Sid the science kid how did my dog do that
"Sid the Science Kid" How Did My Dog Do That? (TV Episode 2009)
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When Sid's dog uses his foot to scratch his ear, Sid tries the same maneuver, but can't do it. Sid explores skeletons, and discovers that animals have different bones and joints than people,... Read allWhen Sid's dog uses his foot to scratch his ear, Sid tries the same maneuver, but can't do it. Sid explores skeletons, and discovers that animals have different bones and joints than people, which allows them to do lots of cool stuff like swing from trees, fly in the air, or even... Read allWhen Sid's dog uses his foot to scratch his ear, Sid tries the same maneuver, but can't do it. Sid explores skeletons, and discovers that animals have different bones and joints than people, which allows them to do lots of cool stuff like swing from trees, fly in the air, or even scratch their ears with their feet!
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LitKult - Mark Twain - A Dog's Tale
My father is a St. Bernard, my mother is a Collie, and I am a Presbyterian. So, in any case, my mother explained to me, I myself do not understand these subtleties. For me, these are just beautiful long words, devoid of meaning. My mother was addicted to such words. She loved to say them and enjoyed how amazed and envious other dogs were, how they wondered how she got such an education. In fact, all this was ostentatious, she had no real education. She picked up learned words in the dining room and living room when there were guests in the house, or in Sunday school, where she happened to accompany the master's children. And every time she heard a new long word, she endlessly repeated it to herself, trying to keep it in her memory until the next scientific meeting of the dogs of our district. There she used to drop her word, and, of course, everyone from the sucker that would fit in your pocket to the huge bulldog was crushed and puzzled.
Success rewarded her for all her efforts. If there was a stranger among us, he would certainly show distrust. As soon as he recovered from his first astonishment, he immediately asked what this word meant. And my mother answered without a moment's hesitation. The questioner did not expect this at all, he was sure that it was then that she would get caught, but he himself turned out to be disgraced. The rest were just waiting. They knew in advance how everything would happen, they had experience in this part. And everyone was so delighted, so proud of her answer, that it never occurred to anyone to doubt its correctness. This is quite understandable. First, she answered quickly and without hesitation, like a talking dictionary; and secondly, how, one wonders, were they to know whether she was swindling them or telling the truth? After all, she was the only erudite dog among them. Once, when I was a little older, my mother dragged from somewhere a new word - "non-intellectual" - and flaunted it at our councils and meetings, thus plunging all dogs into melancholy and despondency.
And that's when I noticed that during the week she was asked eight times about the meaning of the word "non-intellectual", and each time she gave a new definition. This convinced me that my mother was resourceful rather than erudite, but of course I kept silent about it. nine0003
She always had one word ready to rescue her at a critical moment. It served as a lifeline for her in a moment of distress: she could grab onto it when the wave suddenly washed overboard. The word was "synonymous". Sometimes she will take and again drag a long word with which she had been producing an effect several weeks ago and whose fictitious definitions have long ended up in a landfill, and with this word at the first moment she will literally stun the stranger, if one was present among us. By the time he comes to his senses, she will already have time to forget about everything and turn on the other tack. Therefore, when he suddenly suddenly calls her and calls her to an answer, she will turn her tail for a moment - the sail will hang (I saw it - I was the only one who figured out her game), - but only for a moment, and now the sail is raised again, and the wind blows it up again.
Calm and serene as a summer day, she replies: “This is a synonym for transcendence,” or she will utter another, just as ungodly, long as a snake word. Then it will peacefully depart and turn again onto a new tack - absolutely, you know, imperturbably. And the one who asked the question was left in the cold and very embarrassed. The rest of the dogs, who knew in advance how things would turn out, in unison tap their tails on the ground, and everyone's faces glow with unearthly bliss. nine0003
And not only words - it happened that she would drag a whole phrase, if only there was a rather loud phrase, and she would flash it at least at six evenings and two matinees. And, of course, each time will interpret differently. After all, my mother was attracted only by the sonority of what was said, she was not interested in the meaning. Moreover, she knew perfectly well that no one would expose her, not a single dog would have had the consideration. Yes, my mother was a wonderful person. She became so bold that she was absolutely not afraid of anything, she was so sure of the ignorance of the others.
