Belarusians

Yakub Kolas

Stay, lads, stay, brothers!
Stand you, our diligent!
Look at us at the tent
Zhytsya novaga is clear.

Qi Well, we, lads, do not have hands?
Why does God not give us strength?
Qi over our native land
Will not change your will?

Let's go out and work,
We will become friendly, like a scyana,
I prachnetsa hell of drowsiness
With us, our efforts!

Yakub Kolas

Svetsіts me zorka z byadonnyh boulders.
The eternal sky is secret-jumping.
There is a certain connection, a nasty swim,
Only names for them, I don’t know the name.

Affectionately tell me a stare: Spachyn!
Ah, my vandroonnik, succumb, nebozha!
You carry the sirs of the pity of the distant,
Atam zhurbotny ў holy padarozhzhy.

Bright Zorka, you're a bright gorysh,
Odum my hills you know you are on the roof,
I’m sorry, you’re glad to have peace!
Oh, no, you are far away, your heat is cold.
My evening is never under the assumption of a cloudy.
The harp is broken - by whose hand?

Yakub Kolas

Idze vyasna ўzho, dzyakuy God!
The snow is melting from the damp earth;
Papsavala dirt for nothing,
The passes are gone.

The sun is warmer, jumping;
The ice on the rivers wasted.
Tseply vetser paryavae,
Hmar dazhdzhlivyh jump to us.

Eight busels are showing,
Geese dzіkiya roar,
Shpak is crucified on oak,
The cranes are already lying.

I winter, like smoke, prapala!
Greener meadow, rally.
I hurt like hell, achunya
Our native land.

end of summer

Yakub Kolas

Leceyka you, summer,
The song is sung
It was fun!
They took some charai
Shchodrast yours, gifts -
Sun and holy.
Ceshyla you zetak
Dy affectionate getak -
Match with your hand
Will the young
I cling to water
I clean cancer
Field and forests,
Singing - galasami
Your clear zen.
Washed their race,
Sontsavay kasoy
I killed them...
...Charai asalodu
Cherpali, like water,
I know, over the edge.
Golden summer!
So go for geta
Shchyrae "be there"!

Budz tsverdy

Yakub Kolas

You do not rot, brother, never
I sip pakhilai,
The springs of his own share
Vykuy ўlasnay ​​silai!

Bo hots it seems that I’m biased
Do not balіts galoўka, -
Do not call: from the yoke-jump
This sloka came out.

Don't sleep, don't fall down
You are on the line
Take care of the berries yourself,
I'll do it myself!

Help you people
Dear adshukat,
And the sub" eats, you know you'll be
Abandon parogi.

Do not go to the strong, being friends,
Zelleikam-byarozkay,
Bo do not leave the age of z-pad tug,
Stratsіsh vobraz boski,

I ў people you gonar stratsish -
І tsyabe zracuzza:
Lepsh zmagatstsa free, brother,
Chym tsyarpets dy gnutstsa.

Dzed Maroz

Yakub Kolas

Hodzits dzed belabarody
Field, forests, peraleska,
Cover rivers with ice,
Brylyantsisty snowy shine.

Sprinkle frost on the birch trees,
Tulits tree trees for light downs,
Covered runes, herbs, vines
White postilkay-kazhakh.

Dzeda ўhere rushing feet,
І come to us for a holiday
Adopt a roof for dear,
Seўshy to the yalіnka is important.

And yalinka! .. What only
There are no galleries on the ya!
Svetsyatsya vigilantly and vyaselki
In shining peacocks.

There is a fox, a hare, a mouse,
Rybki, buslik doўgavyazy.
And how zzyayutsya on her bump,
Never mind their diamonds!

Kalya elki karagody,
Songs, living gutarka,
And that dzed of the belabarody
Only ў vusy let laughter.

Duc rassun kola shyrai,
Let's dance on the pamos
Song call, song shchyrai
Let's get rid of the dzeda-guest.

Yakub Kolas

Goodness in the pocket ў hour of hell!
Easy to breathe there!
Khmarki white marudna
Swim for the fringes.

Windy paint a little bit of kalysh,
grasses roam,
The meadow is green with life, breathing -
Horses are trampled.

