Analysis of the work forest and steppe turgenev. Forest and steppe (Turgenev I.S.)
Sections: Primary School
Lesson objectives:
Educational:
Educational:
Educational:
During the classes.
1. ORGANIZATIONAL MOMENT.
2. WARM UP.
a) Sit up straight, place your hands on your knees:
– inhale through the nose, exhale through the mouth;
– inhale, hold your breath, exhale;
– inhale, hold your breath, exhale in portions.
3. WORKING ON NEW MATERIAL.
: – Today in class we are working with an excerpt from the story “Forest and Steppe,” which was included in a collection of stories called “Notes of a Hunter” (book show).On the board: table 1 portrait of Turgenev, table 2 inscription years of life 1818-1883
(Teacher reads):
Great master of landscape. His paintings are always true, you will always recognize our native, Russian nature in them.
V.G. Belinsky
U: – These words were said about the great Russian writer Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev ( turn the table over 1), who lived in the 19th century ( turn the table over. 2), who loved nature very much in all seasons.
U: – You will become more familiar with Turgenev’s works in secondary school.
Now listen to the recording.
HEARING.
Questions: 1 ) What feelings did you experience while listening to this recording?
Answers: – I was pleased to hear about the beauty of Russian nature.
– I admired the beauty of nature, its seasons.
- My soul becomes lighter.
U: – Well done! I also enjoyed listening to the description of Russian nature and the beauty of Russian speech.
Vocabulary work.
– You are already familiar with the passage. Did you understand everything in the text?D: Yes, I see.
T: – Open the textbook on p.91
U: - Then I have something for you questions. Please explain the meaning of the words:
Crimson – (crimson sun) – dark red
Verst–
(3 versts left) – 1.06 km
Lapwing
–
a small bird related to the sandpiper
It's nice to wander
–
nice, joyful
Mower
–
man who mows grass
Woodcock
–
bird
Scroll– rolled paper
Working with the text of a work: selective reading, division into semantic parts, drawing up a plan.
: – Now we are working with the text, we will:– draw up a picture plan and a plan with supporting words,
– read the text selectively,
– let’s remember what comparison and epithets are.
A: – This is a description of dawn, the beginning of the day.
U: – What do we call this part?
A: – Dawn.
U: – Prove with words from the text that you are right.
- ...Meanwhile, the dawn flares up; now golden stripes stretch across the sky...
- ...the pre-dawn wind blew...
- ...The sun is rising quickly; the sky is clear...
4)…The light just keeps pouring in…
5)…the crimson sun rises quietly.
: – Reading part 2.U: - Now imagine that you are artists. You need to draw pictures from the passage you read using words. What pictures will you draw?
Answers:…………
U: – You made...pictures. And I have 1 picture on the board for part 2. What do you think is depicted on it?
A: – Summer landscape!
U: – How can you title this part?
A: – Summer time.
MUSICAL PAUSE.
U: – Now we'll take a little rest. Sit comfortably, listen to music.
U: – Let's move on to part 3. Starts to read(Name)_________.
U: – What Turgenev described in this passage?
U: – That's right, forest.
U: – What should we title this part?
A: – Forest in autumn.
U: – What does the writer compare the birch tree to? Find it in the text.
A: – Birch is like a fairy-tale tree.
U: – Right. This is a comparison. Find more comparisons in this part.
The last golden leaves;
– imagination flies and flies like a bird;
– life unfolds like a scroll.
RESULT OF DRAFTING THE PLAN.
U: – Guys, you have made 2 types of plans on the board.
1. What did we use to create the plan?
A: – With the help of paintings.
U: – Right. This is a picture plan. In case 2 we used support words.
WORK IN A NOTEBOOK.
: – Now we work in printed notebooks. Open your notebooks on p. 32, let’s complete task No. 2.In this task we will meet with epithets - figurative artistic definition.
Read the paragraph. How are morning, birch, grove described? Underline the epithets.
INDEPENDENT WORK.
Examination.
U: – What words did you underline? Well done. Closing the notebooks.
4. COVER MODELING.
– Prepare clean leaves. Please model the cover for the work “Forest and Steppe”,(When ready, the models are hung on the board)
U: - Let's check.
/ If children find mistakes, sort them out. After parsing, remove from the board /
5. ASSESSMENTS.
You worked very well in class today. I especially want to note:
– for expressive reading – .... (F.I.)
– for active work in class and complete correct answers to questions……. (F.I.)
6. HOMEWORK.
T: Complete task No. 1, 3 in your notebook.
