Autumn is the time of nature's withering, when it flares up with the last bright colors.
Gold of all shades on the trees, gold on the grass, gold reflected in the stagnant waters of a narrow river. Silence. No sound, no wind. Even a light cloud froze in the sky.
This nature was depicted by the landscape painter Levitan in his painting “ Golden autumn". She attracts us with the harmony of colors, and at the same time easy time this poetic picture of the autumn sorceress is fanned with sadness. Solemn, serene nature on this quiet day, but it is already fading. The cold mischievous wind is about to blow, and then the trees will drop their last festive attire.
Looking at the canvas, written by the hand of a great master, we involuntarily penetrate into inner world the artist himself. After all, observing and studying nature, true master brush tries to catch in her life the moment closest and dear to his heart and reflect in his work. (132 words)
(According to O. Tuberovskaya)
Control dictations Grade 8
So Petya passed entrance examination in the gymnasium. However, the aunt stubbornly asserted: "Of course, there was no exam, but there was an easy admission test." But Petya repeated with tears: “But there was an exam!” My aunt decided to play it safe: “However, I was probably mistaken. Looks like it was an exam. Petya, however, gnawed at the doubt, because everything went somehow too quickly and smoothly.
At first everything went great. The only thing that upset the boy was that he had never yet been called to the blackboard. Every Saturday, he sadly brought a diary wrapped in luxurious paper pasted over with silver stars.
Once Petya, without undressing, ran into the room. Waving the diary, he joyfully shouted: “I got marks!” Solemnly throwing the diary on the table, the boy proudly stepped aside, as if not wanting to interfere with the contemplation of the marks.
Having opened the diary, the aunt gasped: “Solid deuces!” "I knew it! Petya shouted almost crying from resentment. - It is important that these are marks! And, angrily snatching the diary, the boy rushed into the yard to show it to his friends. (149 words) (According to V. Kataev)
Cranes.
IN distant childhood with a special joyful feeling we met in the spring the cranes returning to their homeland. Hearing their voices coming from high sky, we left our games and, raising our heads, looked into the blue heavenly heights.
"Cranes! Cranes! - we shouted loudly, rejoicing at the arrival of spring guests.
The cranes flew in slender flocks. They were returning from distant warm countries. Having circled over a swamp or over a river bank, they sometimes sat down to rest and refresh their strength after a long journey.
Once I happened to observe cranes up close. I hunted on capercaillie current near a large, almost impassable swamp. When spending the night in the forest, you know, many times at dawn I heard the cranes dancing. Having made my way to the swamp, hiding in the deaf dense bushes, I watched these wonderful birds through binoculars. Gathered in wide circle, waving strong wings, the cranes trumpeted and danced. This, of course, was the spring wedding crane festival.
Grammar tasks.
Option 1.
2. Write out from the sentence Circling over the swamps, ...
Option 2.
1. Parsing the sentence
Having made his way to the swamp, hiding in the deaf thick bushes, ...
2. Write out from the sentence Hearing their voices coming from the high sky,… all phrases, draw up their schemes, indicate the types of word connections.
Final control dictation in grade 8
On the hunt
Fortunately, the weather was calm, the pond seemed to fall asleep. Yermolai and I went along the pond, but, firstly, near the shore, a duck, a cautious bird, does not hold; secondly, even if some teal was subjected to our shots, then our dogs were not able to get it.
We sailed rather slowly. Finally, we got to the reeds, and the fun began. Of course, we did not get all the birds we shot, but nevertheless, by dinnertime, our boat was filled with game. Vladimir, to Yermolai's great consolation, did not shoot very well. Yermolai fired, as always, victoriously.
By the end of the hunt, the ducks began to rise in such herds that we barely had time to load our guns. Suddenly, from the strong movement of Yermolai, a healthy and strong peasant, our dilapidated ship scooped up and quickly sank to the bottom, fortunately, not in a deep place.
In a moment we were up to our necks in water. Now, without laughing, I cannot remember the frightened and pale faces of my comrades. But at that moment, I confess, it never occurred to me to laugh.
(I. Turgenev)
Grammar tasks. 1 option.
Vladimir, to the great consolation of Yermolai, ...
2. Write out from the sentence
Suddenly, from the strong movement of Yermolai, a healthy and strong peasant,
… all phrases, draw up their schemes, indicate the types of word connections.
