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It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
Analysis of the poem by A. S. Pushkin “Sad time, charm of the eyes”
The golden time of the year amazes with its beauty and poetry. The period when nature brightly and solemnly says goodbye to summer, warmth, greenery, and prepares for winter sleep. Yellow and red foliage adorns the trees, and when they fall off, they form a motley carpet under your feet. The off-season has inspired artists, poets, composers, and playwrights for centuries.
Pushkin was always attracted by autumn with its charm. He loved this time more than any other, about which he tirelessly wrote both in prose and poetry. In the poem “Sad time, charm of the eyes,” Alexander Sergeevich talks about the seasons and comes to the conclusion that the end of October is ideal for him in all respects.
He does not like spring, praised by many poets, because it is dirty and slushy. Can't stand hot summers with constantly buzzing insects. The lyrics are more to the soul of “Russian cold”. But the winter is frosty and long. Although the hero loves to race on a sleigh in the snow and skate. The weather is not always favorable for your favorite pastimes. And sitting at home for a long time by the fireplace is boring and sad for the narrator.
The famous lines were born in the second Boldino autumn in 1833. It is known that this period was the most productive for the poet, his creative upsurge. When the fingers themselves asked for the pen, and the pen for the paper. Preparing for bed, the withering of nature is for Pushkin a stage of renewal, a new life. He writes that he is blooming again.
Already in the first lines there is an antithesis. A striking contrast between two descriptions of one phenomenon. On the one hand, the poet exclaims: “It’s a sad time.” On the other hand, he calls the weather outside the window the charm of the eyes. He writes about the decline of nature - a word with a negative connotation. But at the same time, he informs the reader about his love for this period. The farewell beauty of forests dressed in crimson and gold, devastated fields beckons the author for a walk. In such weather it is impossible to sit indoors.
The lyrical hero is the narrator, behind whom the personality of Alexander Sergeevich himself is drawn. The attentive reader understands that the description is alive. Pushkin depicts what he sees in poetic lines. Nature is spiritualized. Therefore, her image can be considered the second hero of the plot.
The author carefully, politely, very courteously, confidentially communicates with the reader. As if inviting to dialogue. He asks for opinions and apologizes for being too prosaic. Thus, the genre of address was used. This way the reader better understands the author, his mood, feeling and the idea that the poet wanted to convey.
Measured, melodious, rhythmic reading is achieved using the chosen poetic meter - iambic. The poem is divided into octaves, which are stanzas of eight lines.
Compositionally, the text looks unfinished. Alexander Sergeevich ends with the line: “Where should we sail?” Inviting the reader to reflect on this question for himself. A small element of natural philosophical lyricism in a landscape description.
The lines are purposefully devoid of an accurate description of the landscape.
Pushkin, as a true painter in poetry, here acts as an impressionist. A moment is caught that is about to give way to another. But the picture is slightly blurry, conveying not so much details as emotions.
Thanks to the poem by A.S. Pushkin’s “Sad time, the charm of the eyes” we can see autumn through the eyes of the great poet. After reading the text, it leaves positive emotions and pleasant excitement.
"Autumn" (M.Yu. Lermontov)
The leaves in the field have turned yellow,
And they circle and fly;
Only in the forest they ate withered
They keep gloomy greenery.
Under the overhanging rock,
He doesn’t love me anymore, between the flowers,
The plowman sometimes rests
From midday labors.
Beast, brave, unwillingly
He is in a hurry to hide somewhere.
At night the moon is dim, and the field
Through the fog it only shines silver.
"Autumn" (V. Nabokov)
And again, like in the sweet years
Melancholy, purity and miracles,
Looking into the limp waters
Ruddy thinning forest.
Simple as God's forgiveness
The transparent distance is expanding.
Ah, autumn, my delight,
My golden sadness!
It's fresh and the cobwebs are shining...
I rustle, I walk along the river,
Through the branches and clusters of rowan
I look at the quiet sky.
And the wide vault turns blue,
And flocks of nomadic birds -
What timid children's lines
In the desert of ancient pages...