Annotation
“Rarely have two difficultly combined elements been combined to such an extent, in such complete balance: sympathy for humanity and artistic feeling,” F.I. admired “Notes of a Hunter.” Tyutchev. The series of essays “Notes of a Hunter” basically took shape over five years (1847-1852), but Turgenev continued to work on the book. To the twenty-two early essays, Turgenev added three more in the early 1870s. About two dozen more plots remained in sketches, plans and testimonies of contemporaries.
Naturalistic descriptions of the life of pre-reform Russia in “Notes of a Hunter” develop into reflections on the mysteries of the Russian soul. The peasant world grows into myth and opens up into nature, which turns out to be a necessary background for almost every story. Poetry and prose, light and shadows intertwine here in unique, whimsical images.
Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev
Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev
FOREST AND STEPPE
...And little by little it started back
To pull him: to the village, to the dark garden,
Where the linden trees are so huge and so shady,
And the lilies of the valley are so virginally fragrant,
Where are the round willows above the water?
A line of people leaned down from the dam,
Where a fat oak tree grows above a fat cornfield,
Where it smells like hemp and nettles...
There, there, in the wild fields,
Where the earth turns black like velvet,
Where is the rye, wherever you cast your eyes,
Flows quietly in soft waves.
And a heavy yellow ray falls
Because of the transparent, white, round clouds;
It's good there. . . . . . . . .
(From a poem dedicated to burning)
The reader may already be bored with my notes; I hasten to reassure him with a promise to limit myself to printed passages; but, parting with him, I cannot help but say a few words about hunting.
Hunting with a gun and a dog is beautiful in itself, fur sich, as they used to say in the old days; but suppose you were not born a hunter: you still love nature; you, therefore, cannot help but envy our brother... Listen.
Do you know, for example, what a pleasure it is to go out before dawn in the spring? You go out onto the porch... In the dark gray sky, stars are blinking here and there; a damp breeze occasionally comes in a light wave; the restrained, indistinct whisper of the night is heard; the trees make a faint noise, bathed in shadow. They put a carpet on the cart and put a box with a samovar at its feet. Those who are attached shudder, snort and step their feet smartly; A pair of white geese that have just woken up silently and slowly move across the road. Behind the fence, in the garden, the watchman is snoring peacefully; every sound seems to stand in frozen air, stands and does not pass. So you sat down; the horses started off at once, the cart rattled loudly... You are driving - you are driving past the church, down the mountain to the right, across the dam... The pond is barely starting to smoke. You are a little cold, you cover your face with the collar of your overcoat; you are dozing. The horses splash their feet noisily through the puddles; the coachman whistles. But now you’ve gone about four miles... The edge of the sky turns red; jackdaws wake up in the birch trees, awkwardly fly; sparrows chirp near the dark stacks. The air brightens, the road becomes clearer, the sky becomes clearer, the clouds turn white, the fields turn green. In the huts, splinters burn with red fire, and sleepy voices can be heard outside the gates. Meanwhile, the dawn flares up; now golden stripes stretch across the sky, steam swirls in the ravines; The larks sing loudly, the pre-dawn wind blows - and the crimson sun quietly rises. The light will just flow in like a stream; your heart will flutter like a bird. Fresh, fun, loving! You can see far all around. There's a village behind the grove; there is another one with a white church further away, there is a birch forest on the mountain; behind it is a swamp, where you are going... Lively, horses, lively! At a fast trot forward!.. Three versts left, no more. The sun is rising quickly; the sky is clear... The weather will be nice. The herd reached out from the village towards you. You climbed the mountain... What a view! The river meanders for ten miles, dimly blue through the fog; behind it are watery green meadows; beyond the meadows there are gentle hills; in the distance, lapwings hover screaming over the swamp; through the damp shine diffused in the air, the distance clearly appears... not like in the summer. How freely the chest breathes, how cheerfully the limbs move, how the whole person grows stronger, embraced by the fresh breath of spring!..
And a summer, July morning! Who, besides the hunter, has experienced how pleasant it is to wander through the bushes at dawn? The trace of your feet lies like a green line across the dewy, whitened grass. If you part the wet bush, you will be bombarded with the accumulated warm smell of the night; the whole air is filled with the fresh bitterness of wormwood, buckwheat honey and “porridge”; In the distance, an oak forest stands like a wall and shines and turns red and the sun; It’s still fresh, but you can already feel the heat coming. The head is languidly spinning from the excess of fragrances. There is no end to the bush... Here and there, in the distance, ripening rye turns yellow, and buckwheat turns red in narrow stripes. The cart creaked; A man makes his way at a step, puts his horse in the shade in advance... You greeted him, walked away - the sonorous clang of a scythe can be heard behind you. The sun is getting higher and higher. The grass dries quickly. It's already getting hot. An hour passes, then another... The sky darkens around the edges; The still air swells with a prickly heat.
