Literary composition for the New Year. Musical and literary composition “The Magic Book of Winter. Musical orchestra to the music of G. Sviridov “Blizzard”

Musical and literary lounge “MUSIC OF WINTER”

Leisure scenario for children of senior preschool age

Musical director Nadezhda Aleksandrovna Popova.
Target: instill love for classical music, to the work of classical poets through the synthesis of arts (music, poetry).
Tasks: develop musical and Creative skills children:
learn independently, determine the character and content of a musical work, respond emotionally to it; convey character musical works through movement, develop motor qualities and skills; develop singing skills, ear for music;
improve the ability to play in an orchestra, use a variety of techniques for playing children's musical instruments; expand your musical horizons;
develop a love for Russian artistic expression; improve intonation expressiveness of speech; foster a culture of communication during joint activities children and adults.
Preliminary work:
- conversations about characteristic features and signs of winter;
- selection and learning of songs and poems about winter;
- acquaintance with the work of composers and poets who wrote works about winter;
- listening to the works of P.I. Tchaikovsky " Winter morning", "Christmastide", "On Troika", "Waltz of Snow Flakes", G. Sviridov "Blizzard", A. Vivaldi "Winter";
- conversations about the nature of the music listened to, learning winter songs; staging a dance sketch to the music of “Waltz of Snow Flakes” by P.I. Tchaikovsky;
- work with a children's musical orchestra (the play “On the Troika” by P. I. Tchaikovsky.)
Leisure progress.
“Waltz” by G. Sviridov sounds.
Children enter the hall and sit down.
(slide - winter forest)

Music hands Good afternoon, our dear guests. Today we met in the music room to talk about winter, to hear how music and poetry talk about it.
In winter, nature is incredibly beautiful! Everything around turns white and sparkles. The trees dress up in fluffy snow-white clothes, everything around is covered with a white blanket, and winter draws fancy patterns on the glass: fairy-tale birds, crystal flower petals, fantastic castles.
Many poets have sung the beauty and magic of winter. Listen to the poem by A.S. Pushkin:
Here is the north, the clouds are catching up,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The sorceress winter is coming.
Came, crumbled into shreds
Hanged on the branches of oak trees,
Lay down in wavy carpets
Among the fields, around the hills;
Brega with a still river
She leveled it with a plump veil,
The frost has flashed and we are glad
To the pranks of Mother Winter.
Music hands Let's try to briefly travel 100 years ago, to the living room where Russian nobles gathered, and music will help us with this.
(slide - antique living room with a piano)

“Waltz” by P. I. Tchaikovsky sounds
Yes... back then there were living rooms for home music playing. Every self-respecting family had a guitar or piano in the living room. And sometimes both.
After dinner, someone picked up a guitar or sat down at the piano and the hall was filled with sounds. Let us give our listeners the romance “I remember the lovely sound of a waltz...” by composer Lisztov.
And our teacher Valentina Viktorovna will perform it.
Sounds like romance “I remember the lovely sound of the waltz,” music and lyrics by N. Listov.

Music hands We thank Valentina Viktorovna.

Many artists, poets and composers loved winter for its magical beauty, pure, clear sparkling colors. Let's talk about winter today, listen to music about it.
Music will open its fabulous gates only to the most attentive listener. Listen to the wonderful sounds of music - and you will hear: a light breeze, the rustle of quietly falling snowflakes or the crystal ringing of a drop...
- What kind of music is playing now?
The play is playing“December” by P. I. Tchaikovsky
Children. The play “December” by composer P.I. Tchaikovsky from the album “Seasons” was performed.
Music hands Of course, guys, this music is familiar to you.
But what wonderful lines came from the pens of poets to talk about winter beauty, about her greatness.
(slide illustrating the text of Pushkin’s passage)

Children read excerpts about winter from A. S. Pushkin’s novel “Eugene Onegin”
Winter!.. The peasant, triumphant,
On the firewood he renews the path;
His horse, sensing the snow,
Trotting along somehow;
Fluffy reins exploding,
The daring carriage flies;
The coachman sits on the beam
In a sheepskin coat and a red sash.
Here is a yard boy running,
Having placed the bug in the sled,
Transforming himself into a horse;
The naughty man has already frozen his finger:
It's both painful and funny to him,
And his mother threatens him through the window...
(slide – winter nature)
Music hands Guys, we also know songs about winter. Let's sing one of them.
Song “Zimushka-winter”, music. Z. Root
Music hands Winter... what is it like?
Children. Cold, harsh, blizzard, fluffy, soft, beautiful, caring.
Music hands Absolutely right. Thoughtful. This is how the poet A. Korinfsky writes about this in his poem “Blanket”.

