Poems, verses in the Belarusian language of the poet Yakub Kolas. Poems, verses in the Belarusian language of the poet Yakub Kolas

I love such a tsyabe, such a thing,

May land, father's holy land, -

May slyazinka - sa holy through and through,

My hovering, my holy forest...

With you and the memory of trouble, I shine.

N. Zagorskaya "May all thoughts are connected with you ..."

Byts

Be Belarusians -

Geta mean,

Don't forget Svaygo

Mustache someone else's perineachyts,

Kab Belarus forever be!

Be Belarusians -

Geta mean,

Vyasyola from the sum of the share of kpіts,

Yes, believe God's expression,

Nagbom from the prison of the nadzei pіts.

Be Belarusians -

Geta mean,

Pa-Belarusian Chuts and Bachyts

On this candle and on the other.

R. Baradulin

Batskaushchyna

Dagarev for bramay nebakray,

The month of remembrance is floating in the clouds.

I’ll go out in the heat, like May has passed,

Basanozh I will walk on the grass.

A smoky, schujo race,

Tsemnnyya ў grass hell footprints.

And tacoga grew aўsa

I don't care about doggie bastards.

Bach, khmyzy splyalіs, like a father,

The fireflies are twinkling, the light is holier.

Transmit like a bell on the vines,

Prachyshchae throat salavei.

Lashchytstsa grass and bare feet.

3 far paplavov swim cancer

Ledz jumpy bags of cold -

Let the young ones die.

Paimchats for her on the wagon? —

Hots and shopish - everything is a hell of a padman.

Dze kahanne tyh past zen -

Spring parks without fog?

Nawat shkadavanne - jo yano?

It's clear, and it's a pity to know the heat.

(So ​​ruining the groin of the clear

Withered woods of palyn.)

Tsіkha tsmokae in a dream of cancer.

Oh, how kind, how jumping life!

Raska, like a mermaid luska,

On wadze, hell of the month, scowl.

And vakol herbs grow a paradise

I byarozak white here "I.

My charming Belarusian land,

But father's bright May!

Informative places for the lesson “Belarus is blue in May!”

I love such a tsyabe, such a thing,

May land, father's holy land...

N. Zagorskaya. May all thoughts are connected with you ...

1. Emotional attitude

To create ematsyyanalnaga, I’ll set the mood for a half-hearted song (optional: “Spadchyna”, lyrics by Yanka Kupala, music by Igar Luchanka; “Belaya Rus”, lyrics by L. Pranchak, music by V. Rainchyk), I look at photographic smoke, illustrations, exhibit books and chapisaў, little ones dzyatsey. (If there are cartoons in the school, then there are photographs of smoke: the gardens of Belarus, monuments of the architecture of Belarus, partrets of famous people, landscape zamalёukі.

The leather chalavek has Radzima, and the skin loves me. Love the month, look forward to it and live. Love your native nature, your people. Love your native language and songs of your people, fairy tales, dances, books ... Without a father and a people, a chalavek cannot live.

Like a primal skin day advancing for the talenavitas of our people, bachyts jumping native kutochka, hearing the singing Belarusian mova and admiration ў souls vyalіkі fee for Radzіma's pile. There we celebrate the first lesson with you our Radzima - the Republic of Belarus.

Belarus is a land of legends, a Cossack and a bastard. The land fell with white wings, blue Belarus - this is how our native land is often called. Yana slavіtstsa svaіmі lyasі, rеkamі, azeri, prаtsаvіtіmі і shchyrіmі people.

Nastaўnіk abo pryhtavany vuchan read pad music tops (to choose from), svarayuchy adpavedny mood.

Yana me dadzena adzina

For all life, for the whole century.

May adzіnaya, radzіmaya

Ў vyanka lyasov and stuzhak rek.

Zaўsedy is the most pleasant,

Like the sun, shine itself,

Live, like a sacred mara,

І roўnykh ёy - nіdze nyama.

I'm sorry, sagretaya,

Filled with strong young,

I'm going, nyastomnaya, I'm in the world

I am alive.

I ganarusya I dared here,

What grew up on that land,

What is the nickname of Russ Belaya,

What dzyads lived here.

M. Shauchonak. Maya Radzima

You are so invisible -

My radzіmy kutochak zemlі.

You are so invisible -

Edge, dze wings ўnіmayuts beads,

Dze askolachkam sky

Cornflower near the peaceful field of flowers

I for leather hats

Jumper byaroza race,

The land of the deep Azeri

I bewitching white curtains,

Іdealaў high,

Pratsavіtyh i shchyryh lyudzey.

Here, open your soul

I ask for gas at my house.

Here eat, drink,

Abagreyuts sardechny chick.

I. Zhabko. Yes, the abyss of baroque ...

Don’t voice, sirtsa say these words - for anyone, for fees, for souls, pyashchotai. Here is our history. Here - mae karani. Here is a melodious native language. Here we live!

Be Belarusians -

Geta means

Don't forget Svaygo

Mustache someone else's perineachyts,

Kab Belarus forever be!

Be Belarusians -

Geta means

For the native land, look for smoke,

Pa-Belarusian Chuts and Bachyts

On this candle and on you

R. Baraduli. Byts

2. Belarus - European Dzyarzhava

May Belarus... European dzharzhava - a green leaf on a kartsa: lyasy, peraleski, meadows, pushchi, uradzhayny palettes. Vakol us - Karagod krain: Russia, Ukraine, Lithuania, Poland. The Belarusians live by the wise commandments of prashchura: “The sun is hell on earth, Earth is hell, try your piles of huts, take care of your fee, don’t take someone else’s money.”

On the penitentiary vyalikaga light

Yana is like a klyanovy leaf,

The song of the garachaga of summer,

Krynichnaya waters of a sip.

Miazhue from Poland, Ukraine,

Russia, Latvia, Lithuania

Your native land, your Aichyna,

Life is yours and your fee.

I you remember the name,

Like the sky, the sun and the dawn.

Your land, your Radzima

Named bright: Belarus!

Your Belarus

(The teachings of the dpamogay teacher are shown on the punishment cell of the Republic of Belarus and the neighboring countries, with yakim yana.)

Skin chalavek pavіnen ganarytstsa of that meat, dze naradzіўsya and live, love your native kutochak (small radzіma) like a part of our Batskaushchyna. (Vuchnі on the dungeon show ablasnye centers, native cities (districts), tell tsіkavye zvestki, legends and fall of the great small radzіma.)

3. Forever in the memory of the people

May Belarus... On our lands, thieves and enemies trampled. They jumped and let us go with jigs and balls, with guns and garmats, on tanks and planes. Nishchyli people, burned huts, garadas, adbirali belongings. No one was able to love the freedom-loving people. The titles of Khatyn, the memory of the Krepasts-heroes near Brestskaya said alive: “People! Remember! Don’t let the new slaughter!”