Where can I get a drink here, brother? - you ask the mower.
And there, in the ravine, is a well.
Through dense hazel bushes, tangled with tenacious grass, you descend to the bottom of the ravine. Exactly: right under the cliff there is a source; the oak bush greedily spread its clawed branches over the water; large silvery bubbles, swaying, rise from the bottom covered with fine, velvety moss. You throw yourself on the ground, you are drunk, but you are too lazy to move. You are in the shade, you breathe the odorous dampness; you feel good, but opposite you the bushes heat up and seem to turn yellow in the sun. But what is it? The wind suddenly came and rushed by; the air trembled all around: was it thunder? You are coming out of the ravine... what is that lead stripe in the sky? Is the heat getting thicker? Is a cloud approaching?.. But lightning flashed faintly... Eh, yes, it’s a thunderstorm! The sun is still shining brightly all around: you can still hunt. But the cloud grows: its front edge stretches out like a sleeve, tilts like an arch. The grass, the bushes, everything suddenly went dark... Hurry! over there, it seems, you can see the hay barn... quickly!.. You ran, entered... How is the rain? what are lightning? Here and there, through the thatched roof, water dripped onto the fragrant hay... But then the sun began to shine again. The storm has passed; Are you getting off. My God, how cheerfully everything sparkles around, how fresh and liquid the air is, how it smells of strawberries and mushrooms!..
But then evening comes. The dawn burst into flames and engulfed half the sky. The sun is setting. The air nearby is somehow especially transparent, like glass; soft steam lies in the distance, warm in appearance; along with the dew, a scarlet shine falls onto the clearings, recently doused with streams of liquid gold; Long shadows ran from the trees, from the bushes, from the tall haystacks... The sun had set; the star has lit up and trembles in the fiery sea of sunset... Now it is turning pale; the sky turns blue; individual shadows disappear, the air fills with darkness. It's time to go home, to the village, to the hut where you spend the night. Throwing the gun over your shoulders, you walk quickly, despite your fatigue... Meanwhile, night comes; twenty steps away it’s no longer visible; the dogs barely turn white in the darkness. Over there, above the black bushes, the edge of the sky becomes vaguely clear... What is this? fire?.. No, it's the moon rising. And down below, to the right, the lights of the village are already flashing... Here is your hut at last. Through the window you see a table covered with a white tablecloth, a burning candle, dinner...
Otherwise, you’ll order a racing droshky and go into the forest to hunt hazel grouse. It's fun to make your way along the narrow path between two walls of tall rye. Ears of corn quietly hit you in the face, cornflowers cling to your legs, quails scream all around, the horse runs at a lazy trot. Here is the forest. Shadow and silence. Stately aspens babble high above you; the long, hanging branches of the birches barely move; a mighty oak tree stands like a fighter next to a beautiful linden tree. You are driving along a green path dotted with shadows; large yellow flies hang motionless in the golden air and suddenly fly away; midges curl in a column, lighter in the shade, darker in the sun; the birds howl peacefully. The golden voice of the robin sounds with innocent, chatty joy: it goes to the smell of lilies of the valley. Further, further, deeper into the forest... The forest becomes deaf... An inexplicable silence sinks into the soul; and everything around is so drowsy and quiet. But then the wind came, and the tops rustled like falling waves. Tall grasses grow here and there through last year's brown leaves; The mushrooms stand separately under their caps. The hare will suddenly jump out, the dog will rush after him with a ringing bark...
And how beautiful this same forest is in late autumn, when the woodcocks arrive! They do not stay in the middle of nowhere: you need to look for them along the edge of the forest. There is no wind, and there is no sun, no light, no shadow, no movement, no noise; an autumn smell, similar to the smell of wine, is diffused in the soft air; a thin fog stands in the distance over the yellow fields. Through the bare, brown branches of the trees the motionless sky peacefully whitens; Here and there the last golden leaves hang on the linden trees. The damp earth is elastic underfoot; the tall dry blades of grass do not move; long threads glisten on the pale grass. The chest breathes calmly, but a strange anxiety enters the soul. You walk along the edge of the forest, you look after the dog, and meanwhile your favorite images, your favorite faces, dead and alive, come to mind, long-dormant impressions suddenly awaken; the imagination soars and flutters like a bird, and everything moves so clearly and stands before the eyes. The heart will suddenly tremble and beat, passionately rush forward, then it will irrevocably drown in memories. All life unfolds easily and quickly like a scroll; A person owns all his past, all his feelings, his powers, his entire soul. And nothing around him bothers him - no sun, no wind, no noise...
