Berestov Tricky mushrooms, methodological development for reading (grade 2) on the topic. The poet's childish soul. Alexander Beresnev

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Tricky mushrooms

• Vlasova Antonina Mikhailovna
• If we frown in the morning,
• Kindness will help us.
• Stand up, children, pull yourself up
• And smile at each other!
• To know a lot, you must not be lazy!

To get an A, you have to work hard!

Yellow sun on earth...

Yellow sunflower behind the sun...

Yellow pears on the branches...

Yellow leaves from the trees...

(looks).

(watches).

(hanging).

(fly).

– Fill in the missing words in the poem

Speech warm-up

Hanging

Watching

They're flying

looks

• Continue the sentence

TO KNOW

Mushrooms are...

2. GET TO KNOW a new type of text that contains...... information.

Work plan

• DETERMINE the order of work.
• Comparison of texts.

Work plan

• What are mushrooms?
• Comparison of texts.
• DETERMINE the order of work.

Working from the textbook

– What new things did you learn from the article you read?

– How many types of mushrooms are there?

– What mushrooms is the article talking about? – What is the name of the person who writes??

scientific texts

Universal encyclopedias

Poisonous mushrooms - have toxicity that does not disappear after processing! Poisoning is sometimes fatal! There are over 100 species in Russia edible mushrooms

, however, just over 100 species of mushrooms are eaten.

mushrooms

• The sun lifts us up to exercise.
• The sun lifts us up to exercise.
• We raise our hands at the command “one”
• And above them the foliage rustles merrily.
• We lower our hands on the command “two”.
• Let's collect berries and mushrooms in baskets
• We bend down together on the command “three”.
• We will jump together on “four” and “five”.
• Well, on the command “six”

Everyone sit down quietly at their desks.

Physical education minute

Gray hats. Speckled legs. They grow under the birch tree. What are their names?

boletus

And this handsome guy has a little white leg. He is wearing a red hat with polka dots on the hat.

fly agaric

Among the young pines, in a shiny dark cap, a fungus grows....

Oiler

Now in yellow, now in greenish,

Either in red or grayish,

Pack it up, don't hesitate, it's...

Russula

Valentin Dmitrievich Berestov

Berestov V.D. - poet, prose writer, translator,

folklore researcher, historian –

born in the city of Meshchovsk Kaluga

areas in the teacher's family.

He began writing poetry since childhood. During

war, in 1942, in evacuation in Tashkent

met K.I. Chukovsky and A.A. Akhmatova, who treated him and the beginning of his work with great interest. The first collection of poems, “Sailing,” was published in 1967. and received recognition from readers, poets and critics.

In the same year, the first book for children, “About the Car,” was published.

This was followed by collections of poems for children and adults.

V. Berestov

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The path took me away

From the porch into the thick forest.

I'm not a little basket case,

And he took the basket with him.

I looked under the bumps

Under birch stumps.

Oh, and tricky mushrooms!

Where did they hide?

In vain I looked for them under the aspen tree

And I looked under the spruce in vain.

Apparently I'm a big basket case

I scared all the mushrooms.

• What mood did this poem make you feel? Why?
• Texts that convey the feelings and mood of the author are called artistic.
• Which lines from the poem did you find funny?
• Where did the author look for mushrooms? (find in the text and read).
• How did the author scare the mushrooms?
• Could the author really scare the mushrooms with a large basket?
• With what intonation should this poem be read?

Analysis of the poem

• You have to get up earlier to pick mushrooms.
• They are looking for mushrooms - they are scouring the forest.
• Without bending down to the ground, you won’t raise the fungus.

• 1. To pick mushrooms, you need to…
• 2. If you find a mushroom, don’t rush to pull it out by the roots, it’s better to trim it….
• 3. You can’t scatter the forest floor, you’ll destroy...
• 4. Do not collect old and wormy mushrooms- they may contain...
• 5. Don’t pick mushrooms in vain, they feed on them
many...

Rules for collecting mushrooms

mycelium

animals

Alexander Beresnev is known as a poet who wrote poems for children. And for every person it is in early childhood the most important thing is to touch the world of beauty when you listen to grandmother's tales, fantasize about different countries and adventures, you read kind and smart books written by a person who has not lost his childish perception of the world.

