The Tale of the Wave and the Artist (musical and literary composition). Ivan Aivazovsky. The Tale of the Wave and the Artist (musical and literary composition) The Tale of the Wave and the Artist

Theme: Tale of the artist and the wave Purpose: knowledge of the marine painter, image sea ​​element in the paintings of I. K. Aivazovsky Equipment: Reproductions of paintings by I. K. Aivazovsky

On stormy days, she was as dark gray as the low clouds, and a cap of angry white foam appeared on her head.

Volna often noticed how people admire her and say to a friend: “What a pity that her beauty cannot be conveyed in colors! After all, she is different all the time!”

Once a wave saw a little curly-haired boy on the shore. He was not afraid of her and was ready to play with her in almost any weather. And sometimes he took the violin and she sang such beautiful and sad melodies in his hands. He looked at her somehow especially, and the wave wanted to be even more beautiful for him than before.

Petersburg turned out to be a huge city. Large stone buildings stood along the banks, chained in granite embankments, so that the Wave became small and gray, like everyone else.

She often saw her friend, who now became quite an adult, and now everyone called him Ivan Konstantinovich. And he recognized her. "I'll draw you," he said. - Try! Wave laughed. She was still sure that she could not be shown in a still picture.

- Well, well, you learned something, I do not argue, - said the Wave, but why, sunsets, sunrises, and moonlit nights? . . . In elegant clothes, anyone will seem handsome. And you try to write me just without decorations. Yes, the artist replied. - this task will be more difficult. By that time, the artist had moved to Feodosia, built a house

And then one day he came ashore and said: - I think I managed. Look, I called this picture "Black Sea".

And then Ivan Aivazovsky stopped coming ashore. People on the shore said among themselves that he was dead. They also said that he was very kind person that helped a lot of people. And that he painted 6,000 paintings in his lifetime.

And the artist himself once again appeared in front of his house and never left again. He sat on a high pedestal, holding a brush in his hand and looking at the sea. His face was smiling, and it seemed to the Wave that he, as before, was talking to her.

Resources used 1. "The Tale of the Artist and the Wave" by G. Vetrova 2. Reproductions of paintings by I. K. Aivazovsky - www. agniart. ru 3. Photos of St. Petersburg - www. serzh. ru 4. Portrait of the artist - http: //picin. net. en

Elena Meleshchenko
"The Tale of the Wave and the Artist" a game-thinking based on the story of G. Vetrova

Tasks of the organization artistically-aesthetic activities:

Acquaintance with the work of the Russian marine painter I. K. Aivazovsky;

Deepen the perception and experience of the image of the sea, identify internal similarities natural world with the nature of musical works;

Convey aesthetic feelings in improvisation dance moves, in creative design drawing.

Materials and equipment: reproductions of paintings by I. K. Aivazovsky "Night. Blue wave» , "Moonlit night on Capri", "Sea View", "Sunrise in Feodosia", "Black Sea", "The Ninth Wave". Recording of musical works by N. A. Rimsky-Korsakov, the first part of symphonic suite "Scheherazade", A. Lyadova "Magic Lake".

Musical director: Guys, today I invite you to the art gallery.

Children consider reproductions of paintings by I. K. Aivazovsky "Night. Blue wave» , "Moonlit night on Capri", "Sea View", "Sunrise in Feodosia"

Musical director: Look at the pictures. Tell what do you see? By what means artist achieved the transfer of mood in his paintings? Artists paint with paints, and composers can also draw, but only with their own means - sounds. Listen to a piece of music.

"Scheherazade" N. A. Rimsky-Korsakov.

Musical director: By what means did the composer express the mood? (character, tempo, dynamics, timbre, etc.) Look at the pictures and choose the picture that evokes the same feelings as this piece of music? Now take the ribbons that you think can convey character piece of music (blue, blue, turquoise) and try "reincarnate" and show in motion the mood of your chosen painting.

Sounds the first movement of the symphonic suite "Scheherazade" N. A. Rimsky-Korsakov, children improvise the movements of the sea, waves with ribbons.