And an autumn, clear, slightly cold, frosty day in the morning, when a birch tree, like a fairy-tale tree, all golden, is beautifully drawn in the pale blue sky, when the low sun no longer warms, but shines brighter than a summer one, a small aspen grove sparkles through and through, as if it is fun and easy for her to stand naked, the frost is still white at the bottom of the valleys, and the fresh wind gently stirs and drives away the fallen, warped leaves - when blue waves joyfully rush along the river, rhythmically lifting scattered geese and ducks; in the distance the mill knocks, half-hidden by willows, and, dappling the bright air, pigeons quickly circle above it...
Summer foggy days are also good, although hunters do not like them. On such days you cannot shoot: the bird, having fluttered out from under your feet, immediately disappears into the whitish darkness of the motionless fog. But how quiet, how inexpressibly quiet everything is around! Everything is awake and everything is silent. You pass by a tree...
Turgenev is known as the author of numerous landscape descriptions. Russian nature on the pages of his books comes to life before the reader’s mind’s eye. Turgenev writes: “...in nature itself there is nothing cunning and sophisticated, it never flaunts anything, does not flirt; in her very whims she is good-natured.” The origins of the writer's love for nature come from the place where the writer was born. His family nest in the Oryol region is Spasskoye-Lutovinovo. Landscape descriptions in “Notes of a Hunter” captivate many generations of readers.
Sensory space is the space of sensations. “There are... five nested sensory spaces: visual, auditory, olfactory, tactile and gustatory.” In accordance with this, we can distinguish sensory worlds directly related to the experience of life situations. “Within each sensory space, a certain fund of artifacts and stereotypes accumulates, a fund that allows you to own one or another sensory space. The fullness of being necessarily includes sensory fullness.”
Analysis of sensory spaces in Turgenev’s story “Forest and Steppe” from the series “Notes of a Hunter” allows us to feel the fusion of nature with the human soul. Character I.S. Turgenev lives every moment of his stay in nature with all the senses available to him, and here we completely agree with researcher K.S. Pigrov, who wrote: “The direct experience of the fullness of being is given not only and not so much rationally as emotionally... The emotional is the very content of life.” Since “the fullness of being necessarily includes everyday fullness,” I.S. Turgenev, setting out to convey happiness and fullness of life, could not ignore any of the sensations available to man, and tried to reflect everything that a person experiences alone with nature.
The work begins with a landscape lyric poem. The musicality of the lyrics allows us to immerse ourselves in the sonic sensory space of nature. The musicality of I.S.’s prose is well known. Turgenev. It is not for nothing that his novels contain classic works. His works are filled with more than just instrumental music; musicality is also inherent in his short prose, and lies in nature itself. The reader is immersed in the sound sensory space, because it means no less than a visual description of the landscape, and the master of words understands this.
There are so many sounds of nature, and very few people here, except perhaps the snoring of a watchman or a conversation. We hear the rustling of trees from the wind, the sounds of a thunderstorm, rain, the singing and chirping of birds, the snorting of horses... How magnificent nature is in Turgenev’s story, and how small a particle is man represented here! There are fewer and fewer such magnificent landscapes left in our time. And Turgenev’s story immerses us in a forgotten, but somehow familiar picture from childhood.
Most of all, the author likes the silence of the forest and the individual sounds that arise against its background: “But then the wind came, and the tops rustled like falling waves”; “The hare will suddenly jump out, the dog will rush after him with a ringing bark...” These sounds are reflected, an echo appears: “Every sound seems to stand in frozen air, stands and does not pass.” This is how the writer conveys the grandeur and spaciousness of the Russian national landscape.
Russian nature, like any other, is characterized by certain visual images. These are the plants that the author lists: linden, lilies of the valley, willows over the water, oak, nettle, rye, and this entire landscape is illuminated by the sun's rays. Such a landscape is unique to Russian nature and is an important component of the national picture of the world.
The basis of the visual space of the story is the color palette and light. The writer masterfully uses various shades, lighting, shading, evening and night lighting. Soviet writer I.A. Novikov called this organization of visual space “Turgenev’s chiaroscuro.”