Siberian girls and boys are lucky because they have a unique opportunity to get acquainted with the work of the wonderful children's poet Alexander Mikhailovich Beresnev. He has published 15 books and in each of them the poet looks at the world through the eyes of a child, full of life, joy and wonderful discoveries.

Alexander Mikhailovich Beresnev was born on January 29, 1936 in the city of Toguchin. Novosibirsk region in a family with five children. He was two years old when the family moved to the village of Promyshlenny Kemerovo region. All of Alexander’s most cherished things are connected with this workers’ settlement, which in the days of his childhood and youth resembled a large village. And wherever he traveled, wherever he wandered around the world, the road always led him to his native places. He dedicates one of the poems, “In the Native Land,” to the village of Promyshlenny, where he spent his childhood and youth.

***
Okay, have fun in the summer!
Birds are flying high,
The rye sways in the wind,
It's like he's bowing to me.

Invites you to swim
Quiet river Inya,
The forest welcomes you warmly
I’m beckoning to the log for berries.

The noise of birches, a sandpiper on a hummock,
Chimes of streams
The lines tell me
Simple poems.

In 1941, his father, Mikhail Danilovich, worked in the paramilitary guards at railway, went to the front and died. The Beresnev family was destined to have plenty of grief and need. From an early age, the boy Sasha, like all children of the war, in addition to studying, worked on the collective farm, helped his mother Anna Ilyinichna with the housework. Every summer he worked in the hayfield to stock up on hay for his nursing cow.

And in free time loved to climb into the hayloft or go into the forest. Nature native land made an indelible impression on Alexander Beresnev. “I went to the forest not only for its gifts. From there I returned with a large basket of new poems,” the poet himself said frankly.
He read a lot. He borrowed books from neighbors and teachers. He especially loved fairy tales and poems by Russian classical poets: A. Pushkin, M. Lermontov and others.

***
Early in the morning
I'm used to getting up.
I'm herding a cow
Not quite usual.

I don't follow her
With a long twig
I read fairy tales
Lying under an aspen tree.

Like then Pestrushka
Can I find it?
Just a tranny for her
I hang it around my neck.

Sasha’s writing talent was first felt by his mother Anna Ilyinichna. She was his first grateful listener and adviser. Of the five children, she singled him out; she even bought him an accordion with her last money. At the school where Sasha studied, there was a literary and creative association of young poets, and he was one of the active members of this circle.

***
I climbed a birch tree.
I see a herd, a distant forest.
There are trucks gathering dust,
There are fishermen fishing
I am a high altitude climber.
Suddenly I heard:
“Come on, get off!”
Mom threatens me with a rod,
I'm going down to my mother.
And what happened to me then,
Figure it out for yourself.

Already in school years Sasha spoke with his poems in the wall press, in the regional newspaper "Red Banner". His poems were read at school evenings and published in the school literary and creative magazine “Youth”. He composed dedication poems to his classmates, friends, and for holidays. Sasha Beresnev sent his first poems to the children's magazines “Veselye Kartinki” and “Murzilka” and was very happy when the poems were published in the magazines.

***
We tumbled in the snowdrifts
And we went ice skating.
And then we had a snowball fight
Behind the village in the bushes.

The bear hid behind the branches.
But in vain: at that very moment
My well-aimed snowball landed
Right on target: by the collar.

The sun has set on the aspen tree,
The winter day is dying out.
We're going home hugging each other
Hats pulled to one side.

After graduating from school in 1955, Alexander entered the Kemerovo pedagogical institute, but due to lack of money he was forced to give it up. After graduating from TU-1 in the city of Leninsk-Kuznetsky, he worked for one year as an underground electric locomotive driver in a mine.
His work was noticed by the Kuzbass poet Gennady Yurov and invited him to work for the Promyshlennovsky district newspaper “Krasnoe Znamya”, where Beresnev subsequently worked for many years as a literary employee. His first poems appeared in this newspaper, about which he wrote: “This newspaper is my poetic cradle. Just like the rivers Kamysla, Inya, the ravine near Kamenka, the fields and forests of my native region, without which not a single book of mine would exist.”