She even undertook to tell us jokes that were told at the dinner table and caused so much fun and laughter from guests and hosts. But, as a rule, she poured the salt of one anecdote into another, which, of course, did not work out either in a warehouse or in a harmony. Having finished the anecdote, my mother began to roll on the ground, laughing and barking like crazy, but I saw that she herself was surprised why the anecdote ceased to seem funny to her. But all the same, her listeners also rolled on the ground and barked, secretly ashamed of the fact that they absolutely did not understand anything. They did not suspect that it was not their fault: it was just that there was not the slightest sense in the joke. nine0003
All these facts, as you see, show that my mother was rather vain and frivolous, and yet she possessed virtues, which, I believe, more than covered her shortcomings. She had a good heart, a gentle disposition; she did not harbor grievances, but immediately drove them out of her thoughts and forgot them.
She passed on her good nature to us, her children. From her we learned to be brave and resolute in a moment of danger. It was she who told us that we should not worry about our salvation, but go towards the misfortune that threatens a friend or foe - whoever it was - and rush to help, without thinking about the possible consequences for us. And she taught us not only by word, but also by personal example, and this is the best and surest method - this is remembered for a long time. Oh, what wonderful deeds she did, what feats! A true courageous warrior. And she acted so humble. No, it was impossible not to admire her, it was impossible not to try to imitate her. In her company, even a lap spaniel would try to behave a little more decently. So, you see, my mother was distinguished not only by her education. nine0003
CHAPTER II
When I finally became fully grown, I was sold, and since then I have never seen my mother again. Her heart was torn with grief, and mine, too, when we parted, and we both wept.
But she comforted me as best she could. She said that we were born into the world for a wise and good purpose, and each of us must fulfill our duty meekly, that we must accept life as it is, live for the good of others and not think about what lies ahead - this is none of our business. People who do this will receive a great reward in a better world. And although for all other creatures, except for man, access there is closed, but if we behave honestly and righteously, without expecting a reward for that, this will give our short-term earthly life meaning and dignity, which is a reward in itself. All these arguments she had to hear from time to time in Sunday school, where she accompanied the children. These words my mother memorized more carefully than learned words and phrases overheard in the living room. She thought a lot about them for her own good and for ours. This alone shows that her head was wise and full of thoughts, despite a fair amount of frivolity and vanity. nine0003
So, for the last time we said “I'm sorry” to each other, for the last time we looked at each other through tears, and her parting words - I think she purposely left them for last so that I could remember them better - were these:
– In the moment of danger that threatens another, do not think of yourself, but remember your mother and act in memory of her as she would have done.
Do you think I could forget these words? Not!
CHAPTER III
How wonderful my life with my new owners turned out to be! A large beautiful house, rich furnishings, many paintings, elegant decorations, and not a single dark corner - everywhere the sparkle of colors of the finest shades lit by the sun. What open spaces around the house, what a huge garden - green lawns, magnificent trees and a lot of flowers! And I was a true member of the family. They loved me, caressed me and continued to call me by my former name. It was dear to me, my old name was Eileen Mayvornin, because my mother gave it to me. She heard him in some song. My new owners knew the song and thought the name was very beautiful. nine0003
My mistress, Mrs. Gray, was thirty years old, and how lovely and charming she was, you simply cannot imagine. And little Sadie was ten years old, like a mother, just as sweet. Sadie wore short dresses and had two brown ponytails hanging down her back.
And the baby was only a year old - chubby, all in dimples, and loved me so much! He was ready to endlessly drag the tail and squeeze, and at the same time burst into his innocent laughter. Mr. Gray was thirty-eight years old. Tall, slender, handsome, starting to go a little bald from his forehead; the movements are quick, decisive, energetic, and not the slightest sentimentality. His well-defined face seemed to radiate a cold light of high intelligence. Mr. Gray was, as they called him, an experimental scientist. I don't know what the word "experimenter" means. Here is my mother, she would immediately set it in motion and thereby make the appropriate impression. She would have been able to knock down their arrogance from any terrier, and there’s nothing to say about a lap dog. However, there are better words than "experimenter". The most magnificent of them is the “laboratory”. Yes, my mother would have caused a real sensation, she would have simply destroyed everyone with this word. nine0003
The laboratory is not a book, not a picture, not the place where they wash their hands, which the college president's dog told us about - no, it's called something else.
