Not far from the yard, near which there was a water ditch, huge burdocks grew.

The plants were very large, as tall as small children.

Among the thickets it was as quiet as in the forest, and there a duck was sitting on its nest.

She hatched future children.

2. Why did the duckling run away from the poultry yard? Tell us about his adventures.

A story about the adventures of the ugly duckling for 3rd grade.

The duck gave birth to a child who was ugly and different from the other ducklings.

Because of this, he was mocked, pecked at, called disgusting and ugly.

And even chickens did it.

The little chick didn't know what to do.

He could no longer tolerate such bullying, because even his own mother did not support him, and drove the child away along with the others.

The duckling decided to run away.

So he ended up in a swamp where there were wild ducks.

In front of the baby's eyes, they were killed by hunters.

He ran to the hut where the old woman lived with her household, which consisted of a chicken and a cat.

But the duckling did not manage to make friends with them either, because he could neither purr nor lay eggs.

The duckling hits the road again and ends up on the lake, where he remains to live.

Once the duckling froze to the ice itself, as the hole was frozen.

A kind man saved the duckling and brought him home.

There his family warmed up the already half-dead bird and came out.

When the kids wanted to play with their new pet, the duckling ran away, because he was afraid that he would be offended again.

3. Find in the text a description of beautiful, wonderful birds, draw a verbal picture for this episode.

The duckling had never seen such beautiful birds - all white as snow, with long flexible necks.

Their scream sounded like a trumpet.

They spread their wide, mighty wings and flew...

The duckling did not know the names of these birds, did not know where they were flying, but he fell in love with them, as he had never loved anyone in the world before.

He did not envy their beauty.

It never occurred to him that he could be as beautiful as them.

I draw an image in my head of white - white swans.

They have a long neck and open, large, beautiful wings.

They are all as beautiful as one.

The eyes are bright and large.

“Three wonderful white swans. They swam so easily and smoothly, as if they were gliding through the water.”

For this episode I present a drawing of three equally beautiful swans.

They float on the lake, clear as crystal.

Birds look graceful and confident.

4. Tell me when you sympathize with the duckling, worry about him, and when you are happy.

I feel very sorry for the little duckling when he is offended, teased, mocked at in the poultry yard.

After all, he is completely innocent that he was born this way.

It's a shame that even the natural mother does not accept her child.

I also sympathize with him when a duckling has to constantly look for shelter.

He is hungry, freezing, feels lonely and unwanted.

I also got really emotional when the duckling almost died.

Fortunately, there was a kind peasant who saved him.

I was very happy when the duckling found a family: swans, who did not kill him, but kindly accepted him.

I am glad that he has become a beautiful bird and will no longer tolerate ridicule and bullying.

5. Make illustrations for the text so that they help convey the content of the tale in detail. Tell me how the ugly duckling lived among the ducks and how he lived among the swans.

Picture plan - illustrations for the fairy tale by H. H. Andersen "The Ugly Duckling" for retelling.

1. The duck looks at her newborn baby with surprise. (Duck, nest, egg shell and ugly duckling nearby).

2. Poultry yard. Ducks and chickens gathered around the duckling. They kick him, shout something and show him to the exit.

3. The little ugly duckling leaves the poultry yard with tears in his eyes.

4. The duckling looks at the amazing white swans that fly over the lake.

5. A beautiful swan is swimming on a clear lake.

The life of a duckling in a poultry yard cannot be called full.

After all, he knew neither peace, nor love, nor affection.

Only bullying, blows, ridicule.

They rejected the duckling and wanted him dead.

There was no one to even stand up for the little creature, because mom was on the side of the evil bird yard.

The swans treated the duckling completely differently.

They immediately accepted him, gave him warmth, affection and love.

He finally lived a full life.

6. Why do you think H.H. Andersen called his fairy tale “The Ugly Duckling”? Who do we usually call this?

The work received this name because the main character was disgusting before his transformation.

That’s what they called him in the poultry yard and that’s what he considered himself.

The duckling was not like his brothers and sisters, his appearance was not attractive.

Therefore, the little creature was rejected not only by chickens and other ducks, but even by its own mother.

As it turned out, the hero was a swan.

And as he grew up, he became very handsome.