The stunning harmony of light and shadow is conveyed by I.S. Turgenev: “the trees make a faint noise, bathed in shadow”; “the light will just flow like a stream”; “the sky is darkening at the edges; the air nearby is somehow especially transparent; individual shadows disappear, the air fills with darkness.”
The color palette is also very rich in shades, making possible an extreme breadth and versatility of color associations. The sensations and emotions evoked by a color are traditionally caused by an object or phenomenon that is constantly painted in that color. Such associations may be archetypal or innate. For example, light colors are a priori perceived by a person as light, and dark colors as heavy.
The predominant colors in the story by I.S. Turgenev are red, white, blue, yellow and green, as well as their many shades: scarlet, crimson, reddish, fiery; watery green; lead, pale blue, cornflower blue, brown, silver; golden yellow, golden, golden. The palette of the story is close to the color traditions of Russian icon painting. Yellow, or gold, in Russian iconography is a symbol of the Divine presence, heavenly light. White color symbolizes innocent purity, holiness, and the radiance of Divine glory. The color red can symbolize the martyrdom and humanity of Christ. Blue and light blue colors symbolize eternity, mystery, wisdom, depth. Green is the color of harmony and eternal life. Light colors predominate; there are practically no dark, “heavy” colors in the story.
Thus, the peculiarity of Turgenev’s palette lies in its airiness, “watercolor”, and lightness of colors. The writer is a master of halftones, subtle shades, and play of colors. He does not use sharp, defined colors, clear, rough lines.
If it is easy to find equivalents of visual and auditory images, then the space of smell, the space of touch are completely different worlds. It is difficult to find forms that can capture these sensations. “The sense of touch in all its existentially significant diversity, as far as I know, has not yet been cataloged at all... Artifacts in all these contact (or intermediate, like smell) sensory spaces are problematic.” Many writers and poets try to artistically comprehend and convey the world of smells, but not everyone succeeds. But I.S. Turgenev copes with this task with ease.
Turgenev's landscapes are lively and realistic, tangibly concrete. This is created thanks to the tactile and olfactory “saturation” of nature’s pictures. The artist of the word masterfully conveys the summer morning heat and night freshness, the spring wind and the frosty winter air felt by the character. We conditionally divided all tactile, tactile and emotional sensations into 4 groups: temperature, emotional, characterizing the mental and physical state.
Temperature sensations: “You’re a little cold,” “I feelthe heat is approaching”, “it has already become hot”, “the still air is filled with a prickly heat”, “the heat is thickening”, “how the air is fresh and liquid”; “soft steam, warm in appearance”, “frosty, sharp air”.
Emotional sensations: “your heart will flutter like a bird”; “fresh, fun, love!”; “What a pleasure it is to go out before dawn in the spring.”
Physical state and physical sensations: “How freely the chest breathes, how cheerfully the limbs move, how the whole person grows stronger, embraced by the fresh breath of spring!..”; “The chest breathes calmly.”
Mental condition: “you are dozing”, “laziness will stir", "a strange uneasiness comes over my soul."
The group of temperature sensations is the most widely represented. Turgenev describes the smallest changes in weather, be it heat, steam or air.
The story is imbued with a feeling of admiration for the beauty of Russian nature. It gives rise in a person not only a feeling of beauty, but also philosophical reflections about the grandeur of the universe: “you walk along the edge of the forest, look after the dog, and meanwhile your favorite images, favorite faces, dead and alive, come to mind, long-dormant impressions suddenly awaken ... All life unfolds easily and quickly, like a scroll; A person owns all his past, all his feelings, all his powers, all his soul.”
We completely agree with L.A. Krylova, who notes: “Everything earthly and living in its many manifestations, fragmented into separate smells, sounds, colors is an independent subject of the writer’s depiction, suggesting not only the inextricable unity of man and nature, but also the memory of the culture of the past.”
Not every modern person can experience merging with nature. And we can state that most of humanity is in a state of sensory hunger, that is, emotional hunger. Hence - acute dissatisfaction with life, the fatal disappearance of the feeling of the fullness of being. Immersing yourself in the world created by the writer, “you see not only the landscape of the soul of a Russian person, but the sensory inclusion of the existence of nature in the human world.” The Russian landscape can be understood by a person spiritually connected with culture and tradition.
Bibliography:
- Pigrov K.S. Philosophy in sensory spaces // Sounding philosophy. Collection of conference materials. – St. Petersburg, 2006. P.147-158.