Ў vines shchebet not stsіhae,
Noise and whistle,
Ў bright shine spuchyvaya
There is a sheet on the cancer.

Sing-homan and ringing
Pountstsa ўwhole meadow,
I shiver over him, green,
Living spirit.

On the clear field

Yakub Kolas

I love prvolle
wide pale,
green sea
Rye kalas.

I high school
Sialyansky palos -
I love tsyabe, field,
I love your splash.

old toys,
Why make noise,
green borders,
Far smooth.

I love dear
What lay down between the mountains,
On the bottom fell down
Hand conversation.

I love uzgorki
I mound-mound,
I blue is far away
Clear mist...

I love paziratsya
On a clear field
Yak windy is hot
Swim away.

Kalyshatsa Zhita,
Cheer up,
And praising pavetra
Dryzhyts and dryzhyts ...

I love prvolle
wide pale,
green sea
Violent kalas.

Summer Adpachynak

Yakub Kolas

Papers lie on the table,
Charnilnitsa, like a stepmother, old ...
And I so want to stare at the doors,
Into the yard of the paisses of the sky, the distance is true,
Agledzet's gloomy caral nіts.

I love them, I love them knowing
I am free to move on the sun path,
Their scalloped growth, merchant adzenne,
I love to look like the sky sutarenne
Get rid of their shaggy fear.

Charnilnitsa May gazed at the dakors
I think, napeuna: "Oh, roar!"
And then I tell you about pakoray:
"I'm just a scumbag, I'll turn up soon,
Hvіlіnachku, dove, dirty!”

I'm for the doors! - I'm free.
So taba sang the Prastor!
Kuchmaty forest, utulny meadow and field ...
I look, what is looking in the black part,
I bachu - hmara tsіsnetsa on the forest.

I go ў weasel sachyts for gloomy getai.
Mіzh pines dvuh kalyshatstsa hammock.
I feel I - the thunder is deaf roaring dze-ta.
I'm in a hammock, - p "yu spell, slodych of summer,
Charnilnitsa tell me there: - Laydak!

Mimu friend

Yakub Kolas

We paid a lot of money
Pa foreign and native land.
Adykhodzіlі springs and winters,
I reptiles swam after reptiles.

Shmat snavali we are crossed by shakovs
From our dumak-lyatunak and mar;
Sustrakali us oak willows,
I lasses gave us their gift.

Pa-over the river at the pocket of the kvyatstіsty
We hadzili, happened more than once;
Centuries-old oaks to yellow leaves
Navyavali nyaўtsyamny told us.

The cranes were flying over the field,
Taking summer with you,
Dy pagulivaў evening at will
Z neakreslenay chihay zhurba.

Eh, don't lay pucins!
Hiba can you measure them, zlіchyts?
We packed two kalyains,
Ale song adna ў іх guchyts.

About that song, that my heart is good for me,
Ab tabe, where I live forever,
I want, my dear friend, remind me
Jumping old bastards.

Yakub Kolas

Empty in the pocket. Only stacks
The couple flock,
Dy spak kala dear
The goals of the day are hellishly croaking.

Buckwheat is squeezed. Gola ў field.
Zhita star yes.
Only swim in the wild
Heaps of hmar, yak valakno.

Dozhdzhik this besprastanku;
The evening sings like a beast...
How many puddles of kala ganka!
And grazi, grazi tsyaper!

The grasses dried up, everything blew.
Slots, puffiness, coldness, tsma.
Eh, scarey would close
Earthy black winter!

For science

Yakub Kolas

Runs and distances start,
Pavuchki natkali peacocks
Yes hung on the sun
Piles of white paint.

Walk the evening in the field with summaries,
Dze zhytso rune new sowing.
Hell has gone to us you, summer,
Zhaўtalіstsem forest adzety.

Finished, dzetsi, your party
Kalya bright river, Kalya puni,
I
I ў little green little dolly.

Pakhavaytse woods, arrows, bows,
Prystupіtse, dzetsi, yes science,
The cab was all neat,
Kab vuchytstsa on "issued".