***
Kamysla, Kamysla -
Tiny river.
Inconspicuous and small
But visible from the porch.

It was easy for him to work at the newspaper, he wrote as if playfully, he had practically no defective materials. In 1967, Alexander Semenovich Tarasov came to work at the Krasnoe Znamya editorial office, where he met Alexander Beresnev, who by that time had already worked at the newspaper for 9 years and had good journalistic experience. Alexander Semenovich emphasized that Beresnev greatly helped his development as a journalist and opened up a lot for him in poetry and literature in general.

The poet Leonid Mikhailovich Gerzhidovich also worked with Beresnev in the same newspaper.
“Beresnev, with whom I had the opportunity to work as a correspondent for the Krasnoye Znamya newspaper in the Promyshlennovsky district in my youth, helped me find the path to real poetry. When we met years later, all we talked about was poetry. He was always a boy in the best sense this word! I wrote, one might say, poems not for children, but about myself,” recalled Leonid Gerzhidovich.

***
Quite a few things
Accumulated in the pantry:
File, Soldering Iron,
Two old hacksaws.

A plane without a handle,
Moped pedal.
Broken headlight -
A gift from a neighbor.

A circle of electrical tape,
Screwdriver and pliers,
How good
The right things!

But mom doesn't know
Mom swears:
"When you're closet
Clear away the clutter.

Alexander Mikhailovich valued friendship very much and always provided help to those who needed it. “We were very friendly. I wrote poems for children under his influence. He read my poems and gave me an assessment. He was always objective,” recalled another poet, Vladimir Matveev.

A strong male friendship connected Alexander Beresnev with the former photojournalist of the Krasnoe Znamya newspaper K.S. Belov. He also grew up without a father, taught himself to read, write, and compose poetry, went through the war and returned home with awards. Belov believed that the meeting and friendship with the fellow countryman poet A. Beresnev was a bright ray in his life.

In 1962, Alexander Mikhailovich Beresnev was accepted as a member of the Union of Journalists of the USSR. But the year 1966 turned out to be truly fateful for Beresnev. A regional seminar of young writers of Kuzbass was held in Kemerovo, to which a modest rural youth, Alexander Beresnev, came from Promyshlennaya. He was worried when he was asked to read his poems. It is quite possible that this trip might not have become a turning point in the life of Sasha Beresnev if Evgeny Buravlev had not paid attention to one sweet, ingenuous poem “The Prankster Cat”.

***
The cat Vasily said:
He got his paw into the sour cream.
Vaska’s mother immediately walked out the door:
“Now you’ll freeze!”

Even though he is of bad character,
I feel sorry for the cat to tears:
After all, he is completely barefoot
They are thrown out into the cold.

Evgeny Buravlev noticed and appreciated Beresnev’s abilities and recognized him as a children’s poet. He selected 12 poems for his future book and himself came up with its name - “Snow Maiden”. This was Beresnev’s first collection of poetry, published by the Kemerovo book publishing house in 1967, and which young readers immediately fell in love with.

***
Knocking carefully,
The Snow Maiden entered the hall:
“Allow me, if possible?..
I brought gifts..."

Alexander was very lucky that on his way he met a good, sensitive, attentive person who opened the way to poetry and took care of him in a fatherly way. WITH light hand Evgeniy Buravlev published several poetry collections by A. M. Beresnev. “I am eternally grateful to fate - it gave me a meeting with Buravlev. I was in love with him. “Into the smoke,” in a boyish way. Everyone was going to tell him about it. Did not have time. I’m late,” Beresnev later wrote bitterly. On the advice of Buravlev, Alexander sent his poems to a creative competition at the Literary Institute. Gorky. He took a creative competition and passed entrance exams and was admitted to the Literary Institute.

***
In the stream, in the depths,
Stars float on the bottom.
I catch them, I catch them in silence
Both with hands and with a net.

I'm wandering on water in vain.
Where are the stars, you? Where?
I looked into the sky. Here they are!
Like distant lights.

Smiling and teasing
They look at me from above.
How did they fly up?
Try it here and figure it out!