Bad weather - autumn - smoke,
You smoke - everything seems to be not enough.
At least I would read - just reading
It moves so sluggishly.
The gray day creeps lazily,
And they chatter unbearably
Wall clock on the wall
Tirelessly with the tongue.
The heart is getting colder little by little,
And by the hot fireplace
Gets into the patient's head
Everything is so damn crazy!
Over a steaming glass
Cooling tea
Thank God, little by little,
It's like evening, I'm falling asleep...
It's a sad time! charm of the eyes!
I am pleased with your farewell beauty -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
(Pushkin A.S.)
And every autumn I bloom again;
The Russian cold is good for my health;
I feel love again for the habits of life:
One by one sleep flies away, one by one hunger comes;
The blood plays easily and joyfully in the heart,
Desires are boiling - I’m happy, young again,
I’m full of life again - that’s my body
(Please forgive me the unnecessary prosaicism).
(Pushkin A.S.)
"The Sun of Autumn" (M.Yu. Lermontov)
I love the sun of autumn, when
Making your way between clouds and fogs,
It casts a pale dead ray
On a tree swayed by the wind,
And on the damp steppe. I love the sun
There is something similar in a farewell glance
Great luminary with secret sadness
Deceived love; no colder
It goes without saying, but nature
And everything that can feel and see
They cannot be warmed by it; Yes sir
And the heart: fire is still alive in it, but people
Once they couldn’t understand him,
And he shouldn’t sparkle in his eyes again
And he will never touch your cheeks.
Why expose your heart again?
Yourself to ridicule and words of doubt?
"Autumn Evening" (F.I. Tyutchev)
There are in the brightness of autumn evenings
Touching, mysterious charm!..
The ominous shine and diversity of trees,
Crimson leaves languid, light rustle,
Misty and quiet azure
Over the sad orphaned land
And, like a premonition of descending storms,
Gusty, cold wind at times,
Damage, exhaustion - and everything
That gentle smile of fading,
What in a rational being we call
Divine modesty of suffering!..
“Under the breath of bad weather” (F.I. Tyutchev)
Under the breath of bad weather,
Swollen, darkened waters
And they were covered with lead -
And through their harsh gloss
Cloudy and purple evening
Shines with a rainbow ray.
Showers golden sparks,
Sows roses of fire,
And the stream carries them away.
Above the dark azure wave
The evening is fiery and stormy
Tears off his wreath...
"Autumn" (S. Yesenin)
Quietly in the juniper thicket along the cliff.
Autumn, a red mare, scratches her mane.
Above the river bank cover
The blue clang of her horseshoes can be heard.
The schema-monk-wind steps cautiously
Crumples leaves along road ledges
And kisses on the rowan bush
Red ulcers for the invisible Christ.
"Autumn Elegy" (Blok A.A.)
The autumn day descends in slow succession,
The yellow leaf is spinning slowly,
And the day is transparently fresh, and the air is wonderfully clean -
The soul will not escape invisible decay.
So, every day she tries,
And every year, like a yellow leaf spinning,
Everything seems, and is remembered, and is imagined
That the autumn of past years was not so sad.
How fleeting is the shadow of the early autumn days,
How I want to contain their early anxiety
And this yellow leaf that fell on the road
And this clear day, full of shadows, -
Because the shadows of the day are excesses of beauty,
Then, these days of calm excitement
They carry, they give the latest inspirations
Excess of flying away dreams.
Autumn. We are unaccustomed to lightning.
It's raining blindly.
Autumn. Trains are crowded
Let me pass! Everything is behind us.
Pasternak B.L.
Like a sad look, I love autumn.
On a foggy, quiet day I walk
I often go into the forest and sit there -
I look at the white sky
Yes, to the tops of dark pines.
I love, biting a sour leaf,
Lounging with a lazy smile,
Dream of doing whimsical
Yes, listen to the woodpeckers’ thin whistle.
The grass has all withered... cold,
A calm shine spreads over her...