- Krylova L.A. Sensory spaces of a Russian estate in the story by I.A. Bunin "Antonov apples". // Philological sciences / 1. Methods of teaching language and literature.
- Turgenev I.S. Complete collection of works and letters in thirty volumes. T. 3. M.: "Science", 1979.
When you get acquainted with Turgenev’s story Forest and Steppe, where the author mainly describes the beauty of nature, you understand that this chapter is most likely a short essay that allows readers to see the beauty of nature at different times of the year.
Turgenev Forest and steppe
The story Forest and Steppe begins with the author telling us how good it is to be a hunter, because they are one of those who can see nature from all its angles.
So, having gone hunting before dawn in the spring, you can see how the stars are still blinking in the sky, you can even hear the night whisper, feel the breeze. Everyone is still sleeping, and you are already in the cart where the samovar stands. You drive along the river, along the road and see how the sky begins to brighten, how everything begins to wake up. The sun is rising, the herd is walking, and you look from the mountain and see the most beautiful view. How freely you can breathe deeply.
And a summer day in July, which is also beautiful. How nice it is to wander around the bushes at dawn. There are so many fragrances and aromas around. You can hear wormwood and its bitterness, the aroma of buckwheat and porridge. There is no end to the bushes, and in the distance there is a forest. Although it is still early, you can already feel the approaching heat. So you heard a cart drive up with a man who had come to mow, and the sun kept getting higher and higher. It's getting hot and you want cold water. And then the source, which is at the bottom of the ravine, comes to the rescue. After drinking water, you don’t want to leave anywhere. I want to be in the shade and breathe in the dampness. But then the wind suddenly rose and you heard thunder. You can still hunt, but the cloud is growing and now it’s raining. You will hide in a barn and watch the rain and lightning. But everything has passed, and after leaving the barn, it is impossible to stop admiring the surrounding reality. Everything sparkles and shines in the sun, and the air is so beautiful after the rain.
Evening fell. And he's beautiful too. It is interesting to watch how the shadows fall, and when the sun sets, the stars light up, the shadows disappear, and the air fills with darkness. So it’s time to go home, where dinner is on the table and a warm bed awaits.
Or you can go to the forest, where you will hunt hazel grouse. But don’t forget to consider the beauty of the forest, its silence and shadows. The birds began to sing, and there stood an oak tree among the linden trees. You are eating along the path, and around you there are flies, midges, somewhere you can see a mushroom, you hear the aromas of lilies of the valley.
And how beautiful the forest is in the fall with its autumn smells and colors.
Foggy days, which most often occur in the summer, are also good, however, hunters do not really welcome such days, because they won’t be able to hunt, but how beautiful everything is around, everything is mesmerizing.
But you decided to go to the steppe, through the fields, from one village to another. Magpies fly, women go to the fields, and various pictures of nature unfold around.
And on a winter day it’s great to breathe in the frosty air and hunt hares. The snow is blinding with its sparkle and you can’t stop admiring the vaults of the sky.
And how beautiful the first days of spring are, when there is still snow, but thawed patches appear in places, and the larks begin to sing.
Forest and steppe Turgenev main characters
It’s hard to decide on the main characters in Turgenev’s Forest and Steppe, because, in fact, they are not here. Well, is it the narrator himself, who shares his emotions, his love for nature, and the heroes in the story are the forest and the steppe, which appear before us at different times of the year, at different times of the day.
MUNICIPAL EDUCATIONAL INSTITUTION
BALASHIKHA CITY DISTRICT
LYCEUM
Integrated lesson in 8th grade
(Russian language and literature).
The role of homogeneous members in literary texts.
I. S. Turgenev “Forest and steppe”.
Prepared
Egupova A.G.
Balashikha 2009
Target: 1.Solid the placement of punctuation marks for homogeneous members of the sentence.
2. Show the figurative role of homogeneous members in Turgenev’s story “Forest and Steppe.”
3. Develop the ability to see the beauty of nature.
Lesson equipment:1. Text of the work.
2. On the board on the sheets of paper there is an epigraph: “No matter how many more stories you write
And drams, you will not get ahead of your Iliad, your “Notes
Hunter": there are no mistakes there, you are simple, high, classic,
There lie the pearls of your muse.” (From a letter from I.A. Goncharov to I.S.
During the classes.
1. Introductory speech by the teacher.
In previous lessons we worked on placing punctuation marks with homogeneous members. Today our task is to determine the role of homogeneous members in literary texts. At home you read I. S. Turgenev’s story “Forest and Steppe” from the collection “Notes of a Hunter.”