Option 2.
1. Full parsing offers
Now, without laughing, I cannot remember the frightened and pale faces of my comrades.
2. Write out from the sentence
Of course, we did not get all the birds we shot, but nevertheless, by dinnertime, our boat was filled with game.
… all phrases, draw up their schemes, indicate the types of word connections.
Class
Control dictation for the second quarter
The fate of man
War thunderstorms have died down, and for more than ten years our people have been building peaceful life when M.A. Sholokhov again turned to military theme. Reading it short story called "The Fate of a Man", and the heart shrinks from the ingenuous narration, which is led by an experienced driver, a soldier who has passed the most terrible trials.
Two years in German death camps. Escape when there was no longer the strength to fight for life. But on native land Andrey Sokolov is waiting for new blows. He learns that his wife and daughters were killed during the bombing, and his son went to no one knows where. Shortly before the end of the war, Andrei finds his son in order to lose him on the last war day.
And now a middle-aged man who has lost everything that makes up the meaning of life meets a tiny defenseless creature. The one who endured so much of his own did not become hardened in soul, did not become indifferent to the grief of others. Vanyushka became everything for Andrey. And the old soldier lives for his new son, so that a six-year-old child will never again feel like an orphan.
Grammar task:
In the second paragraph, find all NGNs, determine the type of subordinate clauses.
Control dictation for the first half of the year
Forest Lake
Behind the roadside bush rose mixed forest. On the left side, black water gleamed mysteriously. We were only waiting for the path to rush along it into the depths of the forest and find out what was there. And here is the path.
Before we had time to take two hundred steps along it, a boisterous, angry yelping of a little dog stopped us. Not far away stood the forester's hut.
The forester invited us into the house and wanted to make arrangements for the table. But we said that we didn't need anything and that we turned off high road only to find out what kind of water glitters between the trees.
The water began about fifty paces from the threshold, but much lower than it, since the house stood on a hillock. The narrow boat on which we boarded was so light that, under the weight of four people, it sank to the very edges of the water. Extraordinary beauty the lake surrounded us. The dark green oaks and lindens that lined the lake shores were clearly reflected in the still water. Rare and clear, like stars, flowers of white lilies rested on the water. Each flower was set off so sharply by the blackness of the lake mirror that we usually noticed it two hundred, three hundred meters away.
(According to V. Soloukhin) 170 words
Annual control dictation
Mikhailovsky park
I have traveled almost the whole country, I have seen many places that are amazing and heartbreaking, but none of them possessed such a sudden lyrical power as Mikhailovskoye. It was deserted and quiet there. There were clouds above. Below them, over the green hills, over the lakes, along the paths of a hundred-year-old park, shadows passed.
Mikhailovsky Park - a hermit's shelter. This is a park where it's hard to have fun. It is made for solitude and reflection. He is a little gloomy with his age-old fir trees, tall, silent and imperceptibly passes into the same majestic, like himself, century-old desert forests. Only on the outskirts of the park, through the twilight that is always present under the arches of old trees, will suddenly open a clearing overgrown with brilliant buttercups, and a pond with still water.
Main charm Mikhailovsky Park in the cliff above Sorotya and in the house of the nanny Arina Rodionovna ... The house is so small and touching that it’s even scary to climb its dilapidated porch.
And from the cliff above Sorotya you can see two blue lakes, a wooded hill and our eternal modest sky with clouds sleeping on it...
Talk about spelling.
BIRTH
Birds and fish
Hear what a roll call high in the sky, what jubilation! These cranes are flying.
Hello cranes! How far are you on your way?
Every spring, cranes return from warm lands to their homeland, wild geese, rooks, starlings, larks and others migratory birds. They go to their native forests, groves, gardens, fly to lakes and swamps, where they were born and raised, to build nests there and raise chicks.
And shoals of fish move from lakes and seas to rivers! The so-called "passing" fish swim - herring, sturgeon, white salmon, salmon, smelt ... Cod, sea herring, sea bass and other fish overcome vast expanses in the seas. They, like birds, rush to where they were born to spawn there and give life to millions of new fish.
No matter how different the fish may be in appearance, they begin to live the same way: they hatch from eggs, like chickens from eggs. I must tell you, this is not an easy task - to get free from the eggs; a fish baby has to work hard for this.