A great price to pay the Belarusian people for their freedom. The death of skin traces of Belarus at the reptile Vyalikay Aichynnay Vayna. In the memory of those who died at the hour of warfare, memorials of glory, remembrances, on the mass graves, no flowers wilt. (Mentor of the photo-smoke reminder.)

Shanuytsy native land - Aychyn,

Tykh, who am I abaranya,

Who will die in battles against enemies,

Who can help atrymaў. (Alyaksandr Gladkih)

(At times, the mentors were on excursions to Khatyn, then you can organize a gutarka from the vykarystanny versha of Great Khatyn.)

Wandering over Khatynnyu busel

sunny-pagodlіvay clear:

flock the fireplaces. I people ў scruse.

And nіdze hatsіn nі hell.

The human galas freeze,

Guki abudzhalnaya are clear,

and swim disturbing takіya,

subtle plaintive calls.

Wandering over Khatynnyu busel

and paplyў have a light smuga.

Young does not know the pain of Belarus,

peўna well, yon adchuў yae tight.

Wandering busels over Khatynnu

and ў smuse fell in the clouds a sign.

Papyalishcha ўsyo yashche not ashamed,

and ў breasts do not stop crying.

V. Zhukovich. Busel over Khatynnu

The memory of the ab ty, who adds piles of zhytstse ў baratzbe z enemies, budze zhyts zhyts at our hearts. We are happy to be worthy of our fathers, children and great-grandfathers. Blessed memory to us warriors, yakiya abaranya our Radzima and gave the magicians of our native land to become the most jumping at the light.

Krynitsa

We are not dead

ani ў yakіm mountains, -

from bayava zemlі not scerci

blue of azers:

our Narach, our Svitsyaz,

Vechalle, Asveyu...

Partisan region, what is it,

We'll give you hope.

We are not dead,

Do not melt, like candles:

Great fall Azeri ў Svetse -

Zastanuzza rivers: our Yaselda, and Shchara,

I Dnyapro, I Neman...

Belarus - the land of bright charms -

We know skin.

We are not dead,

Do not melt, like signs:

Shepherd us and our dzetsi

Become la krynichki -

I Aychynayu Happy Spring

Be a ganarytstsa...

Belarus is the home of the song

I love roof!

Syargey Paniznik

There are no traces of naphtha, potash and rock salts, peat, clay, granite, slates, ores, gold... Vyalіkae znachenne for Belarus may be reserves of potassium salts. On the stocks and production of this cashew chemical cheese Belarus is taken to the top five of the world.

New pastelishchy of the XX stage: Salihorsk - the city of chemicals, Navapolatsk - the city of naftavikoy, Zhodzina - the city of machinery, Novalukoml - the city of energy. (Palіchanyya garada pokazvayutstsa on the punishment cell. Pas zhadnі nastaўnіk can spynіtstsa on hell z garadoў more padrabyazna).

5. People of the Belarusian land

Halogen treasures of my country - PEOPLE! The Yanas are praising the earth, bringing the good name of Belarus to the world.

“Did you think, yakі yon, belarus?... What is the geta for the people? Belarus is an adroznіvaetstsa shchodrastsyu, a regular gatoўnastsyu pryastsі on dapamogu ў byadze. Kali earlier, at the spring, the fire was healthy - the spring talakoy went to the beautiful pansky forest, there was no svaygo, for a couple of zens they put up a new hut for the pagarelian, took care of him zhytam .... Then from the leather hut they carried rhetoric: someone had a settlement, someone a tent, someone a garrison. Galoўnae ў our characters - gassinnasts kind and good. (Uladzimir Karatkevich. Land under white wings.)

The forest gives us a peaceful character, a chulae of a heart, a shchyry soul, a byzmerous shchodrast and gassinnast. Belarusians are slavyatsya to their ramestvam.

(The tutor can show you the work of a folk artist, decaratists and craftsmanship, an example of everyday life and the fathers of Belarus.)

It’s not long before you remember our prodka, they lauded their native land. Polatsk gives Belarus and the whole world a bunch of eminent people. Our people will visit the memory of the names of the asvetnitsa Euphrasinna, the pershadrukar Francysk Skaryna and the Slavutag paet Simyaon of Polatskag...

(The tutor to the great teachers in pairs cheer up the memory of our great great compatriots. The texts are given by the tutor.)

Francysk Skaryna

We brighten the right people on the right, like yana zdzeysnіl, on the downfall, like yana we packed to our little ones. And our slavuta zyamlyak Franzisk Skaryna is at the getym sense of the nayarcheyshy family. Yong of "yaўlyaetstsa sіmvalam usoy Belarusian culture epohі Adradzhennya.U Asobie Frantsyska Skaryna Talent dasledchaga vuchonaga, mudraga asvetnіka i vyalіkaga patryota rodnay zyamlі shchaslіva spaluchaўsyaz Talenti vydatnaga Paet i whale Skaryna -. Perche, hto adkryў wa Ўskhodnyay Eўrope knіgadrukavanne i zrabіў knіgu dastupnay vyalіkamu cola Skaryna is our honor and glory, for I have rewarded and skarmila menavita our Belarusian land.

Euphrasinnia Polatskaya

Svetskaya name of Pradslava. The first zhanchyna in the Trans-Slavic region, weeping and saints. Cottage of Prince Georgy Usyaslavich, unuchka of the Polatsk Prince Usyaslav Brachyslavich (Charadzeya). The Euphrasian wound was shepherded by the manahina against the will of the father. And all my life was devoted to serving God and people: I wrote the books with my hands and became churches in my native land, taught the grammar of the children and the flies of the sick.

Euphrasinnia filled Polatsk with zhanochy and male monasteries. On the order of Euphrasian Polatsk Maystar Lazar Bogsha Zrabіў for the church of the Holy Savior, the jumping horses of the Shastsikantsovy kryzh. Kryzh Eўfrasinnі Polatskaya for Belarusians is a shrine. Padanna svedchyts: holy o the most impenetrable stone, ill vartaў healthy, znavelyanny and famous - nadzey on a dainty zhytstse.

The theme of radzima praised the Belarusian writers and poets of the times and peoples. At the vershavans, the paetas proclaim the land of their fathers: richness, jumping and unpaternal nature of the native land, talent and kindness to yae zhykharov, showing great love and love.

Didn't kiss hands

I don't give a damn

Taba, my land,

I would kiss my feet...

You are mine, I am yours: a hell of a family and forever.

I know and I know and I lay my heart out

Your oak leaf is like a magic tree.

For the bread that I eat, for the songs that I sleep,

For the time being called by your name -

Paklon taba, my Belarusian land!

You are mine, I am yours: here and there!