Duc pavuchyms we winter shchyra;
Vyasna vernetstsa, and s yoyu - cut out,
Knowing we're gloriously walking,
We are gathering fresh berries.

Belarusian people

Yakub Kolas

You are cool, scichni, the song of the pakuta,
Beware, our land!
Belarusian people! Break the fetters!
Sing a new song!

Friendly and fit become a scyana.
The share is not passed by itself,
Will not zoidze to us with diligence,
To the side, dear, yama.

People! Prakanay: only we ourselves -
Share piles of cavalry.
Godse zha, dosyts panukat us,
Gnats from our native land!

We do not need fucking pains -
Budzem we live without panoў.
You yourself are better than heaven! -
Let's say so yes xiandzo.

Hiba we will forget you,
What is right without us?
The wounds are deep, oh, the wounds are fresh!
Pomsty fire did not go out.

We were fooled - who? strangers,
Tsemny darog makhlyars.
To hell with them! To the apple of the border!..
Our here drive, bars!

Budzem we ourselves gaspadarami,
Let's take care of our belongings!
Godze of that roof! Keep up with brothers
Let's go and volunteer our land.

Oh, and agorcles, these kpіny! ..
Wicked we ў choir galas:
Eh, you are scattered native land,
Our palettes, lyas!

You are kindred to our heart, hmakhi
Forest, meadows and paleo!
Dosyts ўshchuvali us pan-lyakhi,
We know the cisk maskalov...

Zmoўknі zha, stsіkhnі, the song of the pack!
Beware, our land!
People! Call out, tear your fetters,
New songs sleep!

Adlet zhuraўleў

Yakub Kolas

White valokny
Aim over the valleys.
Birds don't sleep
Sholam the forest.

Sceluzza valokny,
Tchetstsa pavucina -
Close, close autumn,
Troubled hour!

zazhurytstsa sky,
Skhovanae ў gloomy,
I sir
Neyki sorry and Mary.

Freeze summer,
Far away,
Siracee river,
Haladzeyuts praise.

Stomlenast, znyamelast ...
Toyatsya thought of pine forests ...
Shh! what the fuck is that
Can you smell the prastors?

Zhalasna jumper
Luzza in the sky gooki,
Listen to their lyas,
Meadow, balota, bows.

In the meanest sky
Little laces
Cranes on the vyrai
Mknuzza over the little girls.

Menshytstsa cord,
At the fall "and tae,
Eight ice-lady blacker,
Mig - i prapadae.

I staish you, vague,
How long do you play,
As if some kind of stracy,
And you don't know what.

So the hour is parting
Z tym, who is loved by the heart,
Adchuvaesh smootak
Tsyazhkay strata-zguby.

I look macular
To the gift thuy
What yas ў far away
I give my soul.

At native meats

Yakub Kolas

Fifty five nasty days I know Wusce,
Prytulak dum, abrany my kutok,
Dze vyststsa Vustsyansky my breast
І vecer of a light gaidaetstsa on a piece.

I go to the chest with a free step.
It's messy for me, because I'm a chiaper adzin,
I shmat chago jump on ўspamіn,
I n_knu I panted head.

The breast is all the same, as if, quick,
Gvazdzіchka white, chabor on it,
Yes, I look, I look to others,
Like an old oak tree, astaўshysya byazzetny.

I flock, I wave, I look at meat, -
They changed, and it is difficult to recognize them.
Duboў maіh changed the race,
Like people in our native land.

Byazlyudze, tsish. tall grass
Vustsyansky villages are overgrown.
Byareznichak is busy on the ground,
Atulvae spreading needles.

Gifts to the one who fled to Balachantsy,
Nyama nidze - perished in the grass,
In the memory of May, Yana is alive,
Yak shmat z tago, which he called to the palyants.

І tykh, with whom I would be so close to know,
Nyama already: who evicted himself
To the aposhnіm tym on the candle,
Dze kryzh village zhurbotna - unruly;

Another war ў distant light chased,
I many of them did not return back;
And tretsіh vynіshchyў, pabіў fascist kat,
І native land did not take them.

I don’t throw everything to me, I won’t throw it to the wok,
Nagadvae ab zhorstkastsyah vainy.
Znyavechany lyasy, and parasnіk violent
Live and see the wedding fabric.