While working in the editorial office of the Krasnoe Znamya newspaper, Alexander Beresnev continued to write poetry, becoming more and more involved in poetry. His poems were published in regional and district newspapers, constantly published in central children's magazines, and sounded in radio broadcasts of the Pioneer Dawn. They became known to children and adults.

***
A fontanelle was born in the forest,
I made my way to the spring sun
And he purred victoriously,
And skipping
Like a boy
He ran along the path.

The poems that Alexander Beresnev wrote consist of hundreds of little things dear to a child’s heart: running barefoot along the paths, swimming in the river, helping adults as much as possible, children’s games and hobbies. That is why the poems from the poet’s pen are so understandable and close to children.

***
The whole family is mowing.
I also took the scythe in my hands.
The grandfather came up with a smile:
- Ehe-he! There is no skill!
Hold your scythe like this.
And you will learn - it’s a trifle!
I said: - Thank you, grandfather,
For support and advice.
I held it this way and that -
No, it’s not going well!
Whack - and into the ground,
Whack - and into the stump.
So I suffered all day.
I'll still learn!

After graduating from the Moscow Printing Institute, Alexander Beresnev moved to Novosibirsk. Worked as a correspondent for the newspaper “Evening Novosibirsk”. In 1979, he moved to the large-circulation newspaper of the instrument-making plant, Rabochaya Tribuna. At first he was an ordinary employee, then - the editor of this newspaper. Beresnev worked for several years as an editor in the editorial office fiction at the West Siberian Book Publishing House. Then he was a radio broadcast correspondent at one of the closed factories in Novosibirsk.
Nadezhda Gerasimova, CEO The Novosibirsk book publishing house remembers Beresnev with a warm feeling: “Beresnev was a kind person. He had a very open face and clear eyes. He knew how to enjoy the little things in life. He understood the children very well.”

***
Scooped it up with buckets
Water from the stream
And in a bucket of sunshine
Suddenly I saw it.

Birds are pouring
Beyond the river in the forest.
Show two suns
I’m bringing it to grandma...

With such a burden I
It's fun to walk.
Just like sunshine
I can't spill it.

In addition to journalistic and editorial work, Alexander Beresnev still wrote children's poems. He devoted a lot of attention to the education of young talents. He especially supported those who were partial to poetry.

Alexander Beresnev's poems were constantly published in the newspaper "Evening Novosibirsk", and his poetic selections were illustrated by the best artists of the city. Famous children's poets: Elena Blaginina, Agnia Barto, Sergei Mikhalkov and other masters of artistic expression highly valued Beresnev's work and considered him one of the most talented Siberian poets who write poetry for children. Literary criticism noted the subtle lyrical talent of the author, his ability to feel the child’s soul and spoke with approval about the poet’s work on the pages of the magazines “Siberian Lights”, “Children’s Literature” and other periodicals.

***
Oh, it was necessary
This will happen:
Seven feathers on the way
The firebird dropped.

And the wind found them
He whistled: “Where from?”
Who's lost here
Seven-colored miracle?

Collected, laid out
In the heights in a semicircle -
And a rainbow flashed
Bright over the meadow.

Alexander Beresnev was constantly drawn to Kuzbass, closer to native land and in 1986 he moved to Kemerovo and became editor of the Kemerovo book publishing house. By this time, he had published more than a dozen books of poems for children. They went out to different time in Kemerovo, Novosibirsk and Moscow.

In January 1987, the West Siberian Book Publishing House published the last lifetime collection A. Beresneva “Snowdrop”. The preface in the book is written by Elena Blaginina: “These poems, dear reader, will float to you like a ship, helmed by miracle sailors. Their names: Warm heart, Fun, Joy, Spring wind, Mushroom rain, Rainbow, Working hands. They also have a captain - Good word. If you sail on this boat, I think it will give you pleasure. Happy sailing!