Nil Gilevich

These practical joys are the expression of love and the native land, father's land, for the skin of our land is the most affectionate and unparalleled. And if we don’t get tired of pain, if we don’t visit such palaces-museums, we’ll be chakats sustrachy with a pile, we’re glad, we’re living, - a part of that mychyna, what we call a saint , "Batskaushchyna".

Batskaushchyna

What is Batskaushchyna,

Do you know?

Geta river, clear cut,

Geta in the pocket is a patched bee,

And ў vachah tvaіh - vyaselka.

Batskaushchyna - this is your house,

School;

Geta songs, that ringing naўkola,

Geta you yourself

Geta tata yours and mom.

I syabri your dachshund.

P. Panchanka

6. May blue Belarus

May Belarus... Geta Azerny land. Dzesyastsyu thousand blakitnyh, clean vachey pazirae May radzima on the Milky Ways. And on the famous Azeris - Narachy, Svitsyazy, Braslaýski - adpachyvae, it seems, God himself.

All rivers of Belarus are great jumpers. Dnipro with high right banks, impenetrable distances of riverside poplavos. Jumping from yae with a streaked black water, astravami, pratokamі and hats of beads on the prairie trees. Affectionate Neman, near the water you can see old veins. Navat nevyalіchkaya Shchara ў tsyanі tapolaў. (Pavodle U. Karatkevich.)

The land of Narachansk… Holy Belarusian land, sweet and heart-fearing meat. The land of paet and vayarov, ramantykaў and shchyry spirits of people. Iago is loving and daring, who is growing up here; carried away and addan tyya, who at least once brought the geta to the tsudouny kutok. Hiba well you can forget on the high and stromkіya ўzgorki, which is packed here at the deep minus the ledavik; on rich and variegated lyasy, which circles the head of your small waters; on a clear and clean pavetra, which can be eaten like a tsudadzeyny lek; on kind and shchyryh people, like a pile of knowledge and gassing, the whole jumping of the Belarusian soul is revealed ...

Ale Narachan region - Geta, Naipers, Azers. Menavita yana is given the land of non-pastoral admetnasts, such a blessing to yourself and your near and far pastors.

Azer in the Narachan region shmat, kalya paўsotnі, and skin z іх not only cіkavas are natural ab "ekt, ale and belongings of the spirit, in yakіm, like in the enchanted kuferku, legends and padannas, prykazki and prymanўkіy zіkavy names are stored. azers muggle gavarts, then we patchouli b shmat tsіkavyh apavyadannya vadzyanіkoў i mermaid, fishermen and amatarў vandrovak, bird and zvyarov.

So, the most sluggish lake in Belarus is Narach, which many people call either the “blakity hearts” of the country, or the “Belarusian plagues”, and the meat zhykhars are affectionate - Narochcha. Vozera, napeўna, would tell us the right of her adzina vostraў Vysp, the legend of the tragic kahanna of the dzyaўchyna of Nara-Nairyta and the simple lad Andrey ...

The next lake Myastra, napeўna, guessed the gistary drama of the sway castle, remembered the adventitious asblіvasts of the city of Myadzel and the forest of the old Tatar mіzaru, and the dachshund was white tsaglyany slup for the lake, at the yakim the White Panna was immured.

Lake Myadzel was praised for its castles: on the shore of Zamak and our hour a high gara was haunted, on which mighty mattsavans flocked earlier.

Shmat tsikavag we muggles would be afraid and great dzesyatki of other Azeris.

Unfortunately, the Azeris do not smile. Ale skin lakes may pile non-powder energy, pile aura. Yana - at melodies praising, at sheptse charotaў and trysnyagoў, at the splashing of fish, galasakh lived, birdie, tree. Varta only flock and lakes - chulamu serets visit adkryuyutstsa dzіvosny Belarusian belongings...

http://narochpark.com/legends/

7. For love and nature

The beauty of nature is the cry and the purity of the soul

Janka Bryl

May Belarus... Geta - bison ý Belavezka pushchy. Geta - babry, myadzvedzi ý Byarezinsky reserve. Geta - lasi i dziki ý Nalibotskaya pushchy. Geta - century-old oaks, lindens, maples, willows, pine bars, birch trees, spirit meadows ... Wherever the paehaý, tsyabe sustrakivatsya non-paýtorny krai vidi. The melody of Igar Luchanka is torn out from the soul to the words of the Slavutag paet Yakub Kolas:

My native kut, how dear you are to me!

Forget it, I can't help it!

More than once, weary darogai,

Zhytstsem are clear in May, rich,

To taba I fill my thoughts

I sleep there with my soul.

(To the music of the narrator, the story of the great Belavezha Pushcha, as well as illustrations and photographs)

Ahova's nature is an important dzharzhaўnay task and the right leather gramadzyanina At the same time, we are with you with plush eyes and we will peranyas ў Belavezhskaya Pushcha. At the getym godze, yana is celebrating its anniversary - 600 bastards for the protection of the regime. On your own pamers, richness and diversity of the spread and life of the world, the Belavezha Pushcha occupies the first month of the wild forests of Europe. Belavezhskaya pushcha is a natural museum of living nature!

From the old, great old hours, Pushcha was the aplot of our salesmen, the above-ground flyers of the tsyazhkiya reptiles. Yana karmila and paila, garded the masculinity and strength of the people.

The bison is the glory and gallo prikmeta of Pushcha. Bison, like a skin, who may have a natural power, rahmans and good beasts. True, there are hellish rules - do not drink yago.

Everything was here. Karalevsky and royal scorching, poachers, massive cuttings in the forest by local firms, robbery akupanta. Tsyaper here is a zapavedno-palyaўnіchaya gaspadarka. Vysyakayutsya only an insignificant part of the forest. Rare animals are protected. Pushcha's arrow is a padzeya. Immovable for tago, who shoots.

Shmat bird at the pushcha. Vuchonyya abmerkavali and grew up, that the Belavezha fats are the most glamorous and rich in speva ў the whole candle. Most-most! And here the yashche sees a bird for a bird! Uyaўlyaetse, what is the spring of the Belavezhsk Cancert?!

Pavodle U. Karatkevich

8. Spadchyna selling

May Belarus! It's eight and tsyabe curled Year of the native land. Gety year povіnen become years of recognition rich and riddle the history of our country. We open the skin of the zen for ourselves the glyphs of the mother tongue, the folk wisdom, the original culture of Belarus.

Zemlya is not necessary for the people, like a gleba for a tree. And the language, the literature of the leather country, and its culture are captivated by the development of the nation. Only in their native land, a chalavek is free to breathe, an adventurous supporter of his relatives and relatives, he can karistatstsa spadchyna prodka.

The instructor can practice various tasks with tricks and prompts:

· rastlumachyts sens prapanavanyh prikazak i prymavak;

· zavyarshyts prakkazki (to learners give only pachatak prakkazki, it’s not necessary to give a big word);

· walk “Know a couple” (screams and prompts padzyalyayutstsa in private and handing out to teachers). Grazing tago like a skladzen jump (plymaўka), vuchnyam is not necessary to grow up yae sens.