The lab is completely different. It is crammed with jars, flasks, bottles, electrical appliances, wires and incomprehensible instruments are everywhere in it. Scientists came here every week, sat down near the instruments, discussed something and made some kind of “experiments” and “discoveries”. I also often came here: I stood and listened, trying to understand what was being said. I did this in memory of my dear mother, although it pained me to think how much she loses by not being here, while I gain nothing. Because no matter how hard I tried, I still did not understand anything from what was happening in the laboratory. nine0003
Sometimes I went into Mrs. Gray's workroom and slept on the floor there, and Mrs. Gray put her legs on me, I kind of served as her bench. The mistress knew that I was pleased, because it was a caress. Sometimes I spent an hour in the nursery, here they bothered me in order, and I was happy. If the nanny needed to be away on business, I guarded the cradle.
And sometimes little Sadie and I would run around the house until we were completely exhausted, and then I would lie down on the grass under a tree and doze in its shade, and Sadie would read a book. And then I went on a visit to one of the neighbors. Very nice, well-bred dogs lived not far from us. One curly-haired Irish setter was especially good, handsome and amiable. His name was Robin Adair, and he was, like me, a Presbyterian: he belonged to a Scottish minister. nine0003
The servants in the house treated me well, everyone loved me, and therefore, as you can see, I had a great life. There could not have been a happier and more grateful dog in the world than I am. I will say about myself - and this is the absolute truth - that I tried my best to behave with dignity. I honored the memory of my mother, I remembered her instructions and tried to earn the happiness that fell to my lot.
Soon my puppy was born, and then the cup of my bliss was filled to the brim. My son was a lovely creature - smooth and soft as velvet, he hobbled so amusingly on his charming clumsy paws.
He had such tender little eyes, such a glorious muzzle. I was so proud of him when I saw how my mistress and her children adore him, how they caress him, how loudly they admire his every sweet movement. No, life was wonderful, amazing...
But winter has come. Once I was guarding a baby in a child, that is, I was lying on the bed next to the cradle in which he slept. The cradle stood near the fireplace. Above it descended a long canopy of transparent fabric, through which everything is visible. The nanny came out of the nursery, the baby and I were left alone and slept peacefully. A spark bounced off a burning log and hit the edge of the canopy. It must have been quiet for a while, but suddenly I was awakened by the cry of a child, and I saw that the whole canopy was on fire, the flame was soaring up to the very ceiling. Terrified, not having time to figure out what I was doing, I jumped off the bed and in a second I was almost at the door. But in the next second, my mother's farewell words sounded in my ears, and I immediately jumped back onto the bed.
Sticking my head through the flames, I began to drag the little one, seizing the belt of my shirt with my teeth, and continued to pull until we both fell to the floor, wrapped in clouds of thick smoke. Then I again grabbed the tiny screaming creature, climbed out the door with him, into the corridor, and with all my might continued to drag on, very excited, but happy and proud of my deed, when suddenly the voice of the owner was heard:0003
- What are you doing, damn animal!
I jumped back and tried to run away, but he showed amazing agility, overtook me and began to beat with his cane. Terrified, I darted from side to side, trying to dodge. But then a strong blow fell on my left front leg, I squealed, fell - and could not rise to my feet again. The owner was about to raise his cane for a new blow, but did not have time to lower it, because at that very moment the nurse’s wild cry resounded throughout the house:0003
- The nursery is on fire!
The master rushed there, and thus the rest of my bones were destined to survive.
The leg hurt terribly, but there was no time to lose, the owner could return at any moment. Somehow I jumped on three legs to the end of the corridor to a narrow dark staircase that led to the attic, where, as I heard, old boxes and other unnecessary rubbish were lying around and where people rarely went. I barely climbed the stairs and, making my way in the dark among all the rubbish, huddled in the farthest corner of the attic. It was foolish to be afraid here, but I was still trembling with fear. I was so frightened that I controlled myself and hardly whined, although I really wanted to whine - because, you know, it helps when something hurts. But it was possible to lick my leg, and I seemed to feel better. nine0003
For half an hour there was turmoil in the house, screams, noise, footsteps were heard. Then everything was quiet. The silence lasted for several minutes, and it was comforting to me. My fears have almost subsided, but fear is worse than pain - much worse. And suddenly I heard a loud voice, from which I froze.
They called me, they called my name, they searched for me!