More than once I had to watch how a fish larva hatches. I looked at it through a microscope, which magnified many times, so everything was perfectly visible.
Here the larva moves quickly, spinning in its cramped room. She's frozen, she's tired. And after a second, having rested, she shuddered, tensed, and spun again.
She's like a tiny coiled spring.
Another, another push!
When a chick knocks with its beak on the wall of the egg shell, punching through the door to the world, the mother often comes to his aid. Fish larvae have to get out into the light on their own. It is also good that by this time the shell of the egg becomes thinner, and from the movements and pushes of the larva, it is still stretched.
Well, last effort!
Hooray! The shell is cracked, torn, and the larva slips into the water.
A new fish has arrived.
However, this tiny creature still bears little resemblance to a fish. In fact: look? Ka! Well, what is it - a head and a tail, and something big, round, like a bubble gleams in the middle!
It turns out that this is a very important organ for the larva - the yolk sac. Here is a supply of food for the first days of life. The newborn is still weak and helpless. He cannot control his movements properly, he cannot resist the flow of water. His tail and fins are very small, and here the yolk sac is in the way.
And now imagine that somewhere? sea shore there were so many little ones. They didn’t have time to look back, and already nearby someone’s bared teeth, predatory gaping mouths.
Save yourself! Save yourself!
But where can such swimmers escape!
It happens that suddenly the wind will fly in, raise the waves, pick up the defenseless fry, along with the wave, splash out onto the shore. Here they end. Or the waves roam - and drive the fry away - far from their native places, into cold unfamiliar waters, where it is more difficult to find food: there are few algae and microscopic crustaceans - the food of fish. But as soon as the fry use their supply of food from the yolk sac, the time will come to get their own food.
It often happens that the larvae do not have time to hatch: there are many caviar lovers in the sea!
That is why fish that spawn - that is, lay eggs - in the seas have a lot of eggs. One large cod, for example, lays several million pieces!
Do you clearly understand what a million is?
This is a lot - several million eggs!
And it's good that cod has so many of them! After all, only a few dozen of these millions will hatch, survive and, perhaps, grow to adult fish.
The river is calmer than the sea. You can find a secluded place near the shore, where the current is weak - it won’t take the fry anywhere - and there are fewer predators. In addition, in shallow places warmed by the sun, a mass of microscopic algae, all kinds of crustaceans and other tiny animals float in the water column. Together, this is called plankton. (See illustrations on pages 71–74.)
Where there is a lot of plankton, the fry have a satisfying and free life. No one will die of hunger here.
Fish that spawn in rivers, such as bream, perch, pike, have fewer eggs: tens, hundreds of thousands of eggs. Still, it's decent.
But the stickleback has only one - three hundred. This, according to the fish account, is quite a trifle!
You might think that all the rivers, rivers and lakes are crammed with bream, perch, and you will meet stickleback only occasionally.
However, it is not. Vice versa. There are many times more sticklebacks than breams, pikes and perches. Stickleback is found everywhere: in the seas, in lakes, ponds ... And how many of them - without counting!
How is it? Why?
Yes, because the stickleback takes great care of its offspring. This will be discussed in the next chapter.
Little builders
Many of you are probably familiar with the stickleback. She is grey, with a greenish back. The size of your finger. And big predators are also afraid of it. She has sharp spines instead of ventral fins. The same thorns and spines, only more ominous, on the back. No wonder they call her a stickleback!
When everything around is calm, she hides her weapon, presses it to her body. But a little trouble threatens - it spreads like a ruff. Try to get up!
When the time comes for spawning, the male stickleback chooses a secluded place at the bottom of a river or lake, among algae and grasses, and gets to work.
He diligently drags twigs and scraps of stems of underwater plants in his mouth and puts them in a chosen place. There is a lot of building material around - but how to make a strong nest out of these scraps?
It is difficult, of course, to peep how the stickleback builds its nest "in the wild" - in a river or in a lake. Another thing - in the aquarium. Everything is in sight here. Our aquarists have repeatedly observed how a small fish deftly stuck the longest, most flexible roots and stems into soft ground, choosing them from its “building material”.
And the little thing? What is she good for?
Obviously, a trifle is also suitable, because the stickleback began to do exercises that seemed strange at first glance. She swam close over the pile, touching it each time with her belly, smoothing the plants, as if with an iron. She did this many times, and gradually the stalks and blades of grass sticking out randomly in all directions connected more and more tightly, as if glued together. Yes, they stuck. In what way? Where could the little underwater builder get the glue from?