The poem “Blanket” will be performed by Nastya and her mother:
Daughter - Why, dear, does it snow in winter?
Mom - Nature weaves a blanket out of it!
Daughter - Blanket, mom? Why is it?!
Mom - Without him, the ground would become cold!
Daughter - And who, dear one, should look for warmth in her?!
Mom - To those who will have to spend the winter:
Little seeds, grains of bread,
Roots of blades of grass, cereals and flowers.
Music hands Guys, we know winter is playful and playful. Dima, tell us about it.
Verse by N. A. Nekrasov. "Snowball"
The snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It's white outside.
And puddles turned
In cold glass.
Where the finches sang in summer,
Today - look! –
Like pink apples
There are bullfinches on the branches.
The snow is cut up by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry,
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.
Music hands What sounds can you hear in winter?
Children. The creaking of snow, the sound of ice, the sound of the wind, the howl of a blizzard.
(slide – flying snowflakes)

Music hands Right. But the flight of light airy snowflakes cannot be heard, but you can come up with music about it. But first, let's listen to a poem about a snowflake performed by Katya.
Konstantina Balmont “Snowflake”
Light fluffy,
Snowflake white,
How clean
How brave!
Dear stormy
Easy to carry
Not to the azure heights,
Begs to go to earth.
But here it ends
The road is long,
Touches the earth
Crystal star.
Fluffy lies
Snowflake is brave.
How clean
How white!
Music hands Our dear guests, now we will hear “Waltz of Snow Flakes”. What is the name of the composer who composed this work?
Children. P. I. Tchaikovsky. This waltz is from his ballet The Nutcracker.
Music hands We will not only hear fairytale music, but we will also see the dance of snowflake girls.

Dance-etude to the music of P.I. Tchaikovsky
"Waltz of Snow Flakes"
Music hands The wonderful music of Tchaikovsky from his ballets and the album “Seasons” cannot leave anyone indifferent. What other composer has an album “Seasons”?
Children. U Italian composer Antonio Vivaldi has 4 concerts: “Spring”, “Summer”, “Autumn”, “Winter”.
Music hands Now we will hear a fragment of the “Winter” concert that is well known to you.
An excerpt from “Winter” by A. Vivaldi is played.
Music hands Guys, what is winter like in Vivaldi’s work? What does the music sound like?
Children. The music sounds excited, anxious, winter is blizzard, restless, cold.
Music hands Vivaldi himself wrote about this music:
Numb under the fresh snow,
Under the sharp wind blowing into the pipe.
Run, stamping your boots,
And cowering and shivering in the cold.
I think the poems that Artemy will read would also fit here.
I. Nikitin “Made noisy, went wild...” ...
Made noise, walked around
There is bad weather in the field;
Covered with white snow
Smooth road.
Covered with white snow,
There's no trace left
Dust and blizzard rose,
Out of sight.
Yes to the daring kid
The storm is not a concern:
He will pave the way,
If only there was a hunt.
The dead of midnight is not scary,
Long journey and blizzard,
If the young man is in his mansion
A beautiful friend is waiting.
Music hands After a storm there is always a calm.
An excerpt from the play “On the Troika” is played. November
P. Tchaikovsky
(slide – three horses)

Music hands Winter gives us our favorite holidays, the most fun things to do: snowball fights, sledding, skiing, ice skating, troika with bells.
What piece of music is playing now?
Children."At three." P.I. Tchaikovsky.
Music hands In Russia, a troika is a horse harnessed together under one arc. Bells were often hung from the arch, which played loudly when driving quickly.
Let's listen to the play to the end and decorate it with the sounds of suitable children's musical instruments, which you can choose yourself.