And sadness quiet and free
I surrender with all my soul...
What won't I remember? Which
Will my dreams not visit me?
And the pines bend as if they were alive,
And they make such thoughtful noise...
And, like a flock of huge birds,
Suddenly the wind blows
And in tangled and dark branches
He makes some noise impatiently.
(Turgenev I.S.)
The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Standing above a bright clearing.
Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion...
"Golden Autumn" (B. Pasternak)
Autumn. Fairytale palace
Open for everyone to review.
Clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes.
Like at a painting exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.
Linden gold hoop -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
The face of a birch tree - under a veil
Bridal and transparent.
Buried land
Under leaves in ditches, holes.
In the yellow maple outbuildings,
As if in gilded frames.
Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And the sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.
Where you can't step into a ravine,
So that everyone doesn't know:
It's so raging that not a single step
There is a tree leaf underfoot.
Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echo at a steep descent
And dawn cherry glue
Solidifies in the form of a clot.
Autumn. Ancient Corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flipping through the cold.
There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...
F.I. Tyutchev
Sleep, Margarita, sleep, autumn has already come,
Sleep, daisy-colored, cool and white...
You, like me, are an autumn luminary.
I have nothing
Except three golden leaves and a staff
From ash,
Yes, a little earth on the soles of my feet,
Yes, a little wind in my hair,
Yes, the glare of the sea in the pupils...
Because I've been walking along the roads for a long time
Forest and coastal
And he cut off the branch of the ash tree,
And I took it in passing from the sleeping autumn
Three gold leaves.
(de Regnier)
"The charm of the eyes."
Autumn in poems by Russian poets
That's all true, but is this a reason not to love autumn - after all, it has a special charm. It is not for nothing that Russian poets, from Pushkin to Pasternak, so often wrote about autumn, praising the beauty of golden foliage, the romance of rainy, foggy weather, and the invigorating power of cool air.
Alexander Pushkin
It's a sad time! charm of the eyes!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant threats of gray winter.
And every autumn I bloom again;
The Russian cold is good for my health;
I feel love again for the habits of life:
One by one sleep flies away, one by one hunger comes;
The blood plays easily and joyfully in the heart,
Desires are boiling - I’m happy, young again,
I'm full of life again - that's my body
(Please forgive me the unnecessary prosaicism).
- Nikolay Nekrasov
Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
Fragile ice on a chilly river
It lies like melting sugar;
Near the forest, like in a soft bed,
You can get a good night's sleep - peace and space!
The leaves have not yet faded,
Yellow and fresh, they lie like a carpet.
Glorious autumn! Frosty nights
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature! And kochi,
And moss swamps and stumps -
Everything is fine under the moonlight,
Everywhere I recognize my native Rus'...
I fly quickly on cast iron rails,
I think my thoughts...
Photo: Shutterstock.com / S.Borisov
- Konstantin Balmont
And again autumn with the charm of rusty leaves,
Ruddy, scarlet, yellow, gold,
The silent blue of lakes, their thick waters,
The agile whistle and takeoff of tits in the oak forests.
Camel piles of majestic clouds,
The faded azure of the cast skies,
All around, the dimension of steep features,
The ascended vault, at night in starry glory.
Who's dreaming emerald blue
Drunk in the summer hour, sad at night.
The whole past appears before him with his own eyes.
The surf beats quietly in the Milky Stream.
And I freeze, falling to the center,
Through the darkness of separation, my love, from you.
- Fyodor Tyutchev
There are in the brightness of autumn evenings
Touching, mysterious charm:
The ominous shine and diversity of trees,
Crimson leaves languid, light rustle,
Misty and quiet azure
Over the sad orphaned land,
And, like a premonition of descending storms,
Gusty, cold wind at times,
Damage, exhaustion - and everything
That gentle smile of fading,
What in a rational being we call
Divine modesty of suffering.
- Afanasy Fet
When the end-to-end web
Spreads threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant gospel is heard more clearly,
We're not sad, scared again
The breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer
We understand more clearly.