The poetry collection by A. M. Beresnev “Snowdrop” includes poems that can easily and simply explain everything mysterious that happens in living and inanimate nature, and most importantly, they give a hint on how to behave correctly so as not to disturb the harmony existing in nature: “ Living water", "Tricky mushrooms", "Who grows faster?".
We learn that nature is a good healer from the poem “My Doctor Aibolit”:

***
I scratched my leg
When I ran to my friends.
But I didn't cry at all
And he cured himself.
Plantain for the wound
I pasted it and then
I step carefully
Bandaged it with a bandage.
You can jump over bumps
And run around the willow trees.
Thank you, plantain,
My doctor Aibolit!

Unfortunately, in real life The poet was burdened by family instability. The family did not work out; he had a hard time being separated from his son Seryozha, whom he loved very much. And in general, a lot of things were perceived by him, a direct, sincere man, in his own way, with an admixture of mental pain. It is no coincidence that even when he laughed, his eyes remained sad, probably because he took everything that happened in life to heart. Only in letters to his closest friends did he admit how cold and uncomfortable he was alone.

But in A. Beresnev’s poems one does not see melancholy and sadness. The country of his poems is a country of cloudless childhood. Since in childhood Alexander was known as a great dreamer, it was not difficult for him to see “the sky, forest and clouds” in an ordinary stream. He even has a poem called “Everything is like something.”

***
On a clear night in the blue sky
The crescent moon is like a slice of melon.

Capsized boats
Like soldier caps.

Clouds are drifts of snow.
I wish I could run on them!

Look: this hedgehog looks amazingly similar
A ball of needles, long and prickly.

Wheel - letter O,
On the steering wheel and the ring.

A mushroom for an umbrella, a dumpling for a hat,
Brother - like mom, I - like dad.

Like all children, Alexander loved to dream. In his dreams, he was carried away far, far away, to where lands unknown to him lay, where there was a lot of interesting things. He always wanted to know as much as possible.

***
I want
Sit on a bitch
If they call
Reply: “Ku-ku.”

Often I also
I dream about
To go for a ride
Riding on a cloud.

Quick cut
Fly over the river
Sky and sun
Touch it with your hand!

Everything the poet came into contact with in childhood shaped his character. Communication with nature, respect for his parents, sincere friendship with his comrades filled his heart with love for his father’s home, for that small homeland, where you can see the main thing that can become your destiny. And fate was destined for him to become a poet.

***
A lark sang in the sky,
The bell rang.
Frolic in the blue
I hid the song in the grass.
The one who finds the song
It will be fun all year long!

Alexander Beresnev has three wonderful cycles of poems dedicated to the seasons: “Letter to Winter”, “Thawed Lands”, “Suns in Buckets”. The poet's favorite time of year was spring. He dedicated more than one poem to her.

***
IN blue sky over the hill
Spring thunder roared.
Two birches with fright
We looked at each other:

They won't understand when they're asleep,
Why is the distance so bright?
And the stream laughs loudly:
“It’s spring, spring has come!”

And rereading the poems of A. M. Beresnev, you enjoy each of them. After all, there is so much kindness, light, and joy of life in them. That very life, which is especially bright and unique only in childhood sensations.

***
The path took me away
From the porch into the thick forest
I'm not a little basket case,
And he took the basket with him.

I looked under the bumps
Under birch stumps.
Oh, and tricky mushrooms!
Where did they hide?

In vain I looked for them under the aspen tree
And I looked under the spruce in vain.
Apparently I'm a big basket case
I scared all the mushrooms.

Alexander Beresnev's lines are easy and understandable for children. Reading them, they instantly become the boys and girls the poet describes. Each line is like a video: here I am in the village, here in the garden, here in the forest, but here I am splashing through puddles, sitting on a rubble, jumping over hummocks, watching starlings, catching fish. Children begin to realize that everything that is written in the poet’s poems is dear to them, they love all of it.

***
Come to the garden
Watch the poppy bloom

How to play hide and seek
Cucumbers in the garden.

Like sunflowers in potatoes
They stretch their palms towards the sun.

Like morning dew
The beans have shiny mustaches.

Everything grows, everything blooms,
No one is cramped.

Come to the garden:
Very interesting!