After all, she is deceptive.

And today you can hear the expression “ugly duckling”.

As a rule, it is used to describe children or teenagers who have not yet revealed their full beauty.

7. Remember what you know about the great storyteller Hans Christian Andersen. Where and when did he live? Which fairy tales by Hans Christian Andersen have you read before? Tell me one of them.

A story about the great storyteller Hans Christian Andersen for 3rd grade.

The writer was born in 1805 on the island of Funen, which belongs to Denmark.

The city still bears the name Odense.

I know that his family was poor, as his parents held low positions.

Little Andersen was a rather nervous child.

He had to endure severe school punishments, which were then considered commonplace.

At the age of 14, the future storyteller was accepted into the Royal Theater, despite the fact that his appearance was quite specific and not entirely attractive.

The writer's creative heritage is varied: novels, plays, and fairy tales.

This is a fascinating and slightly sad fairy tale.

It begins with a story about a troll who made a magic mirror.

The mirror reduced everything good, kind, and heartfelt, and the evil - increased it.

The troll rejoiced at his creation, and his students constantly played with such an ominous “toy”.

When they climbed up to the sky with the mirror, they accidentally dropped it.

The troll's creation shattered into small fragments, which instantly scattered throughout the world.

If such a fragment fell into a person’s eye, then he saw only bad things, but if it fell directly into the heart, it became a piece of ice.

The troll watched this and amused himself.

Then the fairy tale tells about two friends who were like family - Kaya and Gerda.

They often spent time together and especially loved to care for roses.

Once something flew into Kai’s eye, and then his heart stabbed.

These were those same sinister pieces of the mirror.

The boy turned into irritable and rude, and his favorite roses became hateful to him.

When winter came, Kai went for a ride on the slide.

There he saw an amazingly beautiful woman - the Snow Queen.

The boy went with her to her castle.

The woman's kiss made Kai forget about his friend and family.

Kai's disappearance left Gerda in fear and in tears.

She went in search of her friend.

Once she got to the old witch, the girl forgot where she was going.

But then I noticed roses in the garden and remembered everything.

To get to Kai, Gerda overcame many obstacles; nothing could stop her.

From one Finnish girl, the girl learned that the reason for Kai’s unusual behavior was the ominous fragments of the mirror.

Having met Kai,

Gerda made him cry, and the mirror fragment fell out.

Kai and Gerda got home safely.

They happily admired their roses again.

It was good outside the city!

It was summer. The rye was golden, the oats were green, the hay was swept into stacks; A long-legged stork walked around a green meadow and chatted in Egyptian - he learned this language from his mother.

Behind the fields and meadows stretched large forests, and in the forests there were deep lakes. Yes, it was good outside the city!

An old manor house lay right in the sun, surrounded by deep ditches filled with water; Burdock grew from the walls of the house right down to the water, so big that small children could stand under the largest leaves at their full height. In the thicket of burdock it was deaf and wild, like in the densest forest, and there a duck was sitting on her eggs.

She had to take out the ducklings, and she was quite tired of it, because she had been sitting for a long time and was rarely visited - other ducks liked to swim in the ditches more than sit in the burdocks and quack with her. Finally the eggshells cracked.

Pip! Pip! - it squealed inside. All the egg yolks came to life and stuck out their heads.

Crack! Crack! - said the duck. The ducklings quickly climbed out of the shell and began to look around under the green burdock leaves; the mother did not interfere with them - green color is good for the eyes.

Oh, how big the world is! - said the ducklings.

Still would! It was much more spacious here than in the shell.

Don't you think that the whole world is here? - said the mother. - What is it! It stretches far, far away, beyond the garden, into the field, but I haven’t been there in my life!.. Well, are you all here?

And she stood up.

Oh no, not all. The biggest egg is intact! When will this end! I'm about to lose my patience completely.

And she sat down again.

Well how are you? - asked the old duck who came to visit her.

“But I can’t cope with just one egg,” said the young duck. - Everything doesn’t burst. But look at the little ones! Just beautiful! Everyone, as one, is like their father.