Nyama the tastiest vadzitsy, like from a native krynitsy.

Usyakay birdies svayo nest sweet.

Radzima is a mother, a stranger is a stepmother.

Rodnam zemelka, yak zmoranamu - passelka.

In our own land, like in paradise.

In a foreign land and kamar zagіne.

I’ll skin my kutok dear.

Usyudy good, but at home mold.

Skin sasna svaymu bora song pyae.

Native land of myakchey of someone else's paryny.

On someone else's diligence, not a warmer and sun.

That Batskaushchyna is loved, who is sad to serve her.

For the pile of Aychyna, strength does not scale.

To that peramagae, who is not good with a pile of land.

Don't shy away from father, and Radzima's hell don't fight.

From the native side and the varona dear.

Someone but father shanue, that saba of the sky is gatue.

Shanuy lyudzey, then I plow tsyabe.

But Father's words are not gavorytstsa.

Z legendў and Cossack of the past pakalennya,

Z kalossya tsyazhkoga zhytoў i wheat.

Z suzor'yaў i sonechnye tseplenyaў,

Z grumuchaga zzyanny turbulent krynits,

Z ptushynaga shchebetu, the noise of oak trees,

І z mountain, і z joyful, і z usago

Tago, which lay down on the back of ў asnova

Shrines of the people, byasmertsa yago, -

You are woven, dzіўnaya native mova.

M. Tank. Uryvak from the top "Native language"

Mova prodkaў ours and ourschadkaў -

Shept oak and bee ringing, -

We are affectionate and ashchadna

Spaznavatsya zhno yes skonu zen.

On foreign lands do not get along,

Don't add yourself to forgetfulness,

Our inexhaustible wealth,

Our unspeakable life.

G. Buraukin. Uryvak from the top "Native words"

Linen and life. Sialyanskaya.

Baravaya ў Cossack beauty.

Starazhytnaya. You are the most Slavic.

Light, like grass in the race.

Vibrant, free, piercing,

Mova Belarusian May!

Dratavali, zdzekvalіsya, tormented ...

You lived ў pratsy and ў bayah.

Right tsyabe, like a sun dziva,

I Kupala, we all dreamed.

P. Panchanka. Belarusian language

Nastaўnik read the top and practice the dzetsyam special Belarusian song

(there is a hell of a fanagram of a song and tago, the words of such a song are known to a high class).

It seems like a bunch of people,

No song without a song.

The people without a song are not able,

The people without a song are dumber.

Without the song of the svaygo people

Nyamee navat nature.

Do you love your people and land?

Songs of Iago sleep!

A. Grachanika

9. Abagulnenne

Chalavek without fatherland,

yak without a song ў gai salavei

Anton Byalevich

The skin of us, who lives in Belarus, is the task of trying to saba: that I will save the sonny, tsyaper for the piles of adzinai Aichyna, like a year in Prague, if it was not shameful neither to me, nor to me sam'i. (Dumki dzyatsey.)

Come on, syabry, for the year of our native land, we will open our Belarus again for ourselves, let’s bury it and we’ll destroy everything, we’ll know our country and pavage the world.

Belarus is May's joy, May's beloved land. I grew up here and now I long for all my strength, health, excellence and class in this country. I believe that my joy is a bright future, and I long to be with my peoples - Belarusians. I want to give my Aichyn all my love. Velmі hochatsa, if you and your hearts have taken home pride, pavaga and any native land, like you are nasty, nurturing and brewing all the things for your happy future.

- What did we remember in our lesson, what kind of vedas will we take at once with ourselves?

Viktaryn

1. How are people called, hell are we vyadzem pakhodzhanna.

(Products)

2. Name the capital of our republic.

(City of Minsk)

3. Peralіchytse аblasny garada of our republic.

(Minsk, Brest, Vitsebsk, Gomel, Grodna, Magileu)

4. Peralіchytse kraіny, z yakіmi myazhue Belarus.

(Russia, Ukraine, Poland, Lithuania, Latvia)

5. Who is called the Belarusian pershadrukar?

(Franzishka Skarynu)

6. What is the name of the heavenly intercessor of the Belarusian land?

(Efrasina Polatskaya)

7. What are called "Belarusian plagues"?

(Water Narach)

8. What is the name of the national park, what is the anniversary of this year?

(National park "Belavezka Pushcha")

9. Fall to the demons, did our first lesson pass?

(Zyamlya father's - May land)

Eight we and abyshl_ our radzіmu, sustrelis with svaіmі prodkamі, pabachylі blakіtny аzeri i rіkі, century-old oaks, birch forests and spirit meadows, kastsely i Belaya vezha, conceived what our father's land means to us. And no matter where we are, where the forest would not throw us, our souls, our sirs will meet with us adchuvantly tie with our native land, the land of our fathers.

Belarus

Oh Belarus, May kalyska,

Zhytstso mayo, my prytulak!

I guarantee any low

I laugh before you.

Zyamny paklon taba, Radzima,

Your fire, your dance,

Marya Tsiminskaya

Mova May

Mova May -
the noise of the spring,
mill dzyavochy byaroz,
calls speў ​​salaўya
and matulina shchyrya songs -
mova May.

Mova May -
geta sola early,
forget-me-not blakit,
chime of the brook
and over the fears a beaded hat -
mova May.

Mova May -
tsikhi shepat calossa,
light pavee to the wind
and guzenne chmyalya,
grass larvae ў padnyabessі -
mova May.

Mova May -
smell of yazmina,
the taste of krynichnaya vada,
ў the sum of the crane in the sky,
for salamom karagoda rabinaў -
mova May.

Mova May -
sorry sorry,
hills of books crying,
any hands dabrynya
and valoshak fluffy weiks -
mova May.

Mova May -
peralіvy vyasyolki,
softly take a bite,
evening tsishynya,
fall bazhnіtsai kupala greenery -
mova May.

Mova May -
then ўsmirk dziatsі,
maigo serza bizzo
and fall to the sun - rally,
dukhmyany bread ў batskavay hatse -
mova May.

Mova May -
ruchniki-abyaregі,
roof of scattered gifts,
and sustretch chain,
and the best gift of God -
mova May.

Uladzimir Duboўka

Native language, tsudounaya language!
Native language, tsudounaya language!
You are our duck ducks and asnova!
Matchyn darunak ad samay kalyski,
you are a flowery, brightly low.
Skins from their barvy in May,
eternal fire zіkhatsіts - do not burn.
You were a helper to me,
dze b i kakoi nі khadzіў i darogai.
I feel the chimes of the roof for you,
I feel ў tabe and the roll of the bulk,
I can smell the pavevas of the green forest,
vodgulle pratsy to native prastors.
Leather drabnichkay you Varta pashany,
leather words are welded together.
And for all intents and purposes,
so eternal, like a people's heart.