The voice came from below, the distance muffled it, but this did not lessen my horror. I have never heard anything more terrible than that voice in my life. It spread throughout the house. He seemed to be everywhere at once - in the hallway, in the corridor, in all the rooms of the house, in the basement; then it was heard outside the house, and went somewhere farther and farther ... but then it approached again and again thundered throughout the house. It seemed like he would never stop. Finally it died down, but not before the vague twilight in the attic was replaced by complete darkness. nine0003
In the blessed silence that followed, my fears gradually disappeared, I calmed down and fell asleep. I slept soundly, but I woke up early, before it was light again in the attic. I felt pretty good, the pain in my leg subsided, and I already started to think about how I should proceed. I came up with a great plan. It is necessary to crawl out of the attic, then down the back stairs and hide behind the door leading to the basement.:no_upscale()/cdn.vox-cdn.com/uploads/chorus_asset/file/3369058/i-dont-know.0.png)
When the ice supplier arrives at dawn and starts filling the glacier, I'll slip out into the street and run. I'll hide somewhere for the day, and go on my way at night. Where to? Anywhere; where no one knows me and will not betray me to the owner. I even almost cheered up, but suddenly I remembered: what about my puppy? Can I live without my puppy? nine0003
I was overcome with despair. No, there was no way out, I saw it clearly. We must stay here and wait, and accept everything that is destined for fate. What can you do - such is life, as my mother used to say. But then ... Yes, then they began to call me again, and all my worries returned to me. Master will never forgive me, I told myself. I could not understand what I had done wrong, what caused his anger and disgrace - obviously, it was something that a person understands and that he considers a great offense, but which a dog will never understand. nine0003
Everyone kept calling me. It seemed to me that this had been going on for several days and nights in a row.
I was tormented by hunger and thirst, I felt very weak. When you are very weak, you always sleep a lot, and I slept almost all the time. One day I woke up in fear: it seemed to me that the voice that called me was somewhere very close in the attic. So it actually turned out to be. It called me Sadie. She called and cried. Poor thing, she could hardly pronounce my name from tears, and I could not believe my ears for joy when I heard what Sadie said:
- Come back to us, come back to us! Forgive us... It's so sad without you!
I rushed towards her, squealing loudly in excess of joy and gratitude. The next moment, Sadie was stumbling through the darkness of the attic and screaming at the whole house:
- She was found! Found!..
What days followed, what wonderful days! The mistress herself, and Sadie, and the servants - yes, they all simply doted on me. They only thought how to make my bed softer, and they fed me! It was believed that only game and all sorts of delicacies, which are difficult to get in winter, are suitable for me.
And every day, friends and neighbors came into the house to hear stories about my heroism, as they called what I had done. (“Heroism” means “agriculture,” as I remember my mother explained at one of our meetings. However, she did not explain what “agriculture” meant, only said that it was “a synonym for causality.”) Ten once a day, Mrs. Gray and Sadie told each new guest the story of the fire—how I risked my life to save the little one; and as proof that all this was true, they showed us what burns we both had on our bodies. The guests called me in turn, caressed me, were surprised and gasped. And you should have seen the pride in the eyes of Sadie and her mother. And if someone suddenly asked why I was lame, both were embarrassed and changed the topic of conversation. If the guest persisted with questions, they seemed to me ready to cry. nine0003
My fame didn't end there. About twenty of the most educated and famous scientists came to the host. He called them into the laboratory, and there they discussed the incident during the fire, had serious arguments about me, as if I were some kind of scientific discovery.
Some said that it was amazing that such an act could be done by a dumb creature, that they did not know a more brilliant example of the manifestation of instinct. But the master objected to them resolutely and firmly:
– This is more than instinct, it is reason. And many who bear the title of a person who has received a high privilege of the right to enter the kingdom of heaven, have less intelligence than this poor stupid four-legged, devoid of the hope of eternal salvation. - And then he laughed and added: - No, just look at me! Indeed, this is a complete paradox. No, by God, in spite of all my magnificent intellect, the only thing that occurred to me then was that the dog had gone berserk and would now tear the child to pieces, while if it were not for the mind of this animal - I claim that it is the mind - the child would die! nine0003
They argued and argued, and I - yes, I! – has been the topic and focus of these disputes. If only my mother knew what a great honor fell to my lot! How proud she would be of me!