“Come on, show me an egg that doesn’t burst,” said the old duck. - It's probably a turkey egg. That's exactly how I was tricked once. Well, I had a lot of trouble with these turkey poults, I tell you! There was no way I could lure them into the water. I quacked and pushed - they didn’t go, and that’s all! Come on, show me the egg. This is true! Turkey! Give it up and go teach the kids to swim!

I'll sit still! - said the young duck. “I sat for so long that I could sit some more.”

As you wish! - said the old duck and left.

Finally the big egg burst.

Pip! Pip! - the chick squeaked and fell out of the egg. But how big and ugly he was!

The duck looked him over.

Terribly big! - she said. - And not at all like the others! Isn't this really a turkey? Well, yes, he’ll be in the water with me, and I’ll drive him away by force!

The next day the weather was wonderful, the green burdock was flooded with sun. The duck and his whole family went to the ditch. Bultikh! - and she found herself in the water.

Crack! Crack! - she called, and the ducklings, one after another, also splashed into the water. At first the water covered them completely, but they immediately surfaced and swam forward perfectly.

Their paws worked like that, and even the ugly gray duckling kept up with the others.

What kind of turkey is this? - said the duck. - Look how nicely he paddles his paws! And how straight it stays! No, he’s mine, my dear... Yes, he’s not bad at all, no matter how good you look at him. Well, quickly, quickly follow me! Now I will introduce you to society, introduce you to the poultry yard. Just stay close to me so that no one steps on you, and watch out for cats!

Soon we reached the poultry yard. Fathers! What was that noise!

Two duck families fought over one eel head, and it ended with the cat getting the head.

You see how it happens in the world! - said the duck and licked her beak with her tongue - she herself was not averse to tasting an eel’s head.

Well, well, move your paws! - she said to the ducklings. - Quack and bow to that old duck over there! She is the most famous here. She is of Spanish breed and that is why she is so fat. You see she has a red patch on her paw. How beautiful! This is the highest distinction a duck can receive. This means that they don’t want to lose her - both people and animals recognize her by this flap. Well, it's alive! Don't keep your paws inward! A well-bred duckling should turn its paws outward, like its father and mother. Like this! Look! Now tilt your head and say: “Quack!”

So they did. But the other ducks looked at them and said loudly:

Well, here's another whole horde! As if we weren't enough? And one is so ugly! We won’t tolerate him!

And now one duck flew up and pecked him on the back of the head.

Leave him! - said the mother duck. - After all, he didn’t do anything to you!

Let's face it, but it's so big and strange! - answered the alien duck. - He needs to be asked well.

Nice kids you have! - said the old duck with a red patch on her leg. - All are nice, but there’s just one... This one didn’t work out! It would be nice to remake it!

This is absolutely impossible, your honor! - answered the mother duck. - He is ugly, but he has a good heart. And he swims no worse, I dare say, better than others. I think over time it will even out and become smaller. It lay in the egg for too long, which is why it was not entirely successful.

And she scratched the back of his head and stroked his feathers.

Besides, he’s a drake, and a drake doesn’t really need beauty. I think he will get stronger and make his way.

The rest of the ducklings are very, very cute! - said the old duck. - Well, make yourself at home, and if you find an eel head, you can bring it to me.

So the ducklings made themselves at home. Only the poor duckling, who hatched later than everyone else and was so ugly, was pecked, pushed and teased by absolutely everyone - both ducks and chickens.

Too big! - they said.

And the Indian rooster, who was born with spurs on his legs and therefore imagined himself to be an emperor, pouted and, like a ship in full sail, flew up to the duckling, looked at him and began to babble angrily; his comb was filled with blood.

The poor duckling simply did not know what to do, where to go. And he had to be so ugly that the whole poultry yard laughs at him!..

That's how the first day went, and then things got even worse. Everyone chased the poor duckling, even his brothers and sisters angrily told him:

If only the cat would drag you away, you obnoxious freak!

And the mother added:

Eyes wouldn't look at you!

The ducks plucked him, the chickens pecked him, and the girl who gave food to the birds kicked him.

The duckling couldn't stand it, he ran across the yard - and through the fence! Little birds flew out of the bushes in fear.

“It’s because I’m so ugly!” - thought the duckling, closed his eyes and moved on.

He ran and ran until he found himself in a swamp where wild ducks lived. Tired and sad, he lay there all night.