(Children preparatory group choose bells, tambourine, metallophone, wooden spoons. They improvise to the soundtrack.)
Music hands Thanks guys. I suggest you perform the familiar song “Sleigh”, accompanying yourself on bells.

Song "Sleigh", music. A Filippenko
(winter evening slide)

Music hands We have one more picture left. What do we see? Quiet winter evening. It is dark all around and only the lights in the windows of the houses illuminate the way for the lost traveler. Let's sit down near the fireplace, relax and watch the fire crackle.
"Dance with Candles" music. I.S. Bach "Aria from Suite No. 3"

Goals:
- replenish and consolidate children’s knowledge of attractions and famous people(poets) of their city;
- continue to improve children’s artistic and speech performance skills when reading prose and poems (emotional performance, natural behavior, ability to convey their attitude to the content with intonation, gesture, and facial expressions);
- continue to introduce musical works to Russians and foreign composers;
- cultivate love and the ability to see beauty native land in any season.

Leading the boy and girl of the preparatory group, during the composition were verses by Tobolsk poets: Lelia Mezentseva, Valentina Khokhryakova, Iraida Zubova, as well as fragments of the works of P. Tchaikovsky and Vivaldi “The Seasons”, vocal works: “Cold, Cold”, music. A. Grechaninova, “Winter”, music. Ts. Cui, “Birch”, music. V. Veselova.

Boy: Just recently there were autumn days in our city of Tobolsk, but now winter has come, it seems like every year it’s the same thing: snow and frost. But in fact, if you look closely, it is both cold and thawed, with snowstorms and dripping, snowy and sunny.
1st child:"Winter Song"
There are snowflakes on the windows again,
It's snowing again.
White ice floes from the sky,
Garden in white lace.
Now winter is coming -
There are no more autumn colors.
Melts in a white haze
The last autumn bouquet.
White, white kingdom
Zimushki - winters,
Snow wealth
The bins are full.
Girl: How beautiful the snowfall is in silent silence winter day when snowflakes flicker in the air, like little white moths, and quietly fall to the ground. Each snowflake is tender, fragile, like a beautiful fairy flower, and every flower is unique. (music by C. Cui “Winter” plays, slides of winter Tobolsk appear on the screen).
2nd child: reads a poem by L. Mezentseva. " Snowflake"
Snowflake silver
On my window.
Fluffy, beautiful!
Melts in your hand.
Has six rays
Snow star,
Zimushka-winter loves her very much.
Boy: After the snowfall it is so beautiful, like in a fairy tale. Young birch and linden trees, stretching out their thin trunks, form fancy arches covered with snow. Fir-trees and pine trees resemble snow maidens in white fluffy fur coats. It seems like some kind of wizard worked hard. And our poet Valentina Khokhryakova sees in the round dance of snowflakes, in the beauty of winter, boundless daring and Russian expanse. (Vivaldi’s music “The Seasons” plays and slides of winter Tobolsk appear on the screen).
3rd child: reads a poem by V. Khokhryakova.
Snowflakes
They circle in the sky,
Melting ice
Hanging on the branches.
Round dance songs
In a city decorated
Christmas tree
Ice towers.
The white troika is rushing
Along the narrow path.
Boundless prowess
And Russian expanse.
Girl: We can say that no season of the year is as magical as winter. In summer and spring, everything is noisy with life, everything turns green and blooms, breathes, enjoys the warmth and light. In winter, the beauty is completely different: trees covered in lace, snowflakes dancing a waltz on wires, beautiful birch trees standing huddled together, half asleep. (music by V. Veselov “Birch” sounds, slides of winter Tobolsk appear on the screen).
4th child: Reads a poem by I. Zubova "Winter Rhapsody"
Winter.
Tobolsk
I'm going happy.
The look of joy is wide open.
Well, until what
Winter is beautiful!
Night. And it’s not at all inviting to sleep.
I walk and wander through the winter streets.
There are trees covered in lace.
Snowflakes, holding hands tightly,
They dance the waltz on the wires.
Here are the birch trees - beauties
They stand quietly on the sidelines
Garlands of lights blinked,
Slightly snuggling half asleep.
Boy: But then the landscape changes and we see pictures of a harsh winter, because sometimes it turns into the formidable commander Frost. (music sounds“Cold, cold”, A. Grechaninova, Slides of winter Tobolsk appear on the screen).
5th child: reads a poem by L. Mezentseva "Winter Signs"
Oh, and the frost will break out tomorrow!
There's already a column of smoke coming out of the chimneys,
And the red sun goes down,
The wind brings clouds to us.
Girl: How many wonderful games and entertainments the sorceress winter brought with her: snow games, ice slides, skiing and skating, and the children are not afraid of either a blizzard, or a blizzard, or frost, because the mischievous people are playing snowballs, It’s fun for me to shoot on the ice slide. (Tchaikovsky’s music “The Seasons” plays, slides of winter Tobolsk appear on the screen).
6th child: reads a poem by L. Mezentseva "Winter"
Winter has whitened the paths,
A blizzard and a blizzard swirled around.
Birch trees stand in the frost,
Their branches are like dragonflies.
Here are the sleds rushing down the hill,
The kids laugh joyfully.
They love to slide down the hill,
Make friends with the blizzard winter.
Cheeks are rosy, nose is red,
But they are not afraid of frost.
Skiing, skating -
I wouldn't say goodbye to winter.
Boy: And she also brought many miracles with her, because winter is the most beautiful, magical time of the year, when the most fabulous holidays come: New Year, Christmastide, Christmas And how many Grandfather Frosts and Granddaughters are in my city! And in poetry and prose. Where will we go from them? Well, Aershov's heroes? How they make people happy! I want to congratulate them, I won’t hide it, it’s their New Year too! I. Zubova (the music “Father Frost” from R. Schumann’s “Album for Youth” plays, slides of winter Tobolsk appear on the screen).
7th child: reads a poem "Happy New Year!"
The town sparkled with lights -
Snowy, festive with a green Christmas tree.
Have fun frosty Grandfather:
"Happy new year friends!
Happy New Year!"
Fireworks colored lights
In the dark sky they explode brightly.
All of Tobolsk was lit up with lights,
Our grandfathers became hot.
He started dancing in earnest,
I accidentally caught the accordionist.
This is how we have our Christmas tree today!
"Happy new year friends!
Happy New Year!"
Valentina Khokhryakova. The literary and musical composition ends, candles are lit on the tables and girls in elegant dresses dancing "Waltz" music by G. Sviridov from the movie "Blizzard".