Alexander Mikhailovich often spoke to children's audiences and enjoyed well-deserved success with readers. One of the main advantages of his poetry is that he aroused in children a constant interest in their native land, in their father’s house. His poems warm the heart, are easy to remember, and have not lost their charm today. They instill in children a desire for beauty, sincerity, and humanity. Yes, he was like that - able to find a whole treasure trove of joys in the familiar and everyday. He opened the earthly world and its sunny sides to the children. That’s why Alexander Beresnev is still with us.

***
By the swamp in the evening
I met a sandpiper.
And under the rustle of the reeds
I asked the sandpiper:

Show me the chicks!
- Always ready for you.
Look here, under the bush!
Only quietly: they are sleeping.

Everyone is beautiful, long-nosed,
They love mosquitoes...
If there are no more questions,
Goodbye! Be healthy!

The poet passed away in July 1987, at the age of 51, at the peak of his talent, without having time to realize many of his plans. The author never managed to see his last book, “How We Milked the Cow,” in printed form.
But nothing in our life disappears without a trace. Beresnev's poems are destined to have a long life. The memory of him is alive.

***
Muddy streams ran away
In a spoon, in the vicinity.
The sun shines its rays
In the Christmas tree needles.

The starling sings greetings,
Everyone is happy about the sun.
Today the sun will begin to sew
Spring outfits.

In order to preserve the name and work of Alexander Beresnev in the memory of many generations of Kuzbass and Kemerovo residents, on the initiative of the staff of the Central Children's Library, with the support of the Department of Culture, Sports and Youth Policy of the Administration of the City of Kemerovo, the education department of the Territorial Administration of the Leninsky District, the Kemerovo branch of the Union of Writers of Russia, the Local Lore Museum of the village of Promyshlennoye, where the poet lived and worked, and numerous readers and admirers of his work, in August 2003 the Children's Library of the city of Kemerovo was named after A. M. Beresnev.

The A. M. Beresnev Literary and Local Lore Museum has been created in the library. The museum stores, studies and exhibits literary heritage poet. Here are: thematic electronic database data, works by A. M. Beresnev, as well as materials related to his life and work. In 1987, at the opening celebration of Children's Book Week in the Children's Library of Kemerovo, Alexander Mikhailovich presented his book of poems “Snowdrop”. This meeting is captured in photographs kept in the museum's collections. Novosibirsk State Regional science Library shared materials about the poet’s work from books published in Novosibirsk - this is an article from the collection “Faces of Siberian Literature”, a selection of poems by A. Beresnev from the newspaper “Evening Novosibirsk”, articles from the encyclopedias: “Literature and Writers of Siberia”, “Encyclopedia of Novosibirsk Journalism” " The collections of the Russian State Archive of Literature and Art contain letters and postcards from Alexander Beresnev addressed to the famous children's poetess Elena Blaginina and her letters to the poet. The library museum has scanned copies of them. The museum staff maintains contacts with poets and writers who knew and loved Alexander Beresnev, corresponds with his friends, relatives and friends, coordinates work with the local history museum and the Central Regional Library of the village of Promyshlennoye.

***
Ruffs cannot be caught in any way.
But I caught it in the river:
First the shoe
Then the backpack
And then two bridles.
Little brother whispers by the river,
Holding a mug of worms:
“Please catch the skates,
And at the same time a stick.”

The A. M. Beresnev Museum hosts excursions and literary hours “The Good Word of the Poet,” dedicated to the life and work of the poet; readers get acquainted with the exhibition about Beresnev, with the virtual museum “Quiet Homeland - My Little Fairy Tale”, with an electronic collection of his poems. Museum visitors are given a coloring bookmark with a poem or a small book of poems by A. M. Beresnev. Beresnev Readings are held once every three years.

In October 2013, as part of the IV Beresnev Readings, a memorial plaque of the poet, whose name the library has been named since 2003, was unveiled on the building of the children's library. For the holiday, dedicated to the day birth of Alexander Mikhailovich Beresnev, young fellow countrymen of the poet come from the Promyshlennovsky district, students of Titovskaya secondary school. Thanks to their teacher L.N. Ovchinnikova, from the first grade they get acquainted with the work of Alexander Beresnev. The guys read the poet's poems and play literary games and draw their favorite characters from poems.