In the morning, wild ducks rose from their nests and saw a new comrade.

What kind of bird is this? - they asked.

The duckling turned and bowed in all directions as best he could.

What a monster you are! - said the wild ducks. - However, we don’t care, just don’t think about becoming related to us.

Poor thing! Where could he have thought about this! If only they would let him sit in the reeds and drink swamp water.

He spent two days in the swamp. On the third day two wild ganders appeared. They had only recently hatched from the eggs and therefore were very proud.

Listen, buddy! - they said. - You’re such a freak that we really like you! Do you want to fly with us and be a free bird? There is another swamp nearby, where pretty young lady geese live. They know how to say: “Ga-ha-ha!” You're such a freak that, what good, you'll be successful with them.

Bang! Pow! - suddenly rang out over the swamp, and both ganders fell dead into the reeds; the water was stained with their blood.

Bang! Pow! - it was heard again, and a whole flock of wild geese rose from the reeds. The shooting began. Hunters surrounded the swamp on all sides; some even settled in tree branches hanging over the swamp.

Blue smoke enveloped the trees in clouds and hung over the water. Hunting dogs were running through the swamp - splash! slap! The reeds and reeds swayed from side to side.

The poor duckling was neither alive nor dead from fear. He was about to hide his head under his wing, when suddenly a hunting dog with his tongue hanging out and sparkling evil eyes appeared right in front of him.

She stuck her mouth towards the duckling, bared her sharp teeth and - plop! Slap! - ran further.

“I didn’t touch you,” the duckling thought and took a breath. “It’s obvious that I’m so ugly that even a dog is disgusted to bite me!”

And he hid in the reeds.

Shots whistled over his head every now and then, and shots rang out. The shooting died down only in the evening, but the duckling was still afraid to move for a long time.

Only after a few hours did he dare to get up, look around and start running further through the fields and meadows. The wind was blowing so strong that the duckling could barely move.

By nightfall he reached the poor hut. The hut was so dilapidated that it was ready to fall, but it didn’t know which side, so it held on.

The wind kept picking up the duckling - it had to rest its tail on the ground. And the wind kept getting stronger.

Then the duckling noticed that the door of the hut had come off one hinge and was hanging so crookedly that he could freely slip through the crack into the hut. So he did.

An old woman lived in a hut with a cat and a chicken. She called the cat son; he knew how to arch his back, purr and even make sparks if you stroke him against the grain.

The chicken had small, short legs, which is why it was nicknamed Short-legged; she laid eggs diligently, and the old woman loved her like a daughter.

In the morning we noticed someone else's duckling. The cat purred, the chicken clucked.

What's there? - asked the old woman, looked around and noticed a duckling, but due to her blindness she mistook it for a fat duck that had strayed from the house.

What a find! - said the old lady. - Now I will have duck eggs, unless it is a drake. Well, let's see, let's try it!

And the duckling was accepted for testing. But three weeks passed, and there were still no eggs.

The real master of the house was the cat, and the mistress was the chicken, and both always said:

We and the whole world!

They considered themselves half of the whole world, and, moreover, the better half.

True, the duckling believed that one could have a different opinion on this matter. But the chicken did not tolerate this.

Can you lay eggs? - she asked the duckling.

So keep your tongue on a leash!

And the cat asked:

Can you arch your back, purr and let off sparks?

So don’t meddle with your opinion when smart people speak!

And the duckling sat in the corner, ruffled.

Suddenly he remembered the fresh air and the sun, and he really wanted to swim. He couldn't stand it and told the chicken about it.

What's wrong with you? - she asked. - You're idle, and that's when a whim creeps into your head! Lay some eggs or purr, the stupidity will go away!

Oh, it's so nice to swim! - said the duckling. - It’s such a pleasure to dive headfirst into the very depths!

What a pleasure! - said the chicken. - You're completely crazy! Ask the cat - he's smarter than anyone I know - if he likes to swim and dive. I’m not even talking about myself! Finally, ask our old lady, there is no one smarter than her in the world! In your opinion, does she want to swim or dive?

“You don’t understand me,” said the duckling.