Idze zhytstse, yago of strength is rampant, -
Hai, save someone, shun yago, sleep.
Snue zhytstse for a nice pile,
І powerful for the take-off of the yago wings.

I know - all wounds heal:
Z pazharyshch edge paўstane, flourishing
To all your beauty and paunace, -
Our faithful way, yon s right pavyanchany!

I only feel hellishly for a hill:
Nyama tago, with whom I thought,
With whom there is a flock, with whom I would be happy, -
Pagasla you, Yasnyusenskaya Zorka.

Asadji back!

Yakub Kolas

Dranna my life,
Everything goes wrong,
I roar me here:
"Asadji back!"

God you are my dear!
B "yusya I, like a bastard,
Only w dze n i poke -
"Asadji back!"

I remember, I'm zhanіўsya,
Good would be my matchmaker.
K dzeўtsy stuck their nose -
"Asadji back!"

Dzeўka was important
Dy neighbor Kandrat
Naga padstavit me -
"Asadji back!"

Trapіў times near the cities,
There was a parade
I'm climbing ahead -
"Asadji back!"

The aisles are empty
Zhyta vybіў hail.
- Give, old lady, loans.
- "Asadji back!"

I'm beating a penny
I'm happy to earn.
- Qi nyama work?
- "Asadji back!"

I myself get messed up
Lese from the shoulders of the bathrobe.
- Pamazhetse, people!
- "Asadji back!"

Son of svaygo ў people
Take out Ignat.
- Eight my son, panochki!
- "Asadji back!"

Bread sent ў weight,
There galodny shmat.
Prusya I'm with the littles -
"Asadji back!"

Galava I may:
Would be a deputy.
- Tsenzu you do not care,
"Asadji back!"

True, what is the story,
Be my charm;
Twice on life
I'm going out.

I'm bummed out.
Oh, what a year!
Pryazdzhae prystaў:
- Get out ўpyarod!

Geta you, bastard,
Rebel the people?
Gay, garadavya,
Give a hole ўpyarod!

Meta Lesson:

• Spryatsya vyhavannu ў vuchnyaў lyubvі і tsіkavastsі and native city, edge, іstory, Batskaushchyny; thrifty adnosin and historical remembrances, zbudavannya; pavagi and famous people; pay the fee for your past.
• The knowledge of the Vedas is taught in the native land.
• Zabyaspechyts ў schulnіkaў smart stavіts matu and plan svou dzeynasts.
• Sadzeynichatsyu ў uchnyaў umnyaў uzzelnіchatsya at znosіnah.
• Zabyaspechyts development of schoolchildren manalagic and dyalagic language.
• Sadzeynichatsya informing the learners of kashtoўnasts vyvuchayemay themes.

Abstalyavanne:

multimedia project, electronic presentation, exhibition of books, musical agricultural

During the classes:

1. Concessionary words of the teacher (against the background of the music of the demonstration video from Belarus)

I love my land, the old geta, where I was happy, grew ...

Belarus! Yana, like a mother, without some kind of naradzhatstsa, do not live, do not breathe. And the words getya became guchats to the people of simple and shchyra, adkryta and daverliva. Napeuna, the skin of the pile of the soul may be stostsі obedient and getaga pachutstya, and maybe, and something more, not a good word. Kali birds fly from afar, I dig back, on a pile of baloty, va tulny green shaty of Belarusian lyas, I know - imi kіrue vyalіkae prytsyagayutsya pachuzzo, meaning, and yana bowing to the native land.

We live on this enchanted rich land, and for shtodzen shovels we don’t respect its charisma, we jump and jump and jump all over the place. We are admiring Radzim only far away hell. Yak hochatstsa tady, guchanne native mov, ubachyts native sky, suffocate native pavetra.

From childhood, the words of Y. Kolas burned my soul: “Images of dear native land, turmoil and joy of May…” Chamustsi amal from the skin years of yana finds a new place for me, puts a new place on the old age of our life, and changes the hour. We rejoice at the song of the bird, the life of the colas, the high flight of the crane, the green forest. We bow to shchodrai lands, shchodrai for bread and talents. Menavita Yana gave the light to such sluggish people, like F. Skaryna, A. Mitskevych, Ya. Kupala, V. Bykaў… Yana apeta their hearts and souls.