Elena Strizhakova

musical and literary composition)

Goal: - Improve singing and choral skills in conveying the mood of a song.

Develop artistry when conveying a dance image

To teach to see and hear the beauty of words, music, movement. Find visual arts to convey the color of the mood of a winter look.

Develop musically imaginative thinking, a sense of harmony of nature in creativity.

New Year, winter, baptism,

Laughter, fun, chaos,

And funny gifts

Games, dancing, leapfrog.

Everything comes true in the world,

If you really want it,

And for a winter walk,

We want to invite you.

We'll find ourselves in a world of dreams,

Into the world of magical children's dreams,

Where is love, kindness and happiness,

They dance with us. (E. Strizhakova)

“The Winter's Tale” music by V. Shainsky, lyrics by M. Tanich

A snowflake flew, soared, swirled,

And she quietly landed on my hand,

Crystal edge, snow-white patterns,

You are a mystery, a miracle of great nature. (E. Strizhakova)

Song "Snowman" music by Y. Dubravin, lyrics by M. Plyatskovsky Who can tell what snow is?

You take it in your palm, it’s like it’s not there,

Only water runs from your hands,

And it lies on the ground, glittering!

Silently falls, lies down,

In the winter sun everything sparkles,

It's like it's all made of gems,

Sung by poets throughout the centuries. (E. Strizhakova)

Song “First Snow” music by V. Boganov, lyrics by V. Orlov

The magic book of winter opens,

Kind words about Mother Winter appear:

Talented, crystal, pure and cold,

You slowly weave lace patterns for us,

And like a bride in white, your love is generous,

You will leave your kiss, slightly bewitching.