Anatoly Balutsenka
Mova vernezza
Lyasy your voice mayuts i meadows,
Kali padzme marshmallow qi motsny evening,
Dubrov's love for a special friend,
Bo nepaўtorny dermal voice ў svece.
Murmuring ў tsishy is a quick stream,
Rakochuts motsna ў bura rivers praise,
Have galasakh qi rejoice, qi adchay,
Dy galas never wavered.
Ў chyoystsi songs can be more beautiful,
Dy yae saba nyama spakusy,
Sleeping on other people's gallas
Adzinyya ў svetse Belarusians.
Yak is tsyaper, don’t be so long,
Give people a mind, God abavyazkov,
Nyahay not contagious, walk hi bastards,

Let's return to the people prodkaў mova.

Pimen Panchanka

Native language
It seems, Mova may adzhyvae
Your own century: a couple will know her.
For me, Yana is eternally living,
Yak race, yak tear, yak zara.
Geta lastavak shchabyatanne,
The ringing of the pale sky roofs,
Blue chabor, and barvy lightning,
I beaded klekatanna.
Kali hto guess: "Do not need!" -
Adrachezza hell mov people, -
I paprash and the sun, and the sky:
I do not need neither glory nor bread,
Asudzіtse on impersonal berries.
Only months have been named by the pack,
Names of native native land,
Pra yakiya from smallness ў blakіtsa
Bor noise and cranes sing:
Studzen - with fairy tales of snow apples,
Lyuty - shchodra on blue frost,
Sakavik - with sakatan and juice
Non-powdered vyasny biaroses,
Krasavik - the hour of malanak and lіўnyaў,
Traven - with the first kahann, syaўboy,
Cherven - s yagadnaya zara,
Lipen - with honey,
Z wheat - life,
Ripe apple verasen,
Svetly Kastrychnik
Have prazrystastsi clean, krynichnaya,
Listapad - Zalaty listapad,
Snezhan - first thick snowfall ...
I cry, I drink,
Qi I wave with matula -
I sing a song, I sing a pile
I'm busting my chest.

Maxim Tank

Native language
Z legendў and Cossack of the past pakalennya,
Z kalossya tsyazhkoga zhytoў i wheat,
Z suzor'yaў i sonechnye tseplenyaў,
Z grumuchaga zzyanny turbulent krynits,
Z ptushynaga shchebetu, the noise of oak trees,
I z mountain, і z joyful, і z usago
Tago, which lay down on the back of ў asnova
Shrines of the people, byasmertsya yago, -
You are woven, dzіўnaya native mova.
Nyama on the ground tago hchastsa i mountain,
Yakoga you wouldn’t give us a Muggle.
Nyama of such netraў, thick pestilence
I mountains, praz yakіya you would not rule
Myane to radzіmu, there, dze syagonnya
The enemy's heel is covered
Hatay over the bedroom, over native paddocks,
Over the future and over the song of May, -
Above tym, that was and that the age of budze is free.
The people of pranyase tsyabe, dear mova,
Holy unquenchable at the heart of the svaim
Praz tsemru and the years of zmagannya severe.
Kali w apadze i dispel smoke
I nіvy you crossed zakalyastsa, -
You are prashumish forever with a spring dajj,
Iznoў zvіnіsh you ў skin at hatse,
Tsymbalam dasi ih syarebrany thunder
I wusny raskvetsіsh grin dziatsі.

Lidziya Polazava
Native language
You are a shepherd to your native language:
Zhaўrukova song ringing ...
Kolki farbaў, adtsennyaў at the word!
Yak pyavucha liezza-guchyts!

Cornflowers, ramonkas shepcha
In dense, open meadows.
Gulkіm reham hamonіts at zarechcha,
I saloon trell ў gayakh.

It’s shy, jabbering halo,
Then vyaselkay swim over the forests.
So the guests have an affectionate request,
So byasedu gascinna vyadze!

Hail to the suns of the sun,
Ripe ears of cornfields make noise!
At Karagodze, spinning with a lanyard
Faith, Mova May - budze zhyts!

Milaguchnaya and affectionate!
Not ruined ў tsemry vyakov.
My holy pasag, my spadchyna -
Mova dear, mova father!

Nil Gilevich

Yak you dear to me, my dear mova!

Yak you dear to me, my dear mova!
Milaguchnae, sonorous, sing words!
You kalystsі z kalyska fell me
I vouchyla ў father's on the hands of gavarts.
Zhytstsi maim have the words "mom"
I tsyaper for me, she herself is sweet Guchyts.
I am learning to read in the literature of my relatives,
The first primer for me would be zhytsya palavina.
I was happy, my dear, say
First time: "Belarus, the sun of May - the land!"
І tsyaper for me you are jumping,
Hotz, I know, I didn’t speak on the candle,
I am dearer and closer
Native language of the priest-neumiruchy Kupala.
And think of an enemy from a distant land
Apply, adapt, learn my language May-
I won't allow it.
I'm not giving it.
I won't sell.
I don't mess around.
Yes, I shepherd death for your will!

Ales Garadzensky

Native language

Native language, matchyna,
Yak motsna tsyabe I love!
Hell selling has given to spadchyn,
Yakіya daўno pishli ў zemlyu

Native language, charm,
Z nyabyosaў gave us
Mova, you are great
Pan God give us tsyabe himself

Native language, kryunaya,
For tsyabe shed blood sons
Psavaly tsyabe, rolled enemies,
And you, as you lived, so you live on Earth.

Janka Kupala

native words

Powerful words, you dear words!

With me you are in reality and ў dream;

My soul shook with a buzzer, new,

You taught me a song.

Byasmortal words, you dear words!

You are false, you are wrong;

Hotz persecuted tsyabe, imposed akov,

Dyy darma: live like a zhylo!

Free words, you dear words!

Play it down, have fun!

Hotz gadziny sykayutsya, circling owls,

You live for the praise of people.

Driven words, you, native words!

Grymі over the happy earth:

What is a native language, even a poor language,

Miley naybagatshay stranger!

Pimen Panchanka

Native language

Linen and life. Sialyanskaya.
Baravaya ў Cossack beauty.
Starazhytnaya. You are the most Slavic.
Light, like grass in a race.
Vibrant, free, piercing,
Mova Belarusian May!
Dratavali, zdzekvalіsya, tormented ...
You lived and ў pratsy, and ў byah.
Right tsyabe, like a sun dziva,
I Kupala, yes, and we all dreamed...
Hell tsyabe, caress and right,
Adrakayutstsa tsyaper your sons.
Right my people, tserpyalіvy, pratsavіty,
Remember partisan dances...
Who is behind us? More pragmatic.
Haluёў I smell galas.
I'm sleeping right zhyta and right zhyta,
Hate the accompanist and jump,
And sagonnya - vyalіkadzyarzhaўnіkaў,
What irritated my people.
Learned not to work -
Fluffy and beautiful.
Dzetsi ў schools z іnshay movayu work.
I am a Hatz, our natives, you are worshiped,
I love my land... and I can't.