If we don’t understand, then who will understand you! Well, do you want to be smarter than the cat and the owner, not to mention me? Don't be stupid, but be grateful for everything they did for you! You were sheltered, warmed up, you found yourself in a society in which you can learn something. But you are an empty head, and it’s not worth talking to you. Believe me! I wish you well, that’s why I scold you. This is how true friends are always recognized. Try to lay eggs or learn to purr and let off sparks!

“I think it’s better for me to leave here wherever my eyes go,” said the duckling.

Well, go ahead! - answered the chicken.

And the duckling left. He swam and dived, but all the animals still despised him for his ugliness.

Autumn has come. The leaves on the trees turned yellow and brown; the wind picked them up and swirled them through the air. It became very cold.

Heavy clouds rained hail and snow on the ground, and a raven sat on the fence and croaked from the cold at the top of its lungs. Brr! You'll freeze just thinking about such cold!

Things were bad for the poor duckling. One day, in the evening, when the sun was still shining in the sky, a whole flock of beautiful large birds rose from the bushes; the duckling had never seen such beautiful ones: all white as snow, with long, flexible necks.
These were swans.

Having uttered a strange cry, they flapped their magnificent large wings and flew from the cold meadows to warm lands, beyond the blue sea. The swans rose high, high, and the poor duckling was seized with an incomprehensible anxiety.

He spun around like a top in the water, stretched out his neck and also screamed, so loudly and strangely that he got scared. Ah, he could not take his eyes off these beautiful happy birds, and when they were completely out of sight, he dived to the very bottom, emerged and was as if out of his mind. The duckling didn’t know the name of these birds or where they were flying, but he fell in love with them as he had never loved anyone in the world before.

He did not envy their beauty; It never occurred to him that he could be as beautiful as them. He would be very happy if at least the ducks didn’t push him away from them.
Poor ugly duckling!

Winter has come, very cold. The duckling had to swim without rest to prevent the water from freezing completely, but every night the hole in which he swam became smaller and smaller.

It was so freezing that even the ice crackled. The duckling worked tirelessly with his paws, but in the end he was completely exhausted, froze and was completely frozen.

Early in the morning a peasant passed by. He saw the duckling, broke the ice with his wooden shoes and took the half-dead bird home to his wife.

The duckling was warmed up.

But the children decided to play with him, and it seemed to him that they wanted to offend him. The duckling jumped out of fear and fell straight into a milk pan.

The milk spilled. The hostess screamed and waved her hands, and meanwhile the duckling flew into a tub of butter, and from there into a barrel of flour. Fathers, what did he look like!

The housewife screamed and chased him with coal tongs, the children ran, knocking each other down, laughing and screaming.
It’s good that the door was open - the duckling jumped out, rushed into the bushes, straight into the freshly fallen snow, and lay there for a long, long time, almost unconscious.

It would be too sad to describe all the troubles and misfortunes of the duckling during this harsh winter. When the sun again warmed the earth with its warm rays, he lay in the swamp, among the reeds.

The larks began to sing. Spring came! The duckling flapped his wings and flew away. Now the wind hummed in his wings, and they were much stronger than before.

Before he knew it, he found himself in a large garden. The apple trees were in bloom; fragrant lilacs bent their long green branches over the winding canal.

Oh, how nice it was here, how it smelled like spring!

And suddenly three wonderful white swans swam out of the reed thicket. They swam so easily and smoothly, as if they were gliding through the water.

The duckling recognized the beautiful birds, and was overcome by some incomprehensible sadness.

I’ll fly to them, to these majestic birds. They will probably peck me to death because I, so ugly, dared to approach them. But let it be! It is better to die from their blows than to endure the pinch of ducks and chickens, the kicks of a poultry woman, and endure the cold and hunger in winter!

And he sank onto the water and swam towards the beautiful swans, who, seeing him, also swam towards him.

Kill me! - said the poor thing and lowered his head low, expecting death, but what did he see in the water, clear as a mirror? Your own reflection.

But he was no longer an ugly dark gray duckling, but a swan. It doesn't matter if you were born in a duck's nest if you were hatched from a swan's egg!

Now he was glad that he had endured so much grief and trouble - he could better appreciate his happiness and the splendor that surrounded him.

And large swans swam around and stroked him with their beaks.