Turns out he made it himself. This sticky substance, with which he smeared scraps of plants at the time when they were “ironed”, was produced by the kidneys of the fish.
The work went on with might and main, and soon the bottom of the hole was lined with a “floor” of plants. Then, with the same diligence, the walls and top of the nest were built.
It is very interesting to watch how a small fish is busy creating a safe haven for its offspring.
The builder works tirelessly. At the same time, he dresses up: his gray belly and sides turn red, his back becomes dark green, his eyes are bright blue.
Finally, the nest is ready. It looks like a small muff, but with only one hole - the entrance. The females fill it with caviar and swim away, while the builder remains on guard at the entrance.
There is nothing to talk about petty enemies here; one has only to poke a toothy muzzle and a larger one into the nest, - a kind of small motley monster with splayed thorns is rapidly rushing towards it!
Variants of the word: BROTHER, BROTHER
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Part of the text:"At the corner of my dacha..." At the corner of my dacha stood a tub full of water. Nearby is an elderberry bush. Two young sparrows sat side by side on an elder tree, still very young, with down showing through their feathers, with bright yellow sinuses at the edges of their beaks. One briskly and confidently fluttered to the edge of the tub and began to drink. He drank - and kept looking at the other, and called to each other in his ringing language. Another, a little smaller, was sitting on a branch with a serious look and cautiously squinting at the tub. And apparently he wanted to drink - his beak was gaping from the heat. And suddenly I saw clearly: that one, the first one, had been drunk for a long time and was simply encouraging the other by his example, showing that there was nothing terrible here. He continuously jumped along the edge of the tub, lowered his beak, grabbed water and immediately dropped it from his beak, and looked at his brother, and called him. The brother on the branch made up his mind, flew to the tub. But he only touched the damp, green edge with his paws - and immediately frightened fluttered back onto the elderberry. And he began to call him again. And finally got it. The brother flew over to the tub, sat down uncertainly, fluttering his wings all the time, and got drunk. Both flew away.
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Part of the text: house. Alyosha was very haggard, but he completely recovered from the beatings. He is always silent, does not look into the eyes and shyly accepts my worries about him. I have a lot of running and hassle around the area, I rarely have to be at home. Alexei does not ask me about anything, he regards the mysterious things that I do with a ridiculous, respectful reverence; with fussy courtesy meets those who come to me. There is something strangely childish about him, even though he is my age. When I go somewhere where there is even the slightest risk, he silently accompanies me with loving, restless eyes. Very we different people Oh, and I love him terribly. Many comrades were also released. Released, they say, and Irinarch. Caught in the net, like a frog among crucian carp, and stayed for three months. It always seems strange and funny to me when I have to go to Katra. Each time in a different dress, unusual, which no one wears, as if in a masquerade, but meanwhile strangely goes to her. And the hair and everything. And you think: “Hey! What a beauty you are!” And you think: “God! How much work is put into this! Here, too, is a hard worker! Irinarkh was sitting with her for coffee. Kissed him. He absentmindedly helped himself to a pile of biscuits and continued to say: “Yes, so… It was terribly interesting in prison. I really regretted it when they released it. These men with a perplexed thought in their eyes. Workers like stretched strings. Huge book life. I saw Evgrafova, it's interesting. Pale, with burning eyes, a real Christian martyr, with a huge tragic life in the shower. And he will speak, - my God! Love for people, delivering them from suffering, the socialist system ... And how would she live in this future splendor! .. It's amazing how people don't ...
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Part of the text:"Along the New Highway ..." Along the New Highway near the Timiryazev Agricultural Academy rushed downhill passenger car. The driver with a frightened face gave continuous beeps and tried to slow down the car. Below, in the middle of a narrow bridge, a mischievous boy of about nine, playing around, kept his five-year-old brother in place and did not let him run away. It was clear to everyone from the outside that the boy and his brother would not have time to dodge. The mother ran screaming towards the bridge. The death of the children was inevitable. Suddenly, at the last moment, the driver turned the steering wheel - and the car, together with the driver, collapsed into a ravine. The people fled. The bloodied driver lay unconscious in a broken car. called out" ambulance". People in white coats carried the wounded man in a stretcher out of the ravine. Both his legs were broken. Cloudy eyes opened. Wincing and biting his lips tightly so as not to moan, he looked at the clouds. The white carriage with the red cross left. The people excitedly discussed what had happened . Old man wearing a cap, he said authoritatively: - He wouldn't have had anything if he had crushed the guys. The matter is quite clear. I'm a driver myself, I know the rules. There are so many witnesses around, everyone saw it. There would be nothing! And he died himself, and broke the car. He probably didn't know the law.