Sergey Yesenin
Quietly in the juniper thicket along the cliff.
Autumn, a red mare, scratches her mane.
Above the river bank cover
The blue clang of her horseshoes is heard.
The schema-monk-wind steps cautiously
Crumples leaves over road ledges
And kisses on the rowan bush
Red sores to the invisible Christ..
Painting "Golden Autumn". Ilya Ostroukhov, 1886–1887 Oil on canvas
- Ivan Bunin
The autumn wind rises in the forests,
It moves noisily through the thicket,
Dead leaves are torn off and having fun
Carries in a mad dance.
He will just freeze, fall down and listen,
Will wave again, and behind him
The forest will hum, tremble - and they will fall
Leaves rain golden.
Blows like winter, frosty blizzards,
Clouds are floating in the sky...
Let everything that is dead and weak perish
And return to dust!
Winter blizzards are the forerunners of spring,
Winter blizzards must
Bury under the cold snow
Dead by the time spring arrives.
In the dark autumn the earth takes refuge
Yellow foliage, and under it
Vegetation of shoots and herbs slumbers,
Juice of life-giving roots.
Life begins in mysterious darkness.
Its joy and destruction
Serve the imperishable and unchanging -
The eternal beauty of Being!
Painting “On the veranda. Autumn". Stanislav Zhukovsky. 1911
- Boris Pasternak
Autumn. Fairytale palace
Open for everyone to review.
Clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes.
Like at a painting exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.
Linden gold hoop -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
The face of a birch - under a veil
Bridal and transparent.
Buried land
Under leaves in ditches, holes.
In the yellow maple outbuildings,
As if in gilded frames.
Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And the sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.
Where you can't step into a ravine,
So that everyone doesn't know:
It's so raging that not a single step
There is a tree leaf underfoot.
Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echo at a steep descent
And dawn cherry glue
Solidifies in the form of a clot.
Autumn. Ancient Corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flipping through the cold.
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!...
Alexander Pushkin
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
And distant gray winter threats.
Already the sky in autumn breathed...
Alexander Pushkin
The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
With a sad noise she stripped herself,
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.
Autumn morning
Alexander Pushkin
There was a noise; field pipe
My solitude has been announced,
And with the image of a mistress draga
The last dream has flown away.
The shadow of the night has already rolled down from the sky.
The dawn has risen, the pale day is shining -
And all around me there is desolation...
She's gone... I was off the coast,
Where my dear went on a clear evening;
On the shore, in the green meadows
I didn't find any barely visible traces,
Left by her beautiful foot.
Wandering thoughtfully in the depths of the forests,
I pronounced the name of the incomparable;
I called her - and a solitary voice
Empty valleys called her into the distance.
He came to the stream, attracted by dreams;
Its streams flowed slowly,
The unforgettable image did not tremble in them.
She's gone!.. Until sweet spring
I said goodbye to bliss and to my soul.
Already autumn's cold hand
The heads of birch and linden trees are bare,
She rustles in the deserted oak groves;
There a yellow leaf spins day and night,
There is fog on the chilled waves,
And an instant whistling of the wind is heard.
Fields, hills, familiar oak forests!
Keepers of sacred silence!
Witnesses of my melancholy, fun!
You are forgotten... until sweet spring!
Autumn
Alexander Pushkin
October has already arrived - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has blown in - the road is freezing.
The stream still runs babbling behind the mill,
But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
To the departing fields with my desire,
And the winter ones suffer from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes up the sleeping oak forests.
Now is my time: I don’t like spring;
The thaw is boring to me; stench, dirt - in the spring I am sick;
The blood is fermenting; feelings and mind are constrained by melancholy.
I'm happier in the harsh winter
I love her snow; in the presence of the moon
How easy the running of a sleigh with a friend is fast and free,
When under the sable, warm and fresh,
She shakes your hand, glowing and trembling!
How fun it is to put sharp iron on your feet,
Slide along the mirror of standing, smooth rivers!
And the brilliant worries of the winter holidays?..