Little children came running into the garden. They began to throw bread crumbs and grains to the swans, and the youngest shouted:

The new one has arrived!

And everyone else chimed in:

New, new!

The children clapped their hands and danced with joy, and then ran after their father and mother and again began to throw crumbs of bread and cake into the water. Everyone said:

The new swan is the best! He is so handsome and young!

And the old swans bowed their heads before him.

And he was completely embarrassed and hid his head under his wing, not knowing why.

He was very happy, but not at all proud - a good heart knows no pride; he remembered the time when everyone laughed at him and drove him away. And now everyone says that he is the most beautiful among the beautiful birds.

The lilacs bowed their fragrant branches into the water towards him, the sun was shining so warmly, so brightly...

And then his wings rustled, his slender neck straightened, and a jubilant cry burst from his chest:

No, I never dreamed of such happiness when I was still an ugly duckling!

One fine summer day, a duck that had built a nest near the fence in the owner's yard felt that the eggs under her were beginning to move. From them, ducklings quacked in thin voices and one after another their heads appeared.
-Have everyone hatched? - she asked and examined them. “No, one egg is still whole.”
- Probably turkey. “Look how big it is,” said one old duck, who came to see her, with a frown.
After some time, the large egg began to move and a strange gray duckling hatched from it.
“He’s not like the others,” said the mother duck, and she took the ducklings to the river to swim, saw that the gray duckling was swimming no worse than the others, and she said:
- And he’s my duckling, it’s okay that he’s not beautiful!

I think it's time to introduce you to the poultry yard.
The next day the weather was wonderful and the mother duck took her brood to the poultry yard, the ducklings followed each other, and the gray duckling went last. When they arrived, everyone began to examine the ducklings.
“A whole new horde of dirty tricks!” quacked one inveterate duck. “And this one is so nasty!” I don't want to see him here!
And she unexpectedly pecked the gray duckling in the head.
“Look, what an ugly duckling,” the turkey went on a spree and fluffed his feathers, blushed and flew into the gray duckling.

“Don’t hurt him!” the mother duck grunted. “What did he do to you?”
The ugly duckling couldn't find a place for himself.
He was so unhappy and was terribly ashamed of himself. How could he be born so disgusting!
This is how the first day passed. The following days were even more terrible. Wherever he went, everyone drove him away and insulted him, even his brothers and sisters laughed at him and quacked angrily:
- May the cat drag you away!
At first his mother defended him, but more and more it seemed to her that the other inhabitants of the yard had the right to call him that. The gray duckling began to seem unbearably disgusting to her, and one day she said to him:
- It seems to me that you really are not my duckling, and I don’t want to see you anymore!

The duckling felt so miserable! The mother duck chased him away, the other ducks in the poultry yard pushed him, the chickens pecked at him, even the dog growled when he passed her. The Ugly Duckling could not stand all this, ran across the poultry yard, crawled under the fence and ran away. He walked and walked without stopping until he reached a large swamp in which wild ducks lived. Tired and hungry, he stayed there overnight.

The next morning, the Ugly Duckling woke up from loud shots. Above his head he heard "Boom! Boom!"
These were hunters who surrounded the swamp and fired with long guns.
Gray smoke curled like a tuber among the trees. Hunting dogs jumped into the water to search for shot ducks. The poor duckling didn't know where to hide. Suddenly a large dog with a protruding tongue and sparkling evil eyes appeared above him, sniffed him and... slap, slap, ran away.
“Oh, this time I was lucky!” the duckling exhaled and said, “that means I’m so disgusting that the dog disdained me.”
He remained in the reeds, and shots were heard overhead for a long time.
In the evening the hunters left.

It became quiet, but the duckling continued to sit in the thick of the reeds and stayed there for the night.
Only in the morning did the duckling dare to crawl out of its hiding place. I looked around and saw a variety of birds, some were swimming, others were walking importantly over the water on long legs.
- Can I ask you, do you happen to know who my parents are? - the Ugly Duckling dared to ask them.
“We have no idea who your parents could be,” the unknown birds answered him and began to look further for food in the water. And soon they completely forgot about him.