Warm the big earth with fluffy snow,

Or you can dissolve with jingling ice flakes,

Witch, enchantress, Zimushka - Winter. (E. Strizhakova)

“Waltz of the Snow Flakes” music by P. Tchaikovsky from the ballet “The Nutcracker”- Green Christmas tree, where did you grow up?

- In the forest, in a clearing near a stream.

-Who is left in the clearing now?

- Brothers and sisters, I miss you.

- Don’t be sad, we’re fine,

- It’s just a long way from you to the forest.

- Do you want to come back? Return to the woods?

“There was a stump of me left there.”

- Look how happy you are!

– It’s doubly nice to give joy! (E. Strizhakova)

“Yolka” music by E. Tilicheeva, lyrics by E. Shmakova

The snowstorm is humming and the wind is blowing,

And the clouds are floating across the sky,

I don't see a long road,

Along it my path lies home.

The eyes are so blinded by strong rubbing,

And the snow flies, flies in the face,

Blizzard and blizzard - two friends,

In winter it is given to us to meet. (E. Strizhakova)

Musical orchestra to the music of G. Sviridov “Blizzard”

In winter you can't go out in cold weather in shoes,

And you won’t go in a dress either,

Throw on a warmer fur coat,

And you’ll go for a walk in felt boots. (E. Strizhakova)

Russian folk dance"Felt boots"

Today I’ll take a walk, play to my heart’s content,

I'll blush in the cold, so that Santa Claus, look:

Like sledding and skiing up and down a snowy hill,

And then the snowballs and the fortress will prepare a surprise for us.

Children's laughter, in snowy winter,

Clean air and play

You and I will become stronger,

We'll never let it go! (E. Strizhakova)

Round dance “What we like in winter” music by E. Tilicheeva

The winter day of winter flew by unnoticed,

You and I were able to fully admire it:

This is a whirlwind and contemplation,

This is a child's laughter, a game,

And, of course, parting,

How the Star appears. (E. Strizhakova)

Song – dance “Stars” music and lyrics by L. Guseva

The book of winter closes

But miracles continue

In the pictures that we draw,

In the poems and music of winter.

“December” by P. I. Tchaikovsky from the cycle “The Seasons”

Brightly illuminating this topic through compilation methods (collections of poems famous poets, demonstration and illustrative material, textbooks) the effect of immersing the child in the world of beauty is achieved and his preferences are formed using examples of world classics.

This sketch is only part of the reflection of a large preparatory work, based solely on my creativity and program material from the preschool educational institution.

Literary and musical composition “Happy New Year!”

Happy New Year, Happy New Year!

Congratulations to everyone at once.

Let them sound with his arrival

Songs, music and laughter.

Let every day and every hour

New things will come to you.

May your mind be good

And the heart will be kind.

Let my song fly by like a bird,

The New Year is already around the corner.

We will be with you, friends, we are having fun now,

So that worries fly away.

(performing the song “If only there were no winter...”)

And I will lead my conversation about

(These are not fairy tales, but truly, they were).

Remember your father's home

And the one who was truly loved.

And the heart does not need languid boredom,

Dear, dear people.

Your nimble hands have worked,

But hearts are knocking New Year.

(performance of the song “A Stream Flows”)

Today we will reveal our secrets to you,

Wishes flow in succession:

Low, low bow to respected doctors,

The disease bypasses you.

We wish you love and affection,

Let the snowstorms blow

Let the heroes good fairy tale

They will warm your heart.

(Dramatization of “The Tale of the Goldfish on new way»)

May currants bloom for you in the New Year,

Fishermen light fires.

And bow to the ground to you, dear Motherland,

Let the old people not know their needs.

(Performance of the song “My Dear Old People”)

It's nice to dance in a round dance in front of honest people.

And float, as if on the waves, in the songs of grandmothers and mothers.

Let's remember this song about the meadow duck.

All honest people love our ancient round dance.

(Round dance “I’ll go outside...”)

The fourteenth year of the new millennium...

And let the years fly by.

I want you to always be healthy

And they were always cheerful.

Let boredom leave your soul forever - just a little...

Let the cornflowers shine in the rye.

Let the boarding school live happily - our “Cherry”

Let the old people live without grief.

Let my timid song fly over the earth!

