A fairy tale whose nose is better. Summary of GCD on the perception of fiction “Whose nose is better?” (based on the fairy tale B

And birds, it turns out, also like to argue! In Vitaly Bianchi’s fairy tale “Whose nose is better,” birds boast of their different noses: some have a nose like pincers, you can crack nuts with them, some have a long nose, just for swallowing worms, and there are also very unusual and even strange noses. In this fairy tale, your child will meet representatives of the feathered family, find out what they eat and where they live, and all this in an entertaining way and with a good start. Read this wonderful fairy tale, written according to the good old canons - and give your child an interest in reading and a positive attitude towards birds different types! Perhaps it is after this that he will want to make a feeding trough for some of them, and will become even more observant and attentive to our smaller brothers.

The thin-nosed flycatcher sat on a branch and looked around.

As soon as a fly or butterfly appears, he will immediately take wings, catch it and swallow it. Then he sits on the branch again and waits, looking out.

I saw a grosbeak nearby and began to cry to it about my bitter life.

“It’s very tiring for me,” he says, “to get food for myself.” You work and work all day long, and you know neither rest nor peace. And yet you live from hand to mouth. Think for yourself: how many midges you need to catch to be full! But I can’t peck the grain: my nose is too weak.

“Yes, your nose is no good,” said the grosbeak, “your nose is weak.” It's my business! I use them to bite through a cherry pit like a shell. You sit in your place, peck berries and click. Crack! - and you're done. Crack! - and you're done. I wish you had a nose like that.

The crossbill heard him and said:

“You, grosbeak, have a very simple nose, like a sparrow’s, only thicker.” Look how intricate my nose is: with a cross. I tell them all year round I husk the seeds from the cones. Like this.

The crossbill deftly picked up the scales with its crooked nose fir cone and took out a seed.

“That’s right,” said the flycatcher, “your nose is more cunning.”

“You don’t understand anything about noses!” - a weevil snipe wheezed from the swamp. — Nice nose It should be straight and long so that it is convenient for them to get boogers out of the mud. Look at my nose.

The birds looked down, and there a nose sticking out of the reeds, long as a pencil and thin as a match.

“Ah,” said the flycatcher, “I wish I had a nose like that!”

And the flycatcher saw two wonderful noses in front of him: one looked up, the other looked down, and both were thin, like an awl.

“My nose looks up for this reason,” said the awlnos, “so that it can pick up all sorts of small living creatures in the water.”

“And that’s why my nose looks down,” said the sickle-curlew, “so that it can drag worms out of the grass.”

“Well,” said the flycatcher, “you couldn’t imagine better noses.”

“Yes, apparently you’ve never seen real noses,” the broad-nosed man grunted from the puddle. - Look what real noses there are: wow!

All the birds burst out laughing right in the nose of the broad-nosed man:

- What a shovel!

- But it’s so convenient for them to lye water! - the broad-nosed man said annoyedly and quickly tumbled his head into the puddle again.

I took a nose full of water, surfaced and let’s click: pass water through the edges of the nose, like through a fine comb. The water came out, but the boogers that were in it remained in the mouth.

“Pay attention to my nose,” whispered a modest gray nightjar from the tree. - Mine is tiny, but wonderful: midges, mosquitoes, butterflies in whole crowds fall into my throat when I fly over the ground at night, my mouth open and my mustache spread out like a net.

- How is this possible? - Mukholov was surprised.

“Here’s how,” said the net-billed nightjar. And when his mouth opened, all the birds shied away from him.

- What a lucky guy! - said the flycatcher. “I grab one midge at a time, and he catches them in flocks at once!”

“Yes,” the birds agreed, “you won’t get lost with such a mouth!”

- Hey you, small fry! - the sac pelican shouted to them from the lake. - We caught a midge - and we’re glad! But there is no way to put something aside for yourself. I’ll catch a fish and put it in my bag, I’ll catch it again and put it away again.

The fat pelican raised his nose, and under his nose there was a bag full of fish.

- That's the nose! - exclaimed the flycatcher. - A whole pantry! You can't imagine anything more convenient.

“You probably haven’t seen my nose yet,” said the woodpecker. - Look at it.