The duckling left the swamp sadly. He wandered for a long time, until one day he found himself on the shore of a large lake and decided to stay and live there. He swam and dived freely all summer, but autumn came. The leaves on the trees turned yellow and fell off. Gray clouds hung in the sky and snow began to fall.
One evening, when the sun was already setting, a flock of incredibly beautiful birds appeared from behind the bushes.
They were white as snow with long and flexible necks and made strange cries. They flapped their magnificent wings and flew to warm countries. These were swans.

The cold winter came, everyone had a warm house. Only the Ugly Duckling wandered and was blown by a cold wind. There was no one who could help him, only the field mouse sincerely pitied him, but could not shelter him, because the duckling was too big for the mouse hole.

So he swam without stopping, so that the water around him would not freeze. But finally he got tired of the duck and fell asleep. Early in the morning a peasant passed by. He saw a frozen duckling, broke the ice and took it to his house.
There the duckling warmed up and came to his senses, and temporarily remained alive. But when the peasant's children wanted to play with him, he flew out of the open doors. Fortunately, the cold days have already passed and spring has arrived on the lake.

Everything around turned green. The ugly duckling spread his wings, they were already big and strong. When the swans flew from the south and landed on the lake, the wild ducks quacked proudly:
- And our swan is the most beautiful! Most!
The ugly duckling, who was hiding from shame, also wanted to see who this magnificent swan was.
Unexpectedly for himself, he saw his white reflection in the water.
- Isn’t it already me?! - he exclaimed uncertainly. The swans swam up to him, examined him with admiration, and happily accepted him into their flock.

Fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen
Artists - Spas Spasov, Svetlana Knyazeva

Illustrations: Tony Wolfe

Once upon a time there was duck family on one old farm. The mother duck sat down to hatch seven eggs in her cozy nest. And then one morning six eggs hatched and six small and fluffy ducklings hatched from them. However, the seventh egg still did not want to hatch. It must be said that the mother duck could not even remember when she laid that egg. How did it get here?

And suddenly... Knock-knock-knock...

Cracks formed on the egg, and soon the head of a new duckling appeared, and then the whole duckling came out of the shell.

But he was somehow different, not like everyone else. His feathers were not yellow, as expected, but gray, and this began to greatly disturb the mother duck. Meanwhile, the ducklings grew quickly, but the mother duck secretly continued to worry about her latest strange duckling.

I just can’t understand how such an ugly duckling can be mine! – she exclaimed to herself in her hearts, watching him.

Well, the gray duckling really was not handsome, besides, he ate twice as much as his brothers and therefore was also taller than them. Every day it became more and more difficult for the poor duckling to live on the farm. His brothers didn't want to play with him. He was so clumsy that all the birds on the farm simply laughed at him. He felt lonely and unhappy, although the mother duck tried her best to protect him.

My poor ugly duckling! - she sighed. - And why are you not like everyone else?

This made the ugly duckling feel even worse and he secretly cried at night so that no one would see. The poor guy thought that no one needed him in this world.

Nobody loves me, they all just laugh and mock me. And why am I not like my brothers?

And then he decided to run away from the farm, no longer able to be among his haters. He left unnoticed early in the morning at dawn, flying over the fence.

Once free, the duckling went for a walk and soon saw a small pond. He liked it there and decided to stay here. In addition, there were also many ducks and other birds with which he wanted to make friends. The ugly duckling asked them if they knew ducks with gray feathers like his, he wanted to find out who he was. But even there, all the local ducks looked at him with contempt and answered: “We have never seen anyone more terrible than you in our lives.”

However, the ugly duckling did not harden his heart and continued to remain kind and sympathetic. He continued his search and moved to another nearby pond. There he met geese and asked them the same question. But the geese also answered him that they did not know who he was and that they had never seen such an ugly duckling. But the geese also advised him not to stay here, because... It is very dangerous here: hunters with guns and dogs often come here.

The poor ugly duckling was already beginning to regret leaving the poultry yard. Although they didn’t like him there, it was safe. And he again went to wander through the fields and lakes.

One day his path passed by the house of an old woman living in the forest. She decided that it was a wild gosling and caught it.

I’ll put him in a cage, she thought. “I hope this is a goose and she will hatch eggs for me.” “The old woman was already almost blind and could not see him well.