Remember which stories from this collection we already discussed in grades 6, 7, 8 and what literary problems we highlighted?
(“Bezhin Meadow”, “Biryuk”, “Singers”, “Khor and Kalinich”. Problems: Russian national character, means of characterizing the hero in stories.)
A little about the work in the context of the writer’s work. "Notes of a Hunter"
They were a transition from the initial period of Turgenev’s creativity, during which he created many poems , to a new stage, to a realistic prose . Turgenev, who set himself new creative tasks, turned to a new genre - stories - to implement them. essays , which are characteristic of writers of the “natural school”.
11. Explanatory dictation.(Punctuation marks in a simple sentence, complicated
Application with the conjunction AS, A separate definition expressed by the participle
Turnover, homogeneous members, homogeneous members with a generalizing word, a dash between
Subject and predicate, in a complex sentence).
Turgenev entered Russian literature ()as the author of “Notes of a Hunter.” Everything (,) that happens in the world of people (,) in society (:) wars and revolutions (,) reforms and disputes about the future (–) all this is transitory. Nature is eternal (,) and (,) when a person is left alone with it (,) he feels its formidable (,) inexorable (,) beautiful and blind power. A hunter (–) is a person (,) standing between the human world and the natural world.
111. Work on the artistic and syntactic means of passages.
1. Primary perception of the text. Description of the steppe by I. Turgenev (“Forest and Steppe”). Reading by heart (homework).
Further, further!.. Let's go to the steppe places. If you look from the mountain - what a view! Round, low hills, plowed and sown to the top, scatter in wide waves; ravines overgrown with bushes meander between them; small groves are scattered on oblong islands; Narrow paths run from village to village... But further, further you go. The hills are getting smaller and smaller, there is almost no tree to be seen. Here it is at last - the boundless, vast steppe!..
2. Analysis of the passage (individual homework).
– I. Turgenev’s book “Notes of a Hunter” ends with the essay “Forest and Steppe”. These are pictures of nature at different times of the year: spring, summer, autumn.
The steppe landscape seems realistic and concrete in Turgenev: hills, ravines, small groves, narrow paths. This realism may be achieved by the fact that the reader, together with the writer, tangibly sees and feels the steppe. In this passage I feel like a hunter’s companion, Turgenev writes:As you drive, you will look from the mountain.That is why there are almost no tropes in the text. After all, Turgenev is us. And sometimes it only seems to us thatthe hills scatter, the ravines wind, the groves are scattered, the paths run(personification). He compares the hills to rolling waves. I came across a similar comparison in the description of the steppe in Gogol’s story “Taras Bulba”. This is probably how writers convey the vastness, the immensity of the steppe.
The Turgenev steppe is full of movement. The text has a special syntax: long, non-union sentences, as long and monotonous as the road itself in the steppe. Hence the repetitions: further, further... and again into the steppe further and further,
the hills are getting smaller and smaller.
When Turgenev looks at the steppe, he is delighted:what a view!; boundless, boundless steppe!
3. Primary perception of the text. Description of the forest in late autumn. Reading by heart (individual homework).
And how beautiful this same forest is in late autumn, when the woodcocks arrive! They do not stay in the middle of nowhere: you need to look for them along the edge of the forest. There is no wind, and there is no sun, no light, no shadow, no movement, no noise; an autumn smell, similar to the smell of wine, is diffused in the soft air; a thin fog stands in the distance over the yellow meadows. Through the bare brown branches of the trees the motionless sky peacefully whitens; Here and there the last golden leaves hang on the linden trees. The damp earth is elastic underfoot; the tall dry blades of grass do not move; long threads glisten on the pale grass. The chest breathes calmly, but a strange anxiety enters the soul. You walk along the edge of the forest, you look after the dog, and meanwhile your favorite images, your favorite faces, dead and alive, come to mind, long-dormant impressions suddenly awaken; the imagination soars and flutters like a bird, and everything moves so clearly and stands before the eyes. The heart will suddenly tremble and beat, passionately rush forward, then it will irrevocably drown in memories. All life unfolds easily and quickly, like a scroll; A person owns all his past, all his feelings, his powers, his entire soul. And nothing around him bothers him - no sun, no wind, no noise...
4. Work on artistic and syntactic means.
When is the forest especially good in late autumn?
When the woodcocks arrive.
What was unusual that day in the forest?
There was dead silence.
How did we guess about this, using what words?
There is no wind, no sun, no light.
Write the sentence in your notebook:There is no wind, and there is no sun, no light, no shadow, no movement, no noise.Sort out the sentences by members.
