story ends with the statement: before the gosling "an amazing world full of sparkling grasses and the sun opened up." Is there a contradiction here? (Students will feel that such an optimistic ending does not contradict the course of the story and reflects the author's conviction that in a situation of danger, in an extreme situation, it is necessary to protect the most vulnerable by all means.)

Homework

• 1. Can this story be classified as a story about nature? Explain your point of view.
• 2. What thoughts did E. Nosov's story "The White Goose" bring you? What questions would you like to ask the author of the story?