And then the scientists changed the subject, started talking about optics, as they called it, and argued again: if you hit the brain in a certain way, will it cause blindness or not? But they could not come to an agreement, and they kept repeating that this could only be proved experimentally.
Then the conversation turned to the topic of plants, and then I perked up. In the summer, little Sadie and I planted seeds—I helped dig the holes—and a few days later, from every hole grew a flower, a bush. How this could happen, I have no idea, it's just a miracle. I regretted that I was deprived of the gift of speech, otherwise I would have shown these scientists that here I also understand something. But I was not interested in optics - it was incomprehensible to me. When they returned to this topic again, I got bored and fell asleep. nine0003
Soon spring came, and it became so free, sunny, joyful! My dear lady and her children went to visit relatives, stroking me and my puppy in parting. We were alone with him - the owner was not a company for us - but we had fun with my puppy and the two of us; and the servants treated us kindly, friendly. So we lived well and waited for the return of Mrs. Gray with the children.
But one day scientists gathered in the house again, this time to do the experiment, as they said.
They took my puppy and took it to the lab. I hobbled after them on my three legs. I was proud: I was, of course, very flattered that my puppy was given attention. The scientists were arguing about something, everyone was doing some kind of experiment, and suddenly my puppy squealed piercingly, and they put him on the floor. He took a step, stumbling; his whole head was covered in blood. The owner clapped his hands and exclaimed:
– Well, are you sure? I was right! No, by God, just look: of course, he is completely blind!
And everyone else said:
– Yes, yes, experience has confirmed your theory. From now on, suffering humanity is in great debt to you.
And everyone surrounded the master, shook his hand with feeling, thanked and praised him.
But all this I saw and heard only very vaguely. I ran up to my dear baby, clung to him and began to lick the blood off him, and he pressed his head against me and whimpered softly. I knew in my heart that although he did not see, he could smell me, and he was not so scared and not so hurt, because his mother was nearby.
And then he fell, his velvet nose poked into the floor - and so my puppy remained lying, he no longer moved. nine0003
Here Mr. Gray interrupted the conversation, called the footman and ordered:
- Bury it somewhere in the far corner of the garden.
And again he returned to the conversation. And I, limping, ran after the footman. I was very pleased and grateful - I saw that my puppy was no longer in pain, because he fell asleep.
We reached the very end of the garden, where in the summer all of us - the children, the nanny and I with my puppy - played in the shade of a tall elm; and there the footman dug a hole. I saw that he was going to put my puppy in it, and I was glad that my son would grow up to be as beautiful a dog as Robin Adair, and it would be a wonderful surprise for Mrs. Gray, Sadie, and the little one when they got home. So I tried to help the footman dig the hole, but my broken leg didn't work well. She, you understand, did not bend, - and in order to dig, you have to work with both front paws, otherwise nothing happens.
The footman dug a hole, put my little Robin in it, stroked my head, shed a tear and said:0003
– Eh, you poor dog... You saved his child...
It's been two weeks since I've been in the hole, but my puppy still doesn't show up. The last few days I have been gripped by fear. I'm beginning to think that something happened to my puppy. I don't know what it is, but I'm quite ill with fear. I cannot eat, although the servants bring me the tastiest morsels and all comfort me. Sometimes they even come at night, cry over me and say:
- Poor dog... Well, forget it, calm down, go home, don't break our hearts...
All this only makes me more scared and convinced that something terrible has happened. I have become so weak that since yesterday I can no longer stand on my feet. About half an hour ago, the servants looked at the setting sun - it was just at that moment hiding and there was a hint of night coolness in the air - and they said something that I did not understand, but from their words a chilling cold penetrated my heart:
“Poor things, they don't suspect a thing.
Tomorrow morning they will return and immediately ask: “Where is our dog, where is our heroine?” And who among us has the courage to tell them the truth: “Your faithful four-legged friend has gone to where all the perishing dumb creatures go!” nine0003
Increasing the effectiveness of literary reading lessons through the use of TRIZ technologies
Federal state educational standards of the second generation set the task of improving the quality of education as a primary task facing the modern school. Solving this problem requires teachers to find new ways to organize the educational process. In the light of the implementation of the requirements of the Federal State Educational Standard in elementary school, one of the main tasks of the teacher was to provide conditions for the formation of the creative personality of the younger student. The result of education in elementary school should be the formation of the “ability to learn” in younger students, i.e. the formation of general educational skills and the ability to self-organize their activities, allowing them to solve various educational problems.