Time passed, and the ugly duckling did not lay a single egg for her. A rooster and a cat still lived in that house; they immediately didn’t like the ugly duckling and began to scare him:

Move your balls, otherwise the old woman will get angry and make soup out of you! - said the rooster.

Yes Yes! I hope she chops off your head soon and makes some broth so I can enjoy your bones! – the black cat whispered hostilely.

The ugly duckling was so frightened that he completely lost his appetite and stopped eating, although the old woman gave him tasty grains and seeds. She specifically wanted to fatten him up so that he would grow up and become fat as quickly as possible.

Poor, poor me,” sobbed the ugly duckling, sitting in the cage. “It looks like I’ll have to die alone, but I really wanted someone to love me!”

But one night he managed to open the lock on the cage door and he ran away from this house.

And again the ugly duckling was left alone. He tried to get as far as possible from the old woman’s house and found a good place for himself in the reeds.

There was a lot of food there and the duckling even began to feel a little happy, although he was very lonely. One early morning, in the rays of the rising sun, he saw beautiful birds flying in the sky above him. How beautiful they were!

He admired their snow-white long necks, wide wings and yellow beaks. The duckling had never seen such beautiful birds.

Oh, if I could be as beautiful! At least for one day! - he dreamed, admiring these magical birds.

Having uttered a strange cry, they flapped their magnificent large wings and flew from the cold meadows to warm lands, beyond the blue sea.

Winter came, the water in the pond began to freeze and was already covered with a crust of ice. The duckling had to swim without rest to prevent the water from freezing completely, but every night the hole in which he swam became smaller and smaller. It was so freezing that even the ice crackled. The duckling worked tirelessly with his paws, but in the end he was completely exhausted, froze and was completely frozen.

Early in the morning a peasant passed by. He saw the duckling, broke the ice with his wooden shoes and carried the half-dead bird home.

I will bring it home to my children. They take him out. The poor thing is completely frozen! - the man exclaimed.

The peasant's house was very cozy and warm. The duckling was bought and dried with great love and care. For the first time in his life, he experienced love and tenderness.

So he spent the whole winter in the man’s house. And by spring he grew so big, became quite an adult, and the peasant decided to release him into the wild to the pond. This was the first time in a long time that the ugly duckling found himself on the water again, and what was his surprise when he saw his reflection in the water!

My God! How I have changed! I can't recognize myself at all! – he exclaimed in amazement.

Yamilya Nabiullina
Drawing based on the fairy tale by H. H. Andersen “The Ugly Duckling”

Tasks:

Educational objectives:

Continue to introduce children to the works of G.Kh. Anderson;

Teach children to relate real and fairy tale images;

Based on the impressions received, offer the children draw an image« The ugly duckling» ;

Continue to learn how to convey drawings of some of the simplest forms of movement (pretend to tilt your head duckling) ;

Continue teaching children to use a palette to create new colors (gray);

Educational tasks:

Cultivate interest in drawing and humane treatment of birds.

Materials:

Tinted paper, watercolor, 2 brushes, palette, napkins, jars of water;

Preliminary work:

Reading fairy tales G. X. Andersen« ugly duck» , looking at illustrations for fairy tale.

Progress of the lesson:

Educator:

Guys, let's remember and name fairy tales where do birds meet?

Children's answer:

- "Geese and Swans", « ugly duck» , "Cat, Rooster and Fox", "The Cockerel and the Bean Seed", "Firebird" etc.)

Showing and viewing illustrations.

Draw children's attention to the tilt of the bird's head and the color of the plumage.

And ask the children a question:

What is the name of this bird? ( « ugly duck» )

Which one is she from? fairy tales? (from fairy tales G. X. Andersen« ugly duck» )

Show tricks and methods drawing.

Pay attention to mixing black and white paint to create a new color (grey)

Then remove the sample and invite the children to start drawing; process drawing approach each child, help in case of difficulties, answer questions. During drawing pay attention to the shape and size of parts of the body (head, legs, pay attention to the color of the plumage, learn to place objects on a sheet taking into account its proportions.

We display the finished drawings on the stand.

In the analysis, direct children to answer what was done well (color selected, shape, size conveyed). Then point out mistakes. It is important that children notice the expressive aspects of their own drawings and the drawings of their peers.

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