- Why admire him? - asked mukholov. — The most ordinary nose: straight, not very long, without a mesh and without a bag. It takes a long time to get your lunch like this, and don’t even think about supplies.

“We, forest workers,” said the woodpecker, “need to have all the tools with us for carpentry and carpentry work.” We not only get food for them from under the bark, but we also hollow out the tree: we hollow out hollows, we build homes for ourselves and for other birds. My nose is a chisel!

- Miracles! - said the flycatcher. “I’ve seen so many noses today, but I can’t decide which one is better.” Here's what, brothers: you all stand next to each other. I will look at you and choose the best nose.

Grosbeak, crusader, awl-nosed, sickle-nosed, broad-nosed, bag-nosed and gouge-nosed

Lined up in front of the slender-nosed flycatcher are grosbeaks, crusader, weevils, awl-noses, sickle-noses, shovelers, net-billed bats, sack-nosed bats and gouges.

But then a gray hook-billed hawk suddenly fell from above, grabbed the flycatcher and carried it away for lunch.

The rest of the birds scattered in different directions in fright.

So it remains unknown whose nose is better.

Like all of V. Bianchi’s creations, the story Whose Nose better conveys cognitive information to a child. Written in simple in clear language The narrative unobtrusively reveals to the child all the diversity of living nature. When a child begins to realize himself as an individual, he involuntarily compares his own appearance with other kids, often coming to the wrong conclusion that others have better appearance than him. Read this story to your child about the world of birds, pushing him to the idea that every person is unique and should be proud of his appearance. The story will show the child that being different from others and being different in appearance is normal. It is necessary to emphasize how unique each of us is in our uniqueness.

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Mukholov-Tonkonos sat on a branch and looked around. As soon as a fly or butterfly flies past, he will immediately chase it, catch it and swallow it. Then he sits on a branch again and again waits and looks out. He saw a grosbeak nearby and began to complain to him about his bitter life.

“It’s very tiring for me,” he says, “to get food for myself.” You work and work all day, you know neither rest nor peace, but you live from hand to mouth. Think for yourself: how many midges you need to catch in order to be full. But I can’t peck the grains: my nose is too thin.

Yes, your nose is no good! - said Grosbeak. - It’s my business! I bite through the cherry pit like a shell. You sit still and peck berries. I wish you had a nose like that.

Klest the Crusader heard him and said:

You, Grosbeak, have a very simple nose, like a Sparrow, only thicker. Look how intricate my nose is! I husk seeds from cones for them all year round. Like this.

The crossbill deftly picked up the scales of a fir cone with its crooked nose and took out a seed.

That’s right,” said Mukholov, “your nose is more cunning!”

You don't understand anything about noses! - Snipe Weevil wheezed from the swamp. A good nose should be straight and long so that it is convenient for them to get boogers out of the mud. Look at my nose!

The birds looked down, and there a nose sticking out of the reeds, long, like a pencil, and thin, like a match.

“Oh,” said Mukholov, “I wish I had a nose like that!”

Mukholov looked and saw two wonderful noses in front of him: one looked up, the other looked down, and both were thin as a needle.

“My nose looks up,” said Shilonos, “so that it can snag any small living creatures in the water.”

“And that’s why my nose looks down,” said Curlew the Serponos, “so that they can drag worms and bugs out of the grass.”

Well,” said Mukholov, “you couldn’t imagine anything better than your noses!”

Yes, apparently you haven’t even seen real noses! - Shirokonos grunted from the puddle. Look what real noses there are: wow!

All the birds burst out laughing, right in Broadnose’s nose!

What a shovel!

But it’s so convenient for them to lye water! - Shirokonos said annoyedly and quickly tumbled his head into the puddle again.

Pay attention to my nose! - whispered the modest, gray-faced Nightjar from the tree. - Mine is tiny, but it serves me as both a net and a throat. Midges, mosquitoes, butterflies in droves fall into my mesh throat when I fly above the ground at night.

How is this possible? - Mukholov was surprised.

That's how! - said the Net-billed Nightjar, and when his mouth opened, all the birds shied away from him.

What a lucky guy! - said Mukholov. - I grab one midge at a time, and he catches hundreds of them at once!

Yes,” the birds agreed, “you won’t get lost with such a mouth!”