***
A woodpecker knocks on the worm's door:
"Knock-Knock! Knock-Knock!
Welcome guests, buddy,
I am your friend, an old friend!

The worm got scared
Locked the doors with a hook.
And an acquaintance shouts at the knock:
“Don't knock! I'm not at home!"

School No. 56 in the village of Promyshlenny also honors the memory of its famous student. “Beresnev Readings” are held every year. The museum of the history of the school has an exhibition dedicated to the poets of Russia, graduates of the school, including E. S. Buravlev and A. M. Beresnev. Their letters, photographs, newspaper articles, memoirs and dedicatory books are also kept here. In 1986, Alexander Beresnev was the guest of honor at the anniversary party of his native school and presented his books.

The kind word of the poet Alexander Mikhailovich Beresnev is our common joy, and both adults and children need to touch it. One of his poems contains wonderful words - “I wish you, birds, warmth and goodness...”. These words sound like parting words and a testament to the younger generation from a talented poet, so that young readers will carry these words throughout their lives and be as kind, sensitive and happy as Alexander Beresnev himself and his poems.

***
I'll spread my arms -
And I run
Stay
I can not.

I'm rushing through the meadow
Go-go,
Like a jet
Airplane.

I'm running
I scream for joy
A little bit more
And I will fly!

Photo from the poet's archive

Printed:

Tyushina, Ekaterina Poet for children. Alexander Beresnev // Krasnaya Gorka. Vol. 6. – Kemerovo, 2006. – P. 192-194.

V. Berestov “Tricky mushrooms”

G. Nizhny Novgorod Kulkova Svetlana Andreevna

Under the bushes

Under the sheets

We hid in the grass

Look for us in the forest yourself

We will not shout to you: “Ay!”

It was previously believed that mushrooms were plants.

But now scientists distinguish them into a special kingdom of living nature, which is called mushrooms. There are many mushrooms in the world, about one hundred thousand species. And they are all very, very different.

Boletus, boletus, porcini mushroom,

fly agaric, tinder fungus growing on a tree trunk, or mold covering the crust of bread - all these are mushrooms.

(From the encyclopedia)

boletus

Porcini

boletus

Valentin Dmitrievich

Berestov

Berestov V.D. - poet, prose writer, translator,

twentieth century, folklore researcher,

born in the city of Meshchovsk Kaluga

areas in the teacher's family.

He began writing poetry since childhood. During

war, in 1942, in evacuation in Tashkent

I met K.I. Chukovsky and A.A. Akhmatova, who treated him and the beginning of his work with great interest and care. The first collection of poems, “Sailing,” was published in 1967. and received recognition from readers, poets and critics. In the same year, the first book for children, “About the Car,” was published. This was followed by collections of poems for children: “ Happy summer

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The path took me away

From the porch into the thick forest.

I'm not a little basket case,

And he took the basket with him.

I looked under the bumps

Under birch stumps.

Oh, and tricky mushrooms!

Where did they hide?

In vain I looked for them under the aspen tree

And I looked under the spruce in vain.

Apparently I'm a big basket case

I scared all the mushrooms.

”, “How to find a path”, “Smile”, “Lark”, “First leaf fall”, for adults - “Definition of Happiness”, “Fifth Leg” and many others.

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• The following were used in preparing the presentation: L.F. Klimanova, V.G. Goretsky " Literary reading
• 2nd grade" - Moscow, "Enlightenment", 2012.
• Mystery:

Photos:

Photos of mushrooms

Portrait of V.D. Berestova

Boy - mushroom picker

Autumn nature photo

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Under the bushes
Under the sheets
We hid in the grass
Look for us in the forest yourself
We will not shout to you: “Ay!”

Mushrooms

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(From the encyclopedia)

It was previously believed that mushrooms were plants. But now scientists distinguish them into a special kingdom of living nature, which is called mushrooms. There are many mushrooms in the world, about one hundred thousand species. And they are all very, very different. Boletus, boletus, porcini mushroom, fly agaric, tinder fungus growing on a tree trunk, or mold covering the crust of bread - all these are mushrooms.

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boletus

boletus

Porcini

Porcini

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boletus

Boletus

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