Piatrus Broka

Kali weasel

Have a favorite move, dear, nask,
Ah, yakiya words: "Kali weasel! .."
Yana is ringing with a sardech string,
Praz truncated zhytstse go with me.
Trapits is a guest at everyday life, and qi ў is holy:
- Kali weasel, Kali weasel, ў hut!
Don’t pastel the sessci prs sustrachs,
Like a patelnya sparkled ў stoves,
Dy i the glass flashed and rechy.
Bulba, smazhanina i kaўbaska,
Pakashtuyce, people, kali weasel!
The lad seems to be a daragoy dzyachyne:
- Kali weasel! Budzesh gasp! ..
Eh, zhytstse we will be jumping,
All for you berries to peramozham.
Thunder roar. Z nyabyosami razmov:
- Kali weasel, chaps of rain vyasnovy!
I am not very wild and I am not rare -
To gardens, to pushchas, to palettes,
On mushrooms, on yagads, on shrimp...
- Kali weasel! - our Zverot Byaskontsy.
We say to the early sun:
- Kali weasel, sun, come out of the darkness,
I rejoice at our creatures,
You know our mary for yourself!
- Kali weasel! .. - our mother language
Shchyryya i branchy words.

Nil Gilevich

Native language

Mova dear May you,

What and dzedavai was!

Mom's language, tata's language,

Mova our step has sat down!

You call, kali i ranku

I hear songs behind the akn,

I murmur, yak bae bike

My grandmother has gone to sleep.

I'll unravel the primer of the vyasely -

I know you talk with me,

Sweet meeting,

Yak zvanochak zalaty.

Tatssyana Maladtsova

Native mova, father mova
Native mova, father mova
The most dear to me,
The most jumping
Dear, sweetheart!

Treba mova pavovazhatsya,
Lamb yae,
Kab nobody could be angry
Belarusian words!

Forgetting everything,
Mommy is happy,
You are hell, my life,
Faith you adzina!

Radzima... Mova... Matzia..
Yak priyemna geta chuts!
I'm ready to give everything to them,
Kab add - and do not ring!

So live you forever
Mommy is happy,
The most dear to me,
My dearest!!!

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"Your land, your Radz ima

named light- Belarus!

T lesson topic: : "Your land, your RadzIma is named light - Belarus!

Lesson Objectives: arouse interest in the native country,

create conditions for students to reproduce information about Belarus,

develop the emotional sphere,

to cultivate a sense of love for their Motherland, respect for its history, traditions, a sense of pride in their people.

Type of lesson : panorama lesson.

Equipment: map of the Republic of Belarus, symbols of the state (coat of arms and flag), symbols of the city of Borisov, reproductions of paintings, portraits of famous people of Belarus, exhibition of books, photo gallery "The Great Patriotic War" ,tape recorder and discs with recordings of musical works.

Man has nothing

more beautiful and dearer than the motherland.

A man without a country

poor person.

Ya. Kolas

During the classes:

(The 1st verse of the song “Spadchyna” sounds, I. Luchenok - Y. Kupala)

Appeal to the epigraph :

Teacher's word:

During the classes

Teacher's word:

Congratulations on the Day of Knowledge, wishing you success in the new academic year.

Announcement of the topic of the first lesson, motivation for learning activities.

What a beautiful name our country has - Belarus! "Belaya Rus" - a gentle and poetic name suits this country perfectly. White means light, pure, innocent. Belarus is not characterized by bright colors of the Mediterranean. Nor does it possess the striking exoticism of Africa or the subtle slyness of the East. Her quiet charm manifests itself gradually - in the soft tints of the morning sky over a blurred horizon line, in the greenery of freely spreading fields, in the invigorating aroma of a pine forest, in the sad cry of cranes. The elusive beauty of Belarus will be revealed to those who are able to stop and feel the world around them: peer into the deep eyes of Belarus - blue lakes, dip your hands into the cool water of a cheerful stream, hide from the warm rain under the green paw of spruce...

An amazing thing: it may seem that here, in the very heart of Europe, time has slowed down its run - let the 21st century rage around, let civilization move forward by leaps and bounds, and in Belarus nature remains natural, people human, values ​​eternal. During its centuries-old history, Belarus has been conquered many times, but it has never been a conqueror itself. Belarusians had to change their faith, adopt a foreign culture and language, and assimilate with other peoples. But with all this, Belarus has never lost its national identity - it bowed like grass under a hurricane of conquests, only to straighten up and turn green again.

Appeal to the epigraph: "A person has nothing more beautiful and dearer than the Motherland. A person without a Motherland is a poor person." (Y. Kolas.) Belarus is our Motherland, because we were born here, because it is our land, our Belarus is dear to us.

I am Belarusian

I am Belarusian, I am Naradzi wuxia

On getai Cossack land ,

Dze m i well lyasou i pushchau dz i to i X

Adveka prashchury lived.

I am Belarus, I am Ganarus,

What mayu getae i me,

Good luck to the glory of Belarus

In the light I know for good reason!

I am Belarusian, i I'm happy you,

What matz i gave me a language,

What native songs were chanted you

I zbl i I can smell, i away.

I am Belarusian, i at least sagonnya

Yashche are small, but I will say:

I will give birth to a tribe of non-pakori

I won't let go of the bad guys!

N. Gi a lion i h

Why are we called Belarusians, and our land is called Belarus? Why such a name arose, no one knows for sure. Some say that white means free. White color has always been a symbol of free life.

Reading a poem by a student

White means clean!

White means good!

You are like a dewdrop, sparkling.

You, like an orphan, are modest.

Tartars trampled

And a brutal fascist

But your face, my dear,

Clear and clean.

I wanted to conquer Chernobyl with my claws,

Blacken your whiteness, blacken your whiteness.

He couldn't finish the job.

You shine again!

You are white again!

The paradise of dandelions is burning again.

I love you, my Belarusian land.

White means clean!

White means good!

You, like an orphan, are modest.

You are like a dewdrop, sparkling.

I'm not afraid to repeat for everyone:

You are white, Belarus!

Hope Skrebe

Belarus, Belaya Rus. We call it Motherland. Why?

(Because we were born here, because it is the dearest of all countries in the world.)

Reading the poem "Our Belarus" V. Karizny:

Student:

There is no better land in the world:

Shout out - answer with a song,

Ask the sun - from the heights

It will come straight to your house.

Generously gives warmth ...

Take care of your land, your home.

Honey is the sweetest one here…

Our land is like a mother's caress.