Hey you little fry! - Pelican-Bag-Bag shouted to them from the lake. - We caught a midge and are glad. And there is no one to put something aside for himself. I’ll catch a fish and put it in my bag, I’ll catch it again and put it away again.

The fat Pelican raised his nose, and under his nose there was a bag full of fish.

That's the nose! - exclaimed Mukholov, - a whole pantry! It couldn't be more convenient!

“You probably haven’t seen my nose yet,” said the Woodpecker. - Here, admire it!

Why admire him? - asked Mukholov. - The most ordinary nose: straight, not very long, without a mesh and without a bag. It takes a long time to get food for lunch with this nose, and don’t even think about supplies.

“You can’t just think about food,” said the Woodpecker. - We, forest workers, need to have tools with us for carpentry and carpentry work. We not only get food for ourselves, but also hollow out trees: we set up a home for ourselves and for other birds. What a chisel I have!

Miracles! - said Mukholov. “I’ve seen so many noses today, but I can’t decide which one is better.” Here's what, brothers: you all stand next to each other. I will look at you and choose the best nose.

Lined up in front of the Thin-nosed Flycatcher were Grosbeak, Crusader, Weevil, Shilonos, Broad-nosed, Net-nosed, Sack-nosed and Dolbonos.

But then a gray Hook-Hawk fell from above, grabbed Mukholov and took him away for lunch.

And the rest of the birds scattered in different directions in fright.

Whose nose is better?

The Thin-nosed Flycatcher sat on a branch and looked around. As soon as a fly or butterfly flies past, he will immediately chase it, catch it and swallow it. Then he sits on a branch again and again waits and looks out. I saw Grosbeak nearby and began to complain to him about my bitter life.......

In 1923, the writer’s first book, “Whose Nose is Better,” appeared. Remember how the flycatcher complained about his nose? (Reading a fairy tale out loud).
Whose nose is better?
It is no coincidence that the title of this first book contains a question. You yourself know how many questions arise in a person who begins to take a closer look at nature.
“Whose nose is better?”
“Who sings with what?”
“Whose legs are these?”
“Where do crayfish spend the winter?” - this is the name of V. Bianchi’s books.
Vitaly Valentinovich had a rare gift: he knew how to see the wonderful, fabulous in the most ordinary; see, be surprised and convey your observations to the reader.
“All the Most” is the name of this book about birds. (Read a few passages). Remember when we talked about what animals give us? What and how do birds help us?
“How else do birds work for us?”
The book “Titmouse Calendar” is about the young titmouse Zinka, about her life, affairs, concerns; joys and sorrows, about friends and enemies.
All these books by Vitaly Bianchi (and many others) are about birds and not by chance. After all, he was an expert in the science of studying birds.

BIANKI VITALY VALENTINOVICH (1894-1959) The books of the famous children's writer Vitaly Valentinovich Bianki remained in the memory of several generations of children, who in turn became parents, and then grandparents. Patriotism, love and careful attitude to the surrounding native nature, observation, readiness to always come to the aid of the weak, versatile knowledge - this is what everyone who turns to his works takes away, equally interesting not only for children, but also for adults.

An ornithologist by recognition, a researcher, pathfinder and traveler by way of life, a poet by attitude, active and hardworking by nature, with extraordinary literary abilities, a good storyteller and simply kind, sociable, with a lot of friends, followers, students, Bianchi became one of the founders of the whole directions in literature for children, devoting his creativity to scientific and artistic depiction of the life of the forest and its inhabitants.

Famous Russian writers L.N. had a great influence on his work. Tolstoy, I.S. Turgenev, S.T. Aksakov, D.N. Mamin - Siberian, American writer E. Seton-Thompson. His contemporaries and like-minded people were the masters of scientific and educational books for children M. Ilyin, K.G. Paustovsky, V. Zhitkov, and his students and followers are now recognized children's writers.

The thin-nosed flycatcher sat on a branch and looked around.

As soon as a fly or butterfly appears, he will immediately take wings, catch it and swallow it. Then he sits on the branch again and waits, looking out.

I saw a grosbeak nearby and began to cry to it about my bitter life.

“It’s very tiring for me,” he says, “to get food for myself.” You work and work all day long, and you know neither rest nor peace. And yet you live from hand to mouth. Think for yourself: how many midges you need to catch to be full! But I can’t peck the grain: my nose is too weak.