Look - life is good!

I believe that you are not quite old,

If you have a young soul.

Happy New Year! We wish you happiness and joy.

Meet the morning peaceful dawn.

Let them remain in the old sorrows...

Joy to you.

And live a hundred years without grief.

(Performance of the song “We wish you happiness”)

Try to answer the question: “What is our winter like?” Someone will say: “Cold and snowy,” and someone will object: “Not cold and not blizzard at all.” “Beautiful, fluffy and snow-white!” - another will exclaim in admiration.
Our winter is indeed very different. At first glance, every year is the same: snow and frost.
But in fact, if you look closely, it is both cold and thawed, with snowstorms and dripping, snowy and sunny.
And the day is different in winter! The early morning is quiet, inaudible, with the sun shriveled in the frosty blue and the snow crisp. And the evening is long, very long, thoughtful and a little mysterious, as if nature itself was waiting for a fairy tale to appear. And a fairy tale comes, looking into the windows of houses. She carefully creeps up to people from the darkness of the distant forest, from the mysterious light of the moon and the unexpectedly loud cracking of branches in the frozen silence of the night air.
For poets, musicians, and artists, our winter is beautiful, sometimes mischievous, sometimes quiet, like a dream. This is how it appears in A.S. Pushkin, cold, calm and majestic.

Here is the north, the clouds are catching up,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The sorceress winter is coming.
She came and fell apart; shreds
Hanged on the branches of oak trees;
Lay down in wavy carpets
Among the fields, around the hills,
Brega with a still river
She leveled it with a plump veil,
Frost flashed...

But there is also something very young and cheerful about winter. Another poet, P. Vyazemsky, welcoming winter, exclaims:

Hello, Russian young lady,
A beautiful soul.
Snow-white winch,
Hello, Mother Winter!

Everyone is happy about the pranks of “Mother Winter.” Frost reddens your cheeks and stings your nose. And the snow is light, fluffy and very slippery. The sleds fly along it in such a way that it takes your breath away. Fun in winter. A. A. Blok wrote:

To the naughty grandchildren
Knee-deep snow.
Fun for the kids
Fast sled run...
They run, laugh,
Making a snow house
They ring loudly
Voices all around...

Poetry and music always convey a person’s mood. And the one who writes about nature - with sounds, colors, words - unwittingly endows it with the feelings that he himself experiences. And then the moon in the poems becomes gloomy and angry, and the blizzard looks really angry.

In the evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
There was darkness in the cloudy sky,
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the dark clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad...

The storm ceased, light came and Good morning, and we admire along with Pushkin:

And now... look out the window:
Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies,
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice.

And another poet, S. A. Yesenin, paints winter a little sad. The lines sound calm and sad.

I'm going. Quiet. Rings are heard
Under the hoof in the snow.
Only gray crows
Made a lot of noise in the meadow...
The horse is galloping, there is a lot of space,
The snow is falling and the shawl is spreading,
Endless road
Runs away like a ribbon into the distance.

Winter is a magician. She bewitches everyone who is subject to her spell. Tyutchev writes: “The forest is bewitched by the enchantress in winter...” And Sergei Yesenin echoes: “Bewitched by the invisible, the forest is dozing under the fairy tale of sleep. It’s like a pine tree is tied with a white scarf...”
Winter dresses nature in unprecedented outfits. Let's listen to Yesenin again:

White birch
Below my window
Covered with snow
Exactly silver.

On fluffy branches
Snow border
The brushes have blossomed
White fringe.
And the birch tree stands
in sleepy silence,
and snowflakes are burning
in golden fire.

And the dawn? lazy
Walking around
Sprinkles branches
New silver.

We can say that no season is as magical as winter. In summer and spring, the earth is noisy with life: trees whisper with leaves, mischievous waves of rivers and rivulets race, meadows laugh with the diversity of grasses and flowers, the chirping and squeaking of insects, birds - everything moves, breathes, rejoices in the warmth and light. In winter everything is different. All living things hid in the depths of the earth and sleep, waiting for the sun. The trees have become bare, the birds have flown away, and those that remain do not sing and fly chilly and leisurely. And the sorceress winter gives all this white silence new life: motionless, dumb, mysterious. This life is a life of sleep, a time of white and quiet nature.