2. Student

Oh Belarus, May kalyska,

Zhytstso mayo, my prytulak!

I guarantee any low

I laugh before you.

Zyamny paklon taba, radzima,

Your fire, your dance,

Your factories with white smoke,

To your gasters and paths.

P. Glebka.

3. Student

Miazhue from Poland, Ukraine,

Russia, Latvia, Lithuania

Your native land, your Aichyna,

Zhytstsetvae and your fee.

I remember you

Like the sky, the sun and the dawn.

Your earth, your Radzima

Named bright - Belarus.

(Yu. Svirka.)

4. Teacher.

Belarus ... What a jumping, bright our country. You are patchouli at once, like P. Glebka and Yu. Do you love your country?

Vuchnі svarayutsya words, yakіya ў іх asatsyіruyutstsa with the words of Radzіm. The skin group reads its own gucarad.

Pryklad (Radzima- Belarus, the people of the Belarusian land, language, native kut, native land, native old woman, famous asvetniki, memorable butchers, klekat busloў, matchyna kalykhanka, architecture, Belarusian songs, saints, sounds, culture, coat of arms, flag, hymn.)

5. student.

Belarus… Yak shmat getae words for us, yay dzyatsey. Geta and relatives, known from dzyatsinstva of the region, and jumping, progenitor, strong people. Radzima. Native old lady. The most close and dear to the heart of cutochak. From Samaga dzyatsіnstva memory is removed all the most cіkavya and memory, agile and puffy, vyalіkіya and fractional right and small children of the radzіmaga edge. Dze ending dzyatstva, there pachynaetstsa Radzima. These raddkas are filled with such sluggish scorching senses! Father's hut, matcha song, singing lark, cluck busloў, the most fragrant and jumping meadow flowers, dewy wounds - all this may be any Radzima.

6. Student

President of the Republic of Belarus A.R. Lukashenka at his paslan to the Belarusian people and the National Assembly on 21 beauties of 2011: “We, Belarusians, - an ancient and at the same time very young people, perhaps we ourselves do not know the limits of our capabilities. Awaken these hidden springs of energy and strength - the main task of the announced Year of Entrepreneurship”. When a person has his own business, house, land, this gives him the opportunity to feel like the master of his destiny and country. Today, representatives of any profession are required to be real masters of their business, active and enterprising people. A prosperous economy can only be built by energetic, creative and spiritually rich individuals who are not afraid to go forward, take risks and take responsibility. The urgent task is to cultivate a stable desire to conscientiously work, study, and fulfill the assigned duties.”

7. teacher

- And what can skin from you work for the piled land, if it became zhyts it became all lepsh and lepsh?

Adkazy vuchnyaў.

- And for the svaygo city?

Adkazy vuchnyaў.

— For your school?

8. Teacher.

Paslukhaytsednugistory. This is the field, this is the forests іshlіtrypadarozhnіkі. Іshlіyanytrydnі and trynochydyyashchepaўdnya. Prytamilsya. Pryseli. Raptamchuyutsya - spyavaenehta.

Hearing the first time:

— See, zhauranak.

- No, - each other, - the forest is noisy.

And tretsіprypaўvukham yes land and prashaptaў:

- Dygeta is our land asleep.

Eight Yakaya, our zemlyabelaruskaya. Tamu us and songs, and dances like jumping.

9. The song is escorted by Old Darya

Dar'ya is our Sakratar Pyarvichnay Arganizatsy of the State Administration of the Belarusian Republican Youth Union. I am a very active person. We help the republican actions and measures.

Teacher.

We, Belarusians, are honored by our famous prodkam: Ephrasin Polatsky, Kirylam of Turausky, Francis Skaryn. Our outstanding letters Yanka Kupala, Yakub Kolas, Maksim Bagdanovich, Elaiza Pashkevich, Kanstantsia Builo maryli ab independent Belarus z ulasnaya movai i kulturay i svooi tvorchastsyu, svaіmі spr-you nablizhali gait hour. The Yanas loved our land and love to ad- lustrate our tops.