“Yes, your nose is no good,” said the grosbeak, “your nose is weak.” It's my business! I use them to bite through a cherry pit like a shell. You sit in your place, peck berries and click. Crack! - and you're done. Crack! - and you're done. I wish you had a nose like that.

The crossbill heard him and said:

“You, grosbeak, have a very simple nose, like a sparrow’s, only thicker.” Look how intricate my nose is: with a cross. I husk seeds from cones for them all year round. Like this.

The crossbill deftly picked up the scales of a fir cone with its crooked nose and took out a seed.

“That’s right,” said the flycatcher, “your nose is more cunning.”

“You don’t understand anything about noses!” - a weevil snipe wheezed from the swamp. “A good nose should be straight and long, so that it’s easy for them to get boogers out of the mud.” Look at my nose.

The birds looked down, and there a nose sticking out of the reeds, long as a pencil and thin as a match.

“Ah,” said the flycatcher, “I wish I had a nose like that!”

And the flycatcher saw two wonderful noses in front of him: one looked up, the other looked down, and both were thin, like an awl.

“My nose looks up for this reason,” said the awlnos, “so that it can pick up all sorts of small living creatures in the water.”

“And that’s why my nose looks down,” said the sickle-curlew, “so that it can drag worms out of the grass.”

“Well,” said the flycatcher, “you couldn’t imagine better noses.”

“Yes, apparently you’ve never seen real noses,” the broad-nosed man grunted from the puddle. - Look what real noses there are: wow!

All the birds burst out laughing right in the nose of the broad-nosed man:

- What a shovel!

- But it’s so convenient for them to lye water! - the broad-nosed man said annoyedly and quickly tumbled his head into the puddle again.

I took a nose full of water, surfaced and let’s click: pass water through the edges of the nose, like through a fine comb. The water came out, but the boogers that were in it remained in the mouth.

“Pay attention to my nose,” whispered a modest gray nightjar from the tree. - Mine is tiny, but wonderful: midges, mosquitoes, butterflies in whole crowds fall into my throat when I fly over the ground at night, my mouth open and my mustache spread out like a net.

- How is this possible? - Mukholov was surprised.

“Here’s how,” said the net-billed nightjar. And when his mouth opened, all the birds shied away from him.

- What a lucky guy! - said the flycatcher. “I grab one midge at a time, and he catches them in flocks at once!”

“Yes,” the birds agreed, “you won’t get lost with such a mouth!”

- Hey you, small fry! - the sac pelican shouted to them from the lake. - We caught a midge - and we’re glad! But there is no way to put something aside for yourself. I’ll catch a fish and put it in my bag, I’ll catch it again and put it away again.

The fat pelican raised his nose, and under his nose there was a bag full of fish.

- That's the nose! - exclaimed the flycatcher. - A whole pantry! You can't imagine anything more convenient.

“You probably haven’t seen my nose yet,” said the woodpecker. - Look at it.

- Why admire him? - asked mukholov. — The most ordinary nose: straight, not very long, without a mesh and without a bag. It takes a long time to get your lunch like this, and don’t even think about supplies.

“We, forest workers,” said the woodpecker, “need to have all the tools with us for carpentry and carpentry work.” We not only get food for them from under the bark, but we also hollow out the tree: we hollow out hollows, we build homes for ourselves and for other birds. My nose is a chisel!

- Miracles! - said the flycatcher. “I’ve seen so many noses today, but I can’t decide which one is better.” Here's what, brothers: you all stand next to each other. I will look at you and choose the best nose.

Lined up in front of the slender-nosed flycatcher are grosbeaks, crusader, weevils, awl-noses, sickle-noses, shovelers, net-billed bats, sack-nosed bats and gouges.

But then a gray hook-billed hawk suddenly fell from above, grabbed the flycatcher and carried it away for lunch.

The rest of the birds scattered in different directions in fright.

So it remains unknown whose nose is better.

The thin-nosed flycatcher sat on a branch and looked around.

As soon as a fly or butterfly appears, he will immediately take wings, catch it and swallow it. Then he sits on the branch again and waits, looking out.

I saw a grosbeak nearby and began to cry to it about my bitter life.