But you also need to know honor; six months of snow and snow,
After all, this is finally true for the inhabitant of the den,
The bear will get bored. You can't take a whole century
We'll ride in a sleigh with the young Armids
Or sour at the stoves behind double glass.
Oh, summer is red! I would love you
If only it weren't for the heat, the dust, the mosquitoes, and the flies.
You, ruining all your spiritual abilities,
You torture us; like the fields we suffer from drought;
Just to get something to drink and refresh yourself -
We have no other thought, and it’s a pity for the old woman’s winter,
And, having seen her off with pancakes and wine,
We are celebrating her funeral with ice cream and ice.
The days of late autumn are usually scolded,
But she’s sweet to me, dear reader,
Quiet beauty, shining humbly.
So unloved child in the family
It attracts me to itself. To tell you frankly,
Of the annual times, I am glad only for her,
There is a lot of good in her; a lover is not vain,
I found something in her like a wayward dream.
How to explain this? I like her,
Like you probably are a consumptive maiden
Sometimes I like it. Condemned to death
The poor thing bows down without a murmur, without anger.
A smile is visible on faded lips;
She does not hear the gaping of the grave abyss;
There is still a crimson color playing on the face.
She is still alive today, gone tomorrow.
It's a sad time! charm of the eyes!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant threats of gray winter.
And every autumn I bloom again;
The Russian cold is good for my health;
I feel love again for the habits of life:
One by one sleep flies away, one by one hunger comes;
The blood plays easily and joyfully in the heart,
Desires are boiling - I’m happy, young again,
I'm full of life again - that's my body
(Please forgive me the unnecessary prosaicism).
They lead the horse to me; in the open expanse,
Waving his mane, he carries the rider,
And loudly under his shining hoof
The frozen valley rings and the ice cracks.
But the short day goes out, and in the forgotten fireplace
The fire is burning again - then the bright light is pouring,
It smolders slowly - and I read in front of it
Or I harbor long thoughts in my soul.
And I forget the world - and in sweet silence
I'm sweetly lulled by my imagination,
And poetry awakens in me:
The soul is embarrassed by lyrical excitement,
It trembles and sounds and searches, as in a dream,
To finally pour out with free manifestation -
And then an invisible swarm of guests comes towards me,
Old acquaintances, fruits of my dreams.
And the thoughts in my head are agitated in courage,
And light rhymes run towards them,
And fingers ask for pen, pen for paper,
A minute - and the poems will flow freely.
So the ship slumbers motionless in the motionless moisture,
But choo! - the sailors suddenly rush and crawl
Up, down - and the sails are inflated, the winds are full;
The mass has moved and is cutting through the waves.
Municipal state-financed organization additional education"Belgorod Palace children's creativity» Belgorod
department of artistic and aesthetic education
Scenario of the autumn ball
“Autumn time, the charm of the eyes!”
The script was developed by a methodologist
department of artistic and aesthetic education
Annenkova I. G.
The event was held
in the children's association "Blue Bird"
Belgorod
2015
Target: to cultivate a love for beauty, for nature, for the Motherland. Develop aesthetic taste, a sense of friendship, mutual assistance, the ability to have fun and have fun.
Tasks:
develop Creative skills students, expressive reading skills.
Scenario participants: students of the children's association "Blue Bird" of the department of artistic and aesthetic education of the Belgorod Palace of Children's Creativity.
Decor: autumn flowers, garlands of yellow leaves, branches of autumn trees, bunches of rowan berries, vegetables and fruits on the table in a vase, an exhibition of drawings on an autumn theme, multi-colored balls. On the stage there is a poster “Sad time, charm from the eyes!” At the door there is an invitation poster “Welcome to the Autumn Ball!”
Preparation:
1. Wrappers, forfeits.
2. Leaflets with participant numbers.
3. Gifts from Cardin.
4. Apples, potatoes.
"Wreath of leaves."
Autumn composition and a story about it: what it is made of, what it symbolizes, its purpose.