Musical director: So beautiful you got the waves. Do you want me I will tell you interesting story? Once upon a time wave. She really liked living in the vast sea. On the dawn she turned pink and basked in the warm rays of the sun, and on moonlit nights she exposed her back to the cold silver rays. On stormy days, she turned dark gray and a cap of white angry foam appeared on her head. But most of all, in the warm summer, she liked to splash around the very shore, stir up colorful pebbles and tickle the heels of the kids. So she met one day with a little curly boy. He was not afraid of her and was ready play with her in almost any weather. He looked at her in a special way, and wave I wanted to be even more beautiful for him than before. Time passed, the boy grew up, learned to artist and traveled a lot. When he returned, he first ran to his wave to tell about everything and show the pictures he painted. From story her friend she found out that the artist is the best"marinist", and no one like him knew how to depict the sea in moonlit night, or at dawn. Most of all he talked about the painting "The Ninth Wave" (children looking at a reproduction of a painting) . The wave knew, what does this mean. During storms in different seas, she heard people think waves and for some reason think that the ninth is the most terrible and strong. On the painting the artist depicted a mighty wave, translucent in the sun in green and blue with droplets of spray and flakes of foam.

Well, OK, - said the wave to the artist. - You learned a lot, but why are there always bright colors, sunsets, sunrises and moonlit nights? In elegant clothes, anyone will seem handsome. And you try to write me simply, without any decorations.

This task was not an easy one. Guys let's try to help artist and draw the sea as requested wave.

Sounds like "Magic Lake" A. Lyadova, children draw by choosing various drawing techniques.

Musical director: What wonderful pictures you got! I think that wave would love it very much. A the artist fulfilled the request of the wave and painted a picture"Black Sea" (children consider rkeproduction picture). For a long time wave I looked at myself and admired. The artist was able to show How bottomless is its depth. Nothing but sea and sky. There are no bright colors. But there is real beauty. And solemnity. Years passed and artist painted six thousand paintings in his life. people in memory of monument to the artist: he sits on a high pedestal, holding a brush in his hand and looking at the sea. His bronzed face smiles and it seems like a wave that he, as before, is talking to her.

The Wave lived. She really liked to live in the vast Sea. At dawn, she turned pink and basked in the warm rays of the sun, and on moonlit nights she exposed her back to the cold silver rays. On stormy days she was as dark gray as the low clouds, and on her head a cap of angry white foam appeared. But most of all, in the warm summer, she liked to splash near the shore, stir up colorful pebbles, play with a fish or tickle a small child's leg.

Volna often noticed how people admire her and say to each other: “What a pity that her beauty cannot be conveyed in colors! After all, she is always different!”

One day Wave saw a little curly-haired boy on the shore. He was not afraid of her and was ready to play with her in almost any weather. And sometimes he took the violin, and in his hands she sang such beautiful and sad melodies that the Wave calmed down and, listening to him, splashed almost audibly near the shore. He looked at her somehow especially, and the Wave wanted to be even more beautiful for him than before.

Aivazovsky I.K. View of Feodosia

The boy was an Armenian, and he was called either Hovhannes or Vanya, because in the city of Feodosia, where he lived, there were many Russians, Armenians, and Greeks.

I will draw you! the boy once said.
- Try! Wave laughed, shaking her little foamy head. She knew it was impossible. How many artists have already tried to do this! But as soon as they had time to touch the canvas with a brush, the Wave changed its appearance and color, became different. And the boy didn't even have paints. And he drew with charcoal on the whitewashed wall. The wave heard from afar how they angrily scolded him for this.

And then the boy disappeared. Quietly crawling up to the shore and listening to the conversations of people on the shore, Volna learned that Vanya had gone far, far north, to St. Petersburg, to study as an artist. She wanted to see this city. And she, too, went on a long journey.

Aivazovsky I.K. View of the seaside in the vicinity of St. Petersburg

Petersburg turned out to be a huge city. Large stone buildings stood along the banks, clad in granite embankments, so that the Wave became small and gray, like everyone else. She splashed at the steps that went up to the Academy of Arts, looked at the ancient stone Sphinxes brought from Egypt, was surprised at the white nights, when everything is visible as in the daytime ... She often saw her friend, who has now become quite an adult, and now he is all called only Ivan or even Ivan Konstantinovich. And he recognized her and often, often stood on the shore, watching her.