“It’s very tiring for me,” he says, “to get food for myself.” You work and work all day long, and you know neither rest nor peace. And yet you live from hand to mouth. Think for yourself: how many midges you need to catch to be full! But I can’t peck the grain: my nose is too weak.

“Yes, your nose is no good,” said the grosbeak, “your nose is weak.” It's my business! I use them to bite through a cherry pit like a shell. You sit in your place, peck berries and click. Crack! - and you're done. Crack! - and you're done. I wish you had a nose like that.

The crossbill heard him and said:

“You, grosbeak, have a very simple nose, like a sparrow’s, only thicker.” Look how intricate my nose is: with a cross. I husk seeds from cones for them all year round. Like this.

The crossbill deftly picked up the scales of a fir cone with its crooked nose and took out a seed.

“That’s right,” said the flycatcher, “your nose is more cunning.”

“You don’t understand anything about noses!” - a weevil snipe wheezed from the swamp. “A good nose should be straight and long, so that it’s easy for them to get boogers out of the mud.” Look at my nose.

The birds looked down, and there a nose sticking out of the reeds, long as a pencil and thin as a match.

“Ah,” said the flycatcher, “I wish I had a nose like that!”

And the flycatcher saw two wonderful noses in front of him: one looked up, the other looked down, and both were thin, like an awl.

“My nose looks up for this reason,” said the awlnos, “so that it can pick up all sorts of small living creatures in the water.”

“And that’s why my nose looks down,” said the sickle-curlew, “so that it can drag worms out of the grass.”

“Well,” said the flycatcher, “you couldn’t imagine better noses.”

“Yes, apparently you’ve never seen real noses,” the broad-nosed man grunted from the puddle. - Look what real noses there are: wow!

All the birds burst out laughing right in the nose of the broad-nosed man:

- What a shovel!

- But it’s so convenient for them to lye water! - the broad-nosed man said annoyedly and quickly tumbled his head into the puddle again.

I took a nose full of water, surfaced and let’s click: pass water through the edges of the nose, like through a fine comb. The water came out, but the boogers that were in it remained in the mouth.

“Pay attention to my nose,” whispered a modest gray nightjar from the tree. - Mine is tiny, but wonderful: midges, mosquitoes, butterflies in whole crowds fall into my throat when I fly over the ground at night, my mouth open and my mustache spread out like a net.

- How is this possible? - Mukholov was surprised.

“Here’s how,” said the net-billed nightjar. And when his mouth opened, all the birds shied away from him.

- What a lucky guy! - said the flycatcher. “I grab one midge at a time, and he catches them in flocks at once!”

“Yes,” the birds agreed, “you won’t get lost with such a mouth!”

- Hey you, small fry! - the sac pelican shouted to them from the lake. - We caught a midge - and we’re glad! But there is no way to put something aside for yourself. I’ll catch a fish and put it in my bag, I’ll catch it again and put it away again.

The fat pelican raised his nose, and under his nose there was a bag full of fish.

- That's the nose! - exclaimed the flycatcher. - A whole pantry! You can't imagine anything more convenient.

“You probably haven’t seen my nose yet,” said the woodpecker. - Look at it.

- Why admire him? - asked mukholov. — The most ordinary nose: straight, not very long, without a mesh and without a bag. It takes a long time to get your lunch like this, and don’t even think about supplies.

“We, forest workers,” said the woodpecker, “need to have all the tools with us for carpentry and carpentry work.” We not only get food for them from under the bark, but we also hollow out the tree: we hollow out hollows, we build homes for ourselves and for other birds. My nose is a chisel!

- Miracles! - said the flycatcher. “I’ve seen so many noses today, but I can’t decide which one is better.” Here's what, brothers: you all stand next to each other. I will look at you and choose the best nose.

Grosbeak, crusader, awl-nosed, sickle-nosed, broad-nosed, bag-nosed and gouge-nosed

Lined up in front of the slender-nosed flycatcher are grosbeaks, crusader, weevils, awl-noses, sickle-noses, shovelers, net-billed bats, sack-nosed bats and gouges.

But then a gray hook-billed hawk suddenly fell from above, grabbed the flycatcher and carried it away for lunch.

The rest of the birds scattered in different directions in fright.

So it remains unknown whose nose is better.

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