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Part of the text: Vitya Smidovich, I have nothing to be proud of his virtues, nothing to be ashamed of his vices. And it is not out of a vain desire to leave a description of my life to "descendants" that I am writing this autobiography. I was simply interested in the soul of the boy, which I had the opportunity to observe more closely than anyone else; I was interested in the not quite average and not quite ordinary environment in which he grew up, the peculiar imprint that this environment left on his soul. I will strive for only one thing: to convey absolutely sincerely everything that I once experienced - and as accurately as it all remained in my memory. There will be many contradictions. If I wrote piece of art, they should be eliminated or reconciled. But here, let them stay! I remember the way I describe it, but I don't want to add it. I said: for me this boy is now almost a complete stranger. Perhaps this is not entirely true. I don’t know if others experience something similar, but it’s like this for me: deep down in my soul, in a very ...
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Part of the text: it was not enough, as if some very bright part of it had been taken out of it and taken far away. It was sweet and sad. In August, the Pleshcheevs arrived in Tula. On Sunday we visited them. The meeting with Masha was awkward and ceremonial. I bowed respectfully, and she gave me her hand coldly. They forgot about "you" and said "you" to each other. Over the summer, Masha's hair grew, she began to braid it in a thick and short braid. The view was unusual, and I liked the way it was more. Volodya took Misha and me to his room. By the way, he told with a laugh that yesterday he went into the girls' room and found a quarter of paper on the table; on it, by Masha's hand, it was written several times: "Dear Vitechka, I will see you soon." Misha and Volodya laughed, I also pretended to be funny, but there was joy and pride in my soul. And while drinking tea, Masha did not look at me, she talked animatedly with others, but it was as if I were not there. I was shy too. More guests have arrived. After tea there were dances. We learned to dance at home, we knew how to dance a square dance, a polka, and a waltz. However, we have never had to dance at a party. But everything went well. Only one thing surprised me: the very first girl with whom I ...
Subject: V. Veresaeva "Brother".
Target: form conscious, correct reading; ability to explain the title of the text; the ability to answer questions from the teacher on the content of the reading; the ability to distinguish between types of stories and poems.
Lesson stages
During the classes
Formation of UUD, TOUU
Ι. Knowledge update.
Fizminutka
Greetings.
What do we learn in the classroom literary reading? Where can it be useful?
Show with the help of clouds and the sun with what mood you start work in the lesson.
Making a lesson plan.
Warm-up (patter work).
Why do we do this work? What is "expression"?
Reading tongue twisters, highlighting sounds, working on spelling.
Repetition. 3 1 7 2
Today we are going on a trip to the Literary Town and will be visiting.
1.Aibolit's house.
What is this hero? He loves to learn something new. What books would you recommend him to read? (Cognitive, examples.)
2. House Dunno.
What is this hero? He doesn't know how to behave. What books would you recommend him to read? (Instructive, examples.)
3. Matroskin's house.
What is this hero? He loves fun. What books would you recommend him to read? (Humorous, examples.)
4. Leopold's house.
What is this hero? He loves to listen to poetry. What can you offer him? (Read the poemYu Moritz "Crow". 1 7 1 2 2 1 )
Questions after reading:
– What is this poem about?
– Why did Mitya stroke the crow's legs? How did the crow react to this? Did Mitya offend the crow?
– In the park, Mitya meets a cat and a dog. What does the cat ask Mitya for? Why?
– Do you think the cat understands that Mitya is not looking for her? (Yes, she understands, and she agrees to help Mitya find the crow. But at the same time, the cat's paw will be in Mitya's hand!)
– Will Mitya and the cat be able to climb the cloud?
– To better understand this poem, let's read it again.
– How does the poetess Yunna Moritz feel about the characters in her poem?
– Why did she want Mitya to stroke the paws of a shy crow? (Mitya walked alone, and the crow was alone ...)