Celebrate this tradition and our fellow countrymen. Today we have our little darling paetka, a member of the Council of Veteran Pedagogical Pratsy, a chalavek with an active social path - Nina Vasilyeva Dydyshka.

11. Performance by Dydyshka.
12. student

MALITVA

God! Abarani us, Belarusians, don't let the wars memory of the country, memory of the brothers-peoples!

God! Zrabi so, cab people not sick.

Lord! Let us run away, zhyhars of Belaya Rus, usyakіh nyagods and the mountain!

God! Pazbaў people zhorstkastsі, zlostsі, zaizdrastsі! Zrabi, Usyavyshni, so, if there were only joy, shchastse, dabrynya!

Lord! Don't let my suaychyns know the stars hunger and cold!

Dapamazhy, Gospadzi, pasbavitstsa swindle, drunkenness, drug addicts!

Teach us, how our zhytstse lepshy will work!

Give people a mind, God of Litascy, if they didn’t cheat, if they knew how to recognize good and evil, bachyl piles of memory!

Navuchy, God, don’t get off the right path!

Student.

I bow low to Taba for the fact that I guessed about my people of my pales and meadows, la rack of the stormy ones, of the noisy oak trees, for the roofs of the hawks, of the hawks of the barking ones. Shchyry dzyakuy for that which reminded me of the heart of any and the pile of Fathers, and native language, taught the pavage and shanavats of their sales, folk traditions and culture. I believe that over Belarus May there is the highest, the brightest sky, here the clearest, most salty pavetra, here the most resonant laughter of children, here the most kind-hearted, pracist, commemorative and most confused people live. And I’m lucky hell that I live a lot of these shchyry people on the same Belarusian land, for which I’m trying my best to get my money. There, I should not be afraid of any zhytstsevyya vіkhura, because I know, I'm sure that Aichyna can help her son, and I myself know that I'm from Belarus.

14. Teacher.

You know what is the most precious, what ў us are - this is our people. Hell, their fallows will continue to develop our dzyarzhava. Pagetam was created the Republican program of demagraphic security for 2011-2015 reptiles.

Abmerkavanne video clip “Onohava”

Exercise "I am a patriot"

Make an idea of ​​yourself as a patriot of your Motherland, evaluating (on a five-point scale) a number of qualities of the image "I am a patriot".

* citizen of Belarus * patriot of his people

* internationalist

* pride in one's country

* sympathy for the suffering of his people

* readiness to defend Belarus

* respect for national history

*faith in the future of Belarus

Situation-trial "One Motherland"

You are a celebrity, a master specialist, but you are not satisfied with material conditions (low salary, poor living conditions). After the next foreign tour, you are offered to move to live and work in a prestigious place abroad, with good pay, a villa, a car ... But citizenship must be changed. Your decision?

Socially acceptable positions: . a person has the right to choose a place of residence. responsibility for loved ones. High wages are better than low wages. A man has only one homeland. patriotism. internationalism.

Situation-test "Refugees"

Your family has a big apartment (everyone has their own room). At one fine time, my mother brings refugees to the house (they are from the Caucasus) - a strange woman with a child - your age, to live temporarily. What will be your reaction?

Socially acceptable positions: . mercy, altruism, compassion. desire to help people. internationalism.

Vuchni:

Belarus, you are my dear!

Belarus, you are my dear!

Belarus! You are the edge of May.

I jump with my soul to Taba.

You are mother, happy winter of May.

You, like a sleepyhead, shine to me in the sky,

You, like a sign, you know for me.

Jump yama ў the whole candle,

Don't know nidze bastard, what are you!

I love your rivers and fields,

I roofs, meadows and lyasy,

Bo do not know nіdze on the planet

Get my dear, dzіvosnay beauty!

THE LAND OF MY BELARUS…

I - belarus, and tym ganarusya.

I am Belarusian, and I bow

Guyam noisy and grain fields.

I am Belarus, and I am Ganarus.

I am Belarus, and I remember

For ringing words

For native language.

I am Belarus, and I am Ganarus.

I am Belarus, and I swear

Aychyna serve

I edge of our darazhyts.