Aivazovsky I.K. Seaside

But the Wave was crowded in the stone shores, she wanted to go out to the open sea again. She was delighted when she heard that Ivan was going on a trip, and decided
accompany him. The wave did not yet know that there would be a lot of travel. But even if she knew, it would not frighten her: she could not get tired or grow old. Ivan Aivazovsky sailed across the seas and oceans on large ships with sails, and the Wave followed him: they could no longer live without each other. On many seas, rivers and even oceans, the artist admired the Wave.
- I'll draw you! - he said.
- Try! Wave laughed.
She was still sure that she, so changeable, so alive, could not be shown in a still picture. She was proud of it, and yet she was a little sad.

Where are your brushes and paints? - mockingly murmured Wave.
“Now I don’t need them,” answered the artist. - I need to remember you well, and then, in the workshop, I will close my eyes, and I will see you again and be able to portray you in the picture!

Aivazovsky I.K. Niagara Falls

And now the Wave increasingly began to hear how people admire Ivan Aivazovsky. They said that he was the best "sea painter" and no one like him can depict the sea on a moonlit night or at dawn. She realized that a marine painter is an artist who can paint the sea.

Most of all they talked about the painting "The Ninth Wave". Wave knew what that meant. During storms in different seas, she often heard that people count the waves and for some reason think that the ninth is the most terrible and strongest.

Finally, she, too, saw this huge picture. And even calmed down, stopped for a few minutes: she was so surprised.

Aivazovsky I.K. Ninth wave

In the center of the picture, in the raging sea, the artist depicted a fragment of a huge mast, to which several people were clinging. This is all that remains of a large and seemingly so solid ship. Probably, they were carried all night in the middle of a boundless sea. And then, finally, dawn came. The sun is rising, although it is almost invisible through the mist. Together with the sun and warmth, there was hope that the storm would soon subside. But this is only hope... A new ninth wave rises above the heads of tiny people, a huge wave...

And the Wave... recognized itself in it. In the picture, she was just as powerful, translucent in the sun in green and blue, with droplets of spray and flakes of foam, just as beautiful and ... alive!

Well, well, - said the Wave to the artist. - You learned something, I do not argue. But why are there bright colors all the time, sunsets, sunrises and moonlit nights?.. In elegant clothes, anyone will seem handsome. And you try to write me simply, without any decorations. This task will be more difficult.

Yes, the artist replied. - You're right. And I will learn it. By this time, Aivazovsky again moved to Feodosia. The wave saw how he built a house, how he painted more and more pictures in his large workshop with huge windows. It even happened that big picture he only needed one day.

Aivazovsky I.K. Black Sea

And then one day he came ashore and said: - I think I managed. Look. I called this painting "Black Sea".

Wave looked at herself for a long time. Here she is, next to her friends, rhythmically rising and falling, running across the boundless expanse of the sea.

The artist managed to show how bottomless its depth is. Nothing but sea and sky. There are no bright colors. But there is real beauty. And solemnity.

Yes, you managed ... - the Wave whispered softly. - Thank you. And she gratefully ran her wet hand over his legs.

Aivazovsky I.K. View of the Leander Tower in Constantinople

And then Ivan Aivazovsky stopped coming ashore. And Volna felt sad without her artist. People on the shore talked among themselves as if he had died. They also said that he was a very kind person who helped many people, especially those who wanted to become an artist. And that he painted six thousand paintings in his life. The wave did not know how much it was - "six thousand", but understood that it was a lot, because everyone repeated it with great surprise.

But many, many days later, everything changed. The lights of his house and workshop were lit again, and every day many people came there and stayed in the house for a long time. Then they went ashore, and Volna heard how people, watching her with a smile, told each other how wonderfully Aivazovsky managed to convey her beauty. And Wave was very pleased.

And the artist himself once again appeared in front of his house and never left again. He sat on a high pedestal, holding a brush in his hand and looking out to sea. His bronzed face was smiling, and it seemed to Wave that he was talking to her as before.

Aivazovsky I.K. Ice mountains in Antarctica

Aivazovsky I.K. Bay of Naples on a moonlit night

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