– Why didn't the two characters get along? (They were too different and did not understand each other.)
– Who understood Mitino's condition? (The cat, she offered Mitya her paw, affectionately called him "baby", consoled him as best she could.)
The teacher's reasoning. Guys, we can only guess what made Yunna Moritz write this poem. Maybe one day she was walking in the park and saw a boy sitting alone on a bench, and next to him - a crow. There was an impression - and the poet's fantasy began to work. She wanted to make friends two lonely creatures - a boy and a crow. But her wish was not enough...
There are many important thoughts in this poem. You won’t see them right away when reading the lines, because these thoughts are hidden somewhere behind the lines. But we can understand them if we read carefully and think about what we read. In adults, this is called "be able to read between the lines." Let's try to read this poem between the lines.
– How did you feel when you read this poem?
– How does the boy make you feel? And the crow? And the cat?
– What do you think is the most important line in this poem? (“The path is more fun together.” This poem is about loneliness.)
And now it's time to return.
"Pussy".
Cognitive UUD:
1) develop ability to extract information from diagrams, illustrations, texts;
2) present information in the form of a diagram;
3 ) identify the essence, features of objects;
4) draw conclusions based on the analysis of objects;
5) generalize and classify according to features;
6) focus on the spread of the textbook;
7) find answers to questions in the illustration.
Regulatory UUD:
1) we develop the ability to express our assumption based on work with the material of the textbook;
2) evaluate learning activities in accordance with the task;
3 ) predict future work (make a plan);
4) to carry out cognitive and personal reflection.
Communicative UUD:
1) develop the ability to listen and understand others;
2) build a speech statement in accordance with the tasks;
3 ) formulate your thoughts orally;
4) ability to work in pairs and in groups.
ΙΙ. joint discovery knowledge.
Fizminutka
- Today we will get acquainted with one more, in my opinion, a very meaningful work.
Independent work by reading a biography.
Work in pairs - retelling with the addition of each other. (Check 1 pair, listen.)
V. Veresaev "Brother". 1 7 1 2 2 1
Work with text before reading.
– Consider the illustration (p. 161).
– Does the illustration correspond to the title of the story - "Brother"?
– Why do you think so?
– Of course, to answer this question, one must read the entire work, and we will see how accurate our assumptions were.
What genre does this piece belong to? (story)
Listening to the text (audio recording).
Did you like it? Why?
– What do you think, what attracted the writer V. Veresaev to two common sparrows?
– Why did he decide to write a story about them?
Brotherly love is thicker than stone walls.
Discuss with the children the meaning of this proverb.
On the go vocabulary work
1 part.
(Elderberry, side by side, tubule, through, sinus.)
– Where does the event take place?
Part 2 (briskly, ringing language, cautiously looked askance)
– What did you learn about our heroes?
– Why do you think that the smaller sparrow wanted to drink, but did not sit down on the edge of the tub?
part 3 (encourages)
– Why did the first sparrow behave like this?
Part 4 (fluttered, fluttering wings)
– Why did the little brother frightened flutter on the elder tree?
– What was he afraid of?
– Did the elder sparrow manage to persuade the little brother to drink water from the tub?
– What do you think, what attracted the writer V. Veresaev to two common sparrows? Why did he decide to write about them?
What can you tell about the elder sparrow? What is he? What is his brother?
senior junior
caring fearful
attentive indecisive
patient
brisk
confident
Discussion of the main idea.
– Now you understand why the story is called "Brother"? Explain.
– Is it possible to tell from this description how the writer relates to wildlife?
“There is a hut in the forest…”
Personal results:
1) we develop the ability to show our attitude to the characters, to express our emotions;
2) evaluate actions in accordance with a certain situation;
3) formmotivation for learning and purposeful cognitive activity.
Spiritual and moral development and education:
1) upbringing moral sense, ethical consciousness and readiness to perform positive actions, including speech;
2) civic-patriotic education;
3) education of diligence, ability to knowledge;
4) education healthy lifestyle life;
6) aesthetic education.
ΙΙΙ. Application of new knowledge.
Group work. Distribute pictures in correct sequence according to the plot, read sentences to them.
Work in pairs. Part headings.
Ι V. Outcome.
Show how you end the lesson.
Complete the given phrases.
Our lesson has come to an end. I thank you for Good work, complete answers.