Teacher:And we also call our Belarus Fatherland, Fatherland. Why?

(Because we inherited from our fathers. And they - from their fathers, our grandfathers. And then - from great-grandfathers. And so on - to the most distant ancestors.)

Reading verse. S. Gauruseva

Student:

Prashchur my besperapynku

Pratsavaў usim naўzdzіў,

Lashchy scyablinka,

What a clear passage.

Dzelya fresh to that skarynka

I'm glad to get over the earth,

Bystsam at the promenі-іskrynkі

Could have sun yon sabrats.

I am nashchadak yago dbaina,

Yes, hands fell to me

Airplanes and harvesters,

Tsyagniki and ships.

And such is my strength,

What - kab only zahatse -

I would not bash any

All planets are ablazeў.

Teacher's word:Every nation, like every person, has its own character, its own destiny. A person, as they say, going out into the world, shares the best that he has. The people enrich humanity with the best spiritual gifts collected over the millennia. And this amazing gift passes from generation to generation. And now we will check in the game how well you know the proverbs and sayings of the Belarusian people.

Game "Make a proverb"

Native land of myakchey of someone else's paryny.

Usyakay birdies svayo nest sweet.

At your own edge, like a paradise.

Nyama tastiest vadzitsy, like from native krynitsy.

That father's love, who is sad to serve her.

A chalavek without a joy is like a Salavey without a song.

Whoever is for Radzim Gara, that sapper hero.

(The song “My native kut” sounds, I. Luchenok - Y. Kolas)

Teacher's word:Indeed, there is nothing more beautiful and dearer to a person than the Motherland. “A man without a homeland is a beggar,” wrote J. Kolas.

And today these proverbs and sayings are our companions and wise advisers.

. “What is it, my land? - wrote V. Korotkevich, - These are golden fields of bread with blue eyes of cornflowers. Forests bright from birch trees, deafened by bird calls. Forests that look like temples, forests where deer proudly carry their crowns. There are endless rivers where beavers and fish splash before sunset, and there are almost 11,000 lakes as clean as a child’s smile.”

Verse. Vasil Zhukovich "Rodny kut"

Student: Mіzh lyasami and azerami - cornflower blue,

I don't know, I don't know jumping lands,

And byarozki over darogami, and ramonki ў muraga

And I can’t work at the windows to fall out of love.

Teacher's word:And the greatest wealth of Belarus is its people. V. Karatkevich wrote about them this way: “The lively, intelligent, hardworking Belarusian people. The Belarusian is distinguished by generosity, readiness to always come to the rescue in trouble.” We will always remember those people who made a huge contribution to the formation of the value system of Belarusians.

What famous people of Belarus do you know? ( F. Skaryn, Efrosinya Polotskaya, Vitovt, N. Gusovsky, K. Kalinovsky, Ya. Kupala, Ya. Kolas…)

A poem by Ales Staver

Student:

My people take care of your pile.

Skin is our historical expert

Kind words remember Skaryna more than once

I praise for the wisdom of the Mscist.

Guchyts sang the name of Kalinovskaya,

I Kupala and Kolas words, -

Learned their land of Belarusian love

Belarusian native words.

Teacher's word:The Belarusian people are very kind, hospitable, sympathetic. He never went to war with other lands, but he bravely defended his homeland. “Yes, our hands do not tremble for a stranger, but for ours - our hands are adventurous,” the proverb says. The most severe trials fell on the lot of the Belarusian people during the Great Patriotic War.

1st student:On June 22, 1941, in the morning, when all the people were sleeping, the Nazi invaders suddenly rained down thousands of shells and bombs on the cities and villages of Belarus. (the song “Get up, the country is huge” sounds)

2nd student.The first blow of the enemy was taken by the border guards and soldiers of the Bret fortress. For 28 days its defenders heroically held out. There is still an inscription on the walls of the fortress: “I am dying, but I do not give up. Farewell, Motherland!”

3rd student:A real people's war unfolded on the territory of Belarus. “A peaceful hour is a salayanka, a military woman is a partisan”, - folk wisdom. 100-year-old grandfather Talash and 14-year-old Marat Kozei fought heroically against the Nazis - old and young came out to defend the Motherland.

(Sounds “Lasnaya Song” by V. Olovnikov - A. Rusak))

4th student.The Nazis wanted to turn our land into a death camp behind barbed wire. In the Trostyanets camp for three years they killed 200 thousand people. On the map of Belarus, we will not find the names of many pre-war villages - they were destroyed by the Nazis, like the village of Khatyn.

Student:

Versh by V. Zhukovich “Busel over Khatynnu”

Hovering over Khatynny busel,

Sunny-pagodlіvay bright.

Comes flock. I people at the Skruse.

Anidze khatsina no hell.

The human galas freeze,

Guki abudzhalny are clear,

I swim disturbing takіya

Subtle plaintive calls.

Wandering busels over Khatynnu

І ў Smuze fell in the clouds of a sign.

Papyalishcha ўsyo yashche not ashamed.

І ў breasts do not stop crying.

5th student.In the summer of 1944, Soviet troops began the final expulsion of the enemy from Belarus. On July 3, 1944, the Belarusian capital was liberated, and we celebrate this day as the Independence Day of our Motherland.

6th student:And in distant Berlin, thousands of kilometers from his native land, the Belarusian warrior Pyotr Lukyanovich accomplished a feat. This poem is about him:

7th student:

It was in May, at dawn,

The battle grew near the walls of the Reichstag,

I noticed a German girl

Our soldier on the dusty pavement.

She stood trembling at the pillar,

Fear froze in blue eyes,

And pieces of luminous metal

Death and torment were sown around.

Here he is a memory, like saying goodbye, in the summer,

He kissed his daughter

Maybe the father of this girl,

He shot his own daughter.

But now in Berlin, under fire,

A soldier crawled, and shielded his body,

Girl in a short white dress

Carefully removed from the fire.

And in Berlin, on a festive date,

Was raised to stand for centuries

Monument to the Soviet soldier

With a rescued girl in her arms.

It stands as a symbol of our glory,

Like a beacon glowing in the dark.

It is he, the soldier of my state,

Protects peace throughout the earth.

Teacher's word:And this year we celebrated the 66th anniversary of the liberation

Republic of Belarus from the Nazi invaders.

This joyful holiday was celebrated with tears in the eyes of our whole country.

And we bow low to those who died defending their Motherland,

those who are with us now, those

who gave us the blue sky, the golden sun, a new day.

Student:

Poem

My country, native Belarus,

May it always fly freely over you

Our flag, in which we happily merged

Colors that we all love.

Green is the color of fields, meadows, forests,

And red is the color of life and hope,

And white color, as a symbol of all ages,

Keeping in the heart and love and loyalty.

teacher's word: Our flag is one of the symbols of our independent state of Belarus. Three stripes of the national flag carry the position of goodness, success and prosperity to all citizens of the Republic of Belarus.