Please listen to some musical works and try to tell what moods the composer conveyed in the music about winter. Take pencils or paints and draw pictures of these pieces of music.

Explanation. Small pieces of music are selected for conversation. This could be instrumental music:

Fragments of works from P. Tchaikovsky’s piano cycle “The Seasons”, fragments with the same name of the Vivaldi concerto, small piano piece Krutitsky “Winter”, “Morning” from Prokofiev’s “Children’s Music”, “Father Frost” from R. Schumann’s “Album for Youth”, etc.

And also vocal works:
“Cold, cold”, music. A. Grechaninova;
"Winter", music. C. Cui;
"Birch", music. V. Veselova;
“Farewell to Winter”, music. Rimsky-Korsakov from the opera "The Snow Maiden".

In a thematic conversation, other poems about winter may also be heard. It’s good if they are performed by children or read expressively by adults.
Listening to musical works will become more active if you invite the child to match the heard musical fragment with the corresponding mood of the poem.

WINTER
Hello, in a white sundress
Made of silver brocade.
Diamonds are burning on you
Like bright rays.
Hello, Russian young lady,
A beautiful soul.
Snow-white winch,
Hello, Mother Winter!
P. Vyazemsky

SNOW YES SNOW
Snow and snow.
The whole hut was swept away.
The snow is knee-deep all around.
So frosty, light and white!
Only black, black walls...

And the breath leaves your lips
Steam frozen in the air.
There's smoke creeping out of the chimneys;
They're sitting in the window with a samovar,
The old grandfather sat down at the table,
He leaned over and blew on the saucer;
So grandma crawled off the stove,
And all around the kids are laughing.

The guys are hiding, watching,
How a cat plays with kittens...
Suddenly the guys are squeaky kittens
They threw it back into the basket...
Away from home into the snowy expanse
They rolled off on a sled.
The yard is filled with screams -
They made a giant out of snow!
Stick in the nose, screwed up the eyes
And they put on a shaggy hat.
And he stands there, a childish thunderstorm, -
He'll grab it, he'll grab it!

And the guys laugh, scream,
Their giant came out on top,
And the old woman looks at her grandchildren,
Will not contradict the childish disposition.
A. Tolok

MOROZ-VOIVODA
It is not the wind that rages over the forest,
Streams did not run from the mountains,
Moroz the voivode on patrol
Walks around his possessions.
Looks to see if the snowstorm is good
The forest paths have been taken over,
And are there any cracks, crevices,
And is there any bare ground somewhere?
Are the tops of the pines fluffy?
Is the pattern on oak trees beautiful?
And are the ice floes tightly bound?
In great and small waters?
He walks - walks through the trees,
Cracking on frozen water
And the bright sun plays
In his shaggy beard.
N. A. Nekrasov

* * *
The blizzard cleared up
The fir trees bent over
To the ground. Out of fright
The shutters creaked.
And snowflakes through the window
They fight like moths,
Tears melt and
They're pouring down the glass,
Complain to someone
The wind is blowing towards something
And it rages fiercely:
No one heard.
And a flock of snowflakes
Everyone is knocking on the window
And melting tears
It flows across the glass.
S. Yesenin

CHILDHOOD
This is my village;
This is my home;
Here I am sledding
The mountain is steep;
Here the sled has rolled up,
And I'm on my side - bang!
I'm rolling head over heels
Downhill into a snowdrift.
And boy friends
Standing above me
They laugh merrily
Over my misfortune.
All face and hands
Snow covered me...
I'm in grief in a snowdrift,
And the guys laugh!
I. Surikov

* * *
Mom, look from the window -
You know, yesterday it was not for nothing that there was a cat
I washed my nose;
There is no dirt, the whole yard is covered,
It has brightened, it has turned white -
Apparently there is frost.
Non-spiky, light blue
Frost is hanging on the branches.
Just take a look!
Like someone's tarnished
Fresh white, plump cotton wool
I removed all the bushes.
Now there will be no argument:
Over the skids, and up the hill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you yourself will probably say:
“Well, hurry up and go for a walk.”
A. Fet