Questions, riddles, tasks for phantom lotto “Nadezhda”.
Puzzles:
1. Came without paints and without a brush and repainted all the leaves(Autumn).
2. He sees and does not hear, walks, wanders, prowls, whistles(Wind).
3. The beast is afraid of my branches, they won’t build nests in them, my beauty and power are in the branches, tell me quickly - who am I?(Deer).
4. Sits - turns green, falls - turns yellow, lies - turns black.(Sheet).
5. Very friendly sisters, they wear red berets. Autumn is brought to the forest in summer(Chanterelles).
6. They ask and wait for me, but when I come, they hide(Rain).
7. There is a hat, but without a head, there is a leg, but without shoes(Mushroom).
Questions:
1. Who picks apples with their backs?
2. Who has a cheek instead of a bag?
3. Birds fly south in the fall - everyone knows this. Are there “migratory” animals?
4. Which animal dries mushrooms?
5. The leaves of which trees turn red in autumn?
6. Where do frogs go for the winter?
7. What animal gives birth to cubs in November?
8. Name the names of songs associated with autumn and sing at least 4 lines.
9. What was September called in ancient times?
11. An ancient name for November?
12. Which forest has no leaves?
Progress of the event.
(Participants in the stage action are smartly dressed. Each has some sign of autumn on their clothes, a piece of paper with a number is drawn on it. The music is playing - the calm, slightly sad melody of “Autumn Waltz”. Gradually it fades away. The presenters come out.)
1 Presenter. It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
I am pleased with your farewell beauty.
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold...
This is how Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin once expressed his admiration for autumn nature. And I wanted to express my feelings in the words of the great poet.
2 Presenter. And I would like to continue with the words of another famous Russian writer and poet Ivan Alekseevich Bunin:
The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Standing above a bright clearing.
Birches with yellow carvings.
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue.
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And autumn is a quiet widow
He enters his colorful mansion.
3 Presenter. Autumn... The golden time of the year, striking with the richness of flowers, fruits, and a fantastic combination of colors: from bright, eye-catching to blurry-transparent halftones.
4 Presenter. But it’s true, look around, take a closer look: the foliage sparkles like forged gold, multi-colored lanterns of asters and chrysanthemums flash brightly, rowan berries freeze on the trees with droplets of blood, and the bottomless autumn sky surprises with the abundance and brightness of the stars scattered across it.
1 Presenter. Sad October stretches out its business card, where the lines of the brilliant Russian poet are written in colorless ink of mists:
October has already arrived - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has blown in - the road is freezing.
The stream still runs babbling behind the mill,
But the pond has already frozen…
2 Presenter. It's autumn outside now. We call it differently: cold, golden, generous, rainy, sad. But, be that as it may, autumn is a wonderful time of year, it is the time of harvesting, summing up the results of field work, it is the beginning of school, it is preparation for a long and cold winter. And no matter whether it’s cold or warm outside, our native land is always beautiful, attractive, and charming! AND folk wisdom says: “Autumn is sad, but life is fun.” So let wonderful music sound on this October day, let unbridled cheerful laughter flow like a river, your legs know no fatigue in dancing, let your fun never end!
All presenters. We are opening our festive Autumn Ball!
3 Presenter. The honorable right to cut the ribbon and open our Autumn Ball is given to our beloved additional education teacher Valentina Nikolaevna Umanets.
(The ribbon is cut, music sounds, everyone lines up.)
4 Presenter. Now let's take the oath of the Autumn Ball participants.
All. We swear!
1 Presenter. Have fun from the heart!
All. We swear!
2 Presenter. Dance until you drop!
All. We swear!
3 Presenter. Laugh and joke!
All. We swear!
4 Presenter. Participate and win in all competitions.
All. We swear!
1 Presenter. Share the joy of victory and the prizes received with friends.
All. We swear! We swear! We swear!
2 Presenter. We talked for a long time, but completely forgot that we had to dance at the ball. Maestro, music!
(Music sounds, everyone dances)
3 Presenter. And now we are starting the competition program.
1 competition – literary. Now the lines of Russian poets will be heard, and you name their authors. Everyone who guesses correctly gets a forfeit. Please save them until the end of the ball.
Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces.
Fragile ice on the icy river,
It lies like melting sugar.
Near the forest, like in a soft bed,
You can get a good night's sleep - peace and space!
The leaves have not yet faded,
Yellow and fresh, they lie like a carpet.(N. Nekrasov)
There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...(F. Tyutchev)
The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
With a sad noise she was naked...(A. Pushkin)
Autumn. Our whole poor garden is crumbling,
Yellowed leaves are flying in the wind;
They only show off in the distance, there at the bottom of the valleys,
Clusters of bright red withering rowan trees.(L. Tolstoy)
4 Presenter. And now competitive program is interrupted. We have music. Everyone is dancing.
(Music sounds. Everyone dances)
1 Presenter. And again our autumn ball continues. I have a box in my hands. There are forfeits in it. We are glad that you came to our ball. And we are looking for students among our guests who have a broad outlook, are talented, and smart. So, we invite you to participate in the phantom lotto “Nadezhda”. We hope that many will want to express themselves. And they will all be awarded with small candy wrappers.
(The guys receive forfeits with tasks, questions, riddles. Those who guessed get a forfeit,
2 Presenter. And now, I think there should be a musical break, because what would an Autumn Ball be without dancing?
(Everyone is dancing)
2 Presenter. (Addresses other presenters) Please tell me, do you like coziness, warmth, comfort. Is your home comfortable?
(Leaders answer)
So our guests tried to make our holiday cozy. To do this, they made a composition from autumn material. They will not only show it, but also tell you what it is called and what it consists of.
(Team representatives defend their composition. With the help of a competent designer - teacher - the best composition is determined. A forfeit is awarded).
3 Presenter. Dear guests, please listen to a short announcement. In parallel with our competition program, there is a competition for the title of King and Queen of the Autumn Ball, which students of our theater studio can become. Each of them has leaves with numbers. Each of those present can go up to the stage and write down the number of the person they consider a contender for this title. Now we invite everyone to dance! Maestro, music!
1 Presenter. It's time to take a break from dancing. That's why we have a game. You all probably love apples. I hope our members do too.
( Game "Who can eat the apples faster." The apples are tied on a rope and the participants' task is to eat the apple without their hands.)
2 Presenter. Everyone knows how tasty and healthy potatoes are. Very often we all have to both plant it and remove it. I suggest that the next participants in the game collect the harvest. The game is called "Collect Potatoes". It is carried out as follows: a lot of potatoes are scattered on the floor, and the participants in the game, blindfolded, must quickly harvest the crop in one minute. The winner is the one who collects the most potatoes in the bucket.
(The game “Collect Potatoes” is played)
3 Presenter. We remind you that the competition for the title of King and Queen continues. And now there is a musical break.
(Music sounds)
4 Presenter. Hurry up to make your choice of King and Queen. Since the competition program is coming to an end.
1 Presenter. And now the last competition of our ball. Two participants are invited. Competition "Wreath of leaves". There is a prize for the best work.
(a competition is held and the winner is announced)
2 Presenter. It is announced who became the King and Queen of the ball.
(On the winners
wear wreaths of leaves)
2 Presenter. The Prom Queen gives the floor.
(The Queen determines the participants in the games,
competitions that greatest number candy wrappers.
All of them are rewarded for their active participation).
1 Presenter. They say that autumn means sadness, continuous rains, cloudy weather... Don't believe it, friends! Autumn is beautiful and attractive in its own way. It brings generosity to the soul, warmth from human communication to the heart, and brings unique beauty into our lives!
2 Presenter. Autumn has fully come into its own today, and we will celebrate its arrival. We thank this autumn for bringing us all together for the autumn ball. Winter, spring, summer are ahead... And then autumn again. How many more of them there will be in our lives! We hope that the golden lights of the Autumn Ball will be lit for all of us more than once. See you again!
(Slow music plays)