What other symbols of the state do you know?

(Coat of arms and anthem)

Student: The coat of arms reflects the best qualities and character traits of a Belarusian: diligence, goodwill, striving for the best. The rays of the sun rising from behind the globe are directed at the contours of Belarus, as if warming it, bringing joy, warmth, light.

The unification of the Earth and the Sun is the main sign of life, the hope for the prosperity of Belarus. A wreath of golden ears, on the right with clover flowers, on the left with flax flowers - a symbol of labor and wealth. At the bottom there is an inscription in gold - the Republic of Belarus.

When do we celebrate the Day of the State Emblem and Flag?

(Second Sunday in May. This year we celebrate this day on May 9)

Student:A hymn is a solemn song that symbolizes unity. It is a musical and poetic work. The authors of the National Anthem of the Republic of Belarus - words - M. Klimkovich, V. Karizno, music - N. Sokolovsky.

Performed during official state ceremonies.

During the official performance of the National Anthem of the Republic of Belarus, those present listen to it standing up, men without hats.

Teacher's word:Thus, the emblem, anthem and flag are the main symbols of independence, conveying the historical and cultural heritage of our people, emphasizing the national spirit and dignity of Belarusian citizens. We, as true citizens of our country, must know our symbols and treat them with respect and reverence .

Teacher's word:

Our native city also has its own anthem, coat of arms and flag.

The little prince in the fairy tale by A. Exupery says:” I got up in the morning, washed myself, put myself in order - and immediately put your planet in order. ”He said so because his planet was very small, and he had to constantly uproot baobabs that could harm his rose. Our city is our planet, and we must listen to the words of the little prince - they have great meaning.

Verse. Roman Rubinchik "Borisov is my city"

Student:

Our ancestors stood up with swords

At the crossroads of roads and centuries,

Here they found their home and friends,

Defeated uninvited enemies.

You did not give up, scorched by the war,

My city, you fought and lived.

And a dream, and inspired by labor,

He restored his glory again.

I love you, my epic land,

I live and I'm proud of you.

You show off, my old city.

My Borisov, my Belarus!

Teacher's word:And now I want to tell you a story.

There once lived a just and wise king in one of the countries. And he had three sons. But now the king grew old and decided to transfer his kingdom to one of his sons who would be the most capable for a difficult task. He called his sons and said:

- My dear sons! You see that your father can no longer rule the country. I would have abdicated a long time ago, if only my cherished dream would come true, which does not give me peace of mind. So I thought: the one of you who will be able to fulfill my dream will rule the kingdom.

- Long live our dear father, his will is sacred to us! What is this dream that our wise parent could not fulfill?

- Do you see that huge, capacious storage facility that I built a long time ago? I dreamed of filling it with what was most needed in the world, what would bring happiness to all my people. The storage is currently empty. And whoever of you fills it with the most needed thing in the world, may he inherit my throne. Take from my treasures as much as you like, and go each by yourself from city to city, from country to country, find the most necessary thing and fill my store. I give you three times forty days.

The sons kissed their father's hand and set off. Three times for forty days they walked and traveled from city to city, from country to country, they saw strange people, they saw enough of unknown customs, and on the appointed day they appeared, appeared before their father.

- Welcome, my dear sons! Well, how did you find the very thing you need in the world?

“Yes, they did, our dear father!” the sons answered the king. And the father immediately led them to the door of the vault. And there all the courtiers gathered and the people, apparently, invisibly. The king opened the door and called his eldest son.

- How will you fill this huge storage, my dear son, what is the most necessary thing in the world?

The eldest son took out a handful of grain from his pocket and, holding it out to his father, said:

- I will fill this huge storage with bread, dear father! What in the whole world is more necessary than bread? Who can live without bread? I traveled a lot, saw a lot, found nothing more necessary than bread! And then the father called the middle son.

“What will you fill this huge vault with, my dear son?”

The middle son took out a handful of earth from his pocket and, holding it out to his father, said:

- I will fill this huge storehouse with earth, dear father! What in the whole world is more necessary than land? Without land there is no bread! Who can live without land? I traveled a lot, saw a lot, found nothing more necessary than land.

Then the father called his younger son.

“What will you fill this huge vault with, my dear youngest son?”

At these words, the younger son resolutely crossed the threshold of the vault, took out a candle and flint from his pocket, struck a spark on flint, lit the tinder, and from it a candle. Everyone decided that he wanted to get a better look at the vault by candlelight.

- Well, tell me, son, what will you fill? Father asked impatiently again.

- With light I will fill this huge storage, wise father, only with light! I traveled a lot, saw a lot, found nothing more necessary than light. Without light, the earth will not produce bread. Without light, there will be no life on earth. I have traveled many countries, seen a lot and understood: the light of knowledge is the most necessary thing. Only the light of knowledge can rule the world

. - Well done, my son! - the father was delighted. - You rightfully deserved the throne and the scepter, because you want to fill your kingdom and the souls of people with light and knowledge.

- Long live our young light-bearing king! the servants and all the people exclaimed with enthusiasm.

Teacher's word:

It is the light of knowledge that will give you the opportunity to see your country happy and beautiful.

And the school opens the doors for you and invites you to this amazing, wonderful, magical world of knowledge.

And we must confirm our love for the Motherland, for our native city, for our native land with our deeds. What do you think?

(Live honestly, study well, do good deeds, respect elders, love nature, etc.)

And as our President, Alexander Grigoryevich Lukashenko, said: I believe that you are laying a mustache, to become worthy of Aychyna's piles to the worthy citizens.

Remember, guys, the land of our fathers is our land, it is in our hands, and it depends only on you and me what it will be like in the future. Only you yourself must build your “house” in the broadest sense of the word. And whether this sand castle or a modern, reliable building made of the most durable materials is up to you. And remember: you are responsible for our homeland - Belarus, for its unique beauty, for the richest centuries-old heritage, for ecological and economic well-being, for its happiness!

Let her blossom every day, and we will help her with this. (Students stick their symbols of the heyday of Belarus on the map of Belarus - a tree, the sun, flowers, a house, a stork, a dove, etc. - and comment on their choice)

(The song “White Russia” sounds, V. Rainchik - L. Pranchak.)

I think each of you can proudly say: "The land of father's is my land"!

Symbols of the heyday of the Republic of Belarus

Student:

I am native land of ganarus

I know - I'm not adzin.

I am a citizen of Belarus,

Zyamli pile addany son.

Everything that is here - may be right,

I make my own forest for aychynayu dzyalya.

I am our native jarzhava

Yak matsi dear love.

Student:

We are rightfully following you,

We call Aichynai a pile.

I will be a bright reality,

We save our world i pack.

Remember, only your country and your land will always warm you with real maternal warmth!