Universal learning activities (ULA) provide an opportunity for each student to independently carry out learning activities, set learning goals, seek and use the necessary means and ways to achieve them, be able to control and evaluate learning activities and their results. They create conditions for personal development and self-realization. nine0003
Literary reading is one of the most important subjects in primary school education. It combines intellectual, aesthetic and moral aspects. Fiction also plays a huge role in shaping the spiritual world of the student. It opens the world of beauty to the child, develops his aesthetic feelings. Increasing the effectiveness of a literary reading lesson is the key to improving the quality of education and upbringing in general. TRIZ-technologies contribute to the successful formation of cognitive UUD at the lessons of "Literary Reading". nine0003
When planning lessons, I rely on technologies developed by the authors of the textbook N. N.
Khomenko, A. V. Korzun, T. A. Sidorchuk. "Development of creative imagination and thinking of preschoolers by means of OTSM-TRIZ". TRIZ technologies will help to increase the effectiveness of any lesson, as the main unit of the educational process in elementary school, including the lesson of literary reading. When using TRIZ technologies, knowing its basics, and systematically applying it in my work, I am free to choose the forms of the lesson, methods, techniques that allow me to reveal the idea of the work. It takes a minimum of time to prepare for the lesson, but the lesson is as effective as possible due to its organization. In my work, I use the following TRIZ techniques at literary reading lessons:
• Model "Element - attribute name - attribute value" for considering the constituent parts of the phenomenon under study and their values.
• "Yes-no" - a method of narrowing the search by asking questions that can be answered "yes-no".
• "Morphological box - piggy bank" technique for creating an information piggy bank and subsequent construction of definitions when studying linguistic concepts.
The piggy bank is universal, it can be used on various subjects: in literary reading - a piggy bank of rhymes, metaphors; a piggy bank of personal qualities for the characteristics of heroes. nine0003
• "Create a passport" method for systematization, generalization of the acquired knowledge; to highlight essential and non-essential features of the phenomenon under study; creating a brief description of the concept under study, comparing it with other similar concepts. This is a universal technique for compiling a generalized description of the phenomenon under study according to a certain plan. Can be used to create characterizations of characters in literary works
• “Planning/Storyboarding” for drawing up a simple and detailed outline of a read work. After analyzing the work, you can invite the children to make “riddles” (encoded or mysterious text) about the heroes of this work. The model is taken as a basis: “someone did something, and it turned out”, “someone was somehow, and something happened”.
You can solve riddles with the help of the game "Yes - no". nine0003
Then the students themselves will code the well-known characters. Therefore, having compiled two models of riddles: "The hero - his action - a consequence of this action" and "The hero - his property - a consequence of this property." We also found out which words can be used to encode the object of the works and their actions: Coding the object. His action. consequence of this action. He, she, they, someone, some, someone. What he did, what he does, what he will do. For one object or group of objects. The presented approach can serve as a promising basis for building technologies for teaching children to understand the meaning of narrative works created by means of fine arts. On the basis of mini-studies that are carried out by children on the plot of works, a piggy bank of character traits, passports of the work itself and its heroes, passports of magical objects are compiled. At the heart of any passport is the model "Element - Feature Names - Feature Values" - the main tool for learning to build information models.
The result of the study of the topic will be a passport of the genre. Children are free to navigate in the genre variety of works presented in textbooks on "Literary Reading". In order for children to fully experience the character of the hero, his actions and the consequences of these actions, there is a technique of "5 questions to the hero", when children think over what they can ask the hero. nine0003
Based on the techniques and methods of TRIZ-technologies for literary reading, I compiled a lesson in the 3rd grade on the educational system "School 2100" by R. N. Buneev, E. V. Buneeva.
Topic : Analysis of the characters' problems with the help of the "Literary riddle" technique based on the work of V. Dragunsky "Smoke and Anton".
Goals: Educational aspect: to teach children to code the content of literary works, to form the ability to ask questions that narrow the search field for unknown objects, to develop the ability to analyze situations through text analysis.
nine0136 Developmental aspect: to develop students' speech, creative thinking, emotional sphere, imagination, voluntary attention. Educational aspect: to cultivate a sense of kindness, respect and love for all living things.
Tasks: To form a culture of reading through the ability to navigate the source of information, systematize information. Develop students' speech using creative thinking technology. Cultivate a sense of kindness, respect, love for all living things. nine0003
Equipment: Exhibition of books by V. Dragunsky, cards with characteristics of heroes, a scheme of riddles, tables - blanks (object - description of an object - actions, deeds), felt-tip pens.
Lesson structure
I .Organization of the lesson. The topic of the lesson.
- Today at the lesson we will get acquainted with another work by Viktor Dragunsky "Dymka and Anton". Consider the steps of the lesson. What other works of Viktor Dragunsky do you know? ( nine0136 exhibition of books by V.
Dragunsky )
II . Acquaintance with the text (p. 87, textbook of literary reading R. N. Buneev, E. V. Buneeva).
1. Reading the story.
- Let's read the story of V. Dragunsky and try to remember the heroes of the story and the events that happened to them. ( In the course of reading work on the word "riding breeches".)
—From whose face is the story being told? (I) What is the name of the hero? (Deniska). Why? Into how many parts did the author divide his work? (2). Let's get back to part 1, shall we? With whom did our hero make friends? nine0003
2. Work on 1 part of the work
- Let's create a passport for our literary heroes (Work in groups)
Literary hero's passport (sample answers)
| Name | Smoke |
| Created by | nine0002 V. Dragunsky |
| Registration | Dymka and Anton |
| Appearance | Beautiful eyes, shaggy, in woolen breeches… |
| Personal qualities | Kind, beautiful, calm, smart… |
| Name | Anton |
| Created by | V. Dragunsky nine0207 |
| Registration | Dymka and Anton |
| Appearance | Three legs. |
| Personal qualities | Tramp, bully, thief, smart… |
Work analysis. Recognize the hero ( Passports are being collected )
—Let's recognize the heroes by the passport you have drawn up. What smoke? (appearance) Which Anton? What are the personal qualities of the characters? ( different ) Why did Anton, having a master, lose his leg. (There was a tramp, disappeared) And what was good about Anton? ( Prove with words from text )
— The author ends the first part like this. “And this is what happened once”
III . Encoding riddles
- Now we will see which of us was attentive when reading the story. I encoded with the help of a riddle one of the heroes of this work. What game will help us solve the riddle? (Yes - no)
On the screen is a riddle : Someone went somewhere,
And so something disappeared.
- What objects need to be solved in the riddle? ( nine0136 Words named by children - underline). Who is someone? ( Children's sample questions) Since this is someone, is it a living object? (Yes). It's a dog (yes). Does he live with the owner? (yes) She has 3 legs (no). She is kind, calm (yes)
- Let's clarify the riddle? What part of the riddle is inaccurate? (first)
- Do you agree with the reason for the loss of the bone? What phrase can we insert instead of the wrong one? ( Left something ). Read the corrected riddle. nine0003
Someone left something ,
and therefore something
- Prove the correctness of the ending of our puzzle by the consideration from the text. Then Smokey came and saw that the bone was gone. Why did this happen? We will have to figure it out .
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IV . Work on filling in the table of descriptions of heroes.
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1.- I know you can make riddles too. But in order to make them interesting, it is necessary to collect as much information about the characters as possible and understand their behavior. The table will help us with this.
— Tell me how many literary characters are in this story (5) (Mom's actions are analyzed orally)
Object
Actions and deeds
objects
Problem
Smoke
Calm, proud,
smart
To forgive or not to forgive
| Object | Object character properties | Actions and deeds nine0002 objects | Problem |
| Murzik | Just a cat. | Fled from Dymka. | Escape |
Calm
| Object | Object character properties | Actions and deeds objects | Problem |
| Anton | nine0002 Sly, dexterous, impudent, | Clawed, ran away, laughed, no conscience | Realize and obey |
| Object | Object character properties | nine0002 Actions and deeds objects | Problem |
| Deniska | Observant, loves dogs | Observed. | nine0002 Reconcile friends |
Managed to find the right words Only heroes are listed in the table. Description of the heroes and their actions can be found in the text. It is better to work in groups. Each group collects information from the text about the objects indicated in the table. Try to correlate the properties of the characters of objects and their actions.
2. Checking the work performed. (Ready-made tables are posted on the board.) Students in intergroup work compare each other's work, supplement the tables as necessary. To supplement the information, the children's works are issued, but with other objects. (Again posted on the board)
— In intergroup work, complete the information, but only with other objects.
—Who do you think is the main character in this story? (Dymka, Anton) And I think that Murzik, ( my opinion, .
.. children prove ) if Murzik had not appeared, then this story would not have happened. Let's take a look at our hero.
| Murzik | Just a cat. Calm | Fled from Dymka. | Escape |
-Why did he run away? ( saved his life ) Did he solve his problem?
| Smoke | Calm, proud, smart nine0207 | Chased Murzik, lost a bone, irresponsible, trusting | To forgive or not to forgive |
-Why did Dymka smart and calm run after Murzik? ( didn't like cats, all dogs do this)
—She was upset when she saw that there was no bone, but Anton was nearby.
—How did she understand that Anton had stolen the bone? ( nine0136 confirm with words from text ) “She looked ... that he had no conscience and walked away.” What happened to Dymka (offended) resentment ( glory opens on the board )
| Anton | Sly, dexterous, impudent, thief. | Clawed, ran away, laughed, no conscience | nine0002 Realize and obey |
-How can you forgive him when he snapped, ran away, laughed, and he has no conscience. Who helped sort this out? (Denis)
| Deniska | observant, loving Dogs. | Observed. Managed to find the right words nine0207 | Reconcile friends |
- Why did Deniska decide to help his friends? Did Anton manage to find the right words? Did Dymka forgive Anton? How did she do it? (confirm with words from the text) " She looked, ... forgave, means ". Why did Dymka manage to forgive Anton, he is a tramp, a thief and he has no conscience ( remorse) Maybe he is not to blame for stealing the bone? ( nine0136 it was life that taught him how to get food and survive ... then I realized, as he was becoming extremely smart
- Is it necessary to forgive in life. What is the life rule, we brought out? (the ability to forgive ) There are proverbs in green envelopes, which of the proverbs will suit our work. (Only the strong know how to forgive.)
1.
Stronger than all victories is forgiveness.
2. Those you love, you forgive.
3. We must learn to forgive. nine0003
4. Only the strong can forgive.
Why did we analyze the characters and their actions in such detail ? ( To make up riddles)
V . Self-compilation of riddles by students.
1. Riddler model. You know how to make riddles on your own, but I would like to clarify the model of the riddle.
Riddler Model
| Object coding | His actions or character | Consequences of this action |
| He, she, they, someone, someone. | What did you do? What is he doing? What will do? What is his character? | nine0002 For one object or group of objects. |
Someone Something
O 1 action O 2 consequence
2. Distribution of duties.
- We will work in groups. Each group will write a riddle about their hero. You need to work quietly so that others do not hear the name of your hero. Next, the students are given envelopes containing the names of the characters: Anton, Dymka, Deniska, Murzik. (If children prefer to work on their own, this should not be discouraged.) nine0137
3. Guessing riddles.
4. Conclusion on this stage.
VI . Summary of the lesson.
1. Reflection.
— Why did we use the "literary riddle" technique in the lesson? ( Based on the characteristics and analysis of the problems of literary heroes, the search field was narrowed down .) - Did you understand how the problems were solved in this work? (Dymka forgave Anton) - Could such a situation happen to people? ( nine0136 Allegory - artistic comparison in the images and behavior of animals acquires a figurative meaning).
— Have you ever forgiven? I will not ask when and who was forgiven - this is a personal . Christians have forgiveness Sunday, everyone asks forgiveness from each other.
4. Assessment
5. Homework. Reread the work. Write a mini essay on the topic "My attitude to Anton" or "My attitude to Dymka". I would like to end the lesson with a proverb: “He who is truly kind can easily forgive”
Mastering the material in such lessons is easier for children. Students show more interest in learning. Reading works does not become a formal preparation for the answer in the lesson, but the need for knowledge, self-improvement. At each lesson, students, working with a work, not only develop their reading skills, but also learn to use reading as a means to obtain information and enrich their reading experience, and also discover the world of beauty, enriching their spiritual world. nine0003
The choice of TRIZ tools depends on the goals that I set for myself in a particular lesson, the level of complexity of the work, the level of development of students' abilities, the degree of interest and personal experience in terms of applying the elements of this technology.