What did you notice?
A sentence with homogeneous secondary members.
Why do you think Turgenev needed so many homogeneous members?
To show dead silence.
Indeed, such an enumeration allows the author to figuratively paint a picture of the soundlessness of the forest. Silence... There are no sounds in the forest. Does the writer smell anything?
Autumn smell.
What is he comparing it to?
With the smell of wine.
How do you understand the expression: “The smell of autumn is in the air”?
The smell can be felt everywhere, not in one place.
What else does Turgenev describe?
Brown tree branches through which the motionless sky shines white. Linden trees on which hang the last golden leaves. Damp earth, pale grass.
Everything speaks of late autumn. However, this autumn appears before us in such a way that it seems to us as if it is an early, fine autumn. Look what the sky is like?
- “The motionless sky is peacefully white.”
What leaves?
Gold.
What land?
Damp earth, but it is elastic, and not a “dirty puddle”.
Pay attention to the offer:Long threads glisten on the pale grass.What does this sight look like?
On the web that flies during Indian summer.
So, the whole description of the forest resembles early autumn. However, by what words do we guess that autumn is still late?
Bare tree branches, damp earth, pale grass, the last leaves.
Is the description of the forest only in the passage?
The description also talks about the yellow fields that the author sees next to the forest, walking along the edge.
5. Word drawing.
Read the description of the forest again to yourself and try to imagine the picture as the writer saw it. Describe in words.
1. What will be drawn? ( content ).
2. How will we arrange the objects in the picture: what is in the foreground, what is in the distance, what is on the right, what is on the left, what will be depicted in the center, where we will depict the author with a dog? ( composition).
3. What paints do we use for the painting? (color scheme).
6. Revealing reader perception.
Do you think the author himself likes this forest?
Yes.
How did you guess?
He's writing: The chest breathes calmly.
What especially attracts a writer to the forest?
Special peace and quiet.
What happens in Turgenev's soul when he walks along the edge of the forest?
He remembers his past, his heart trembles and beats - because his favorite faces, dead and alive, come to mind.
Why do you think Turgenev suddenly manages to remember his past?
Nothing bothers him, at such moments he wants to be a little sad about the past years, about what he has experienced.
Indeed, guys, nature, its state of peace find a spiritual response in Turgenev. It is in such extraordinary silence that you want to remember pleasant things, imagine something. Have you ever been in such an environment? How did you feel? What were you thinking about?
Children's statements.
What figurative expressions does Turgenev use in the second part of the passage?
- “The impression awakens, the imagination soars and flutters like a bird. The heart will rush forward, then drown in memories.”
What does the writer compare life to at these moments?
With a scroll.
Why?
Life is long: it has a past, present and future. It looks like a scroll, but if you start to remember something, you need to unroll it like a scroll.
What mood does it create for you when you read this passage?
A slightly sad mood. Calm mood.
7. Work on expressive reading of the passage.
Why is the first sentence exclamatory?
Where do we begin to increase the tempo and volume?
From the words “You are walking along the edge of the forest...”.
Where will we slow down again?
On the last sentence.
Prepare for expressive reading.
Children complete the task.
What did we read the text about?
About the forest on a calm, fine day in late autumn.
8. Determining the text type.
What is the type of text?
Description with narrative elements.
Prove your point.
Children prove it.
Determine the main idea of the text.
Nature influences a person's state of mind.
9. Conclusion. Yes, guys, solitude with nature is a special state. A person who happens to be alone with nature, to feel its beauty and strength, begins in these moments to reflect on many things, to think about his actions, about his attitude towards loved ones and towards himself. Such moments of communication between a person and nature make him spiritually richer, purer, wiser. Nature is a great force that controls everything, including man with his soul and heart.
1V. Checking homework. Read sentences with homogeneous members.
We have already defined the role of homogeneous secondary members in the third sentence. Find more sentences with homogeneous members in the text. (Children read the seventh, eighth, ninth and tenth sentences).
How are the homogeneous members of the sentence expressed in each case?
Homogeneous predicates:you go and look; flutters and rushes; moves and stands; will tremble and thrash, rush forward, drown; homogeneous subjects: images, faces ; homogeneous minor members:dead and alive; easy and fast; with all that has passed, with all the feelings, with all the strength, with all the soul; no sun, wind, noise.
Let's remember why we need sentences with homogeneous members?
To make our speech more concise and clear.
Why do you think Turgenev used the adjective twice? favorites in the sentence: “...favorite images, favorite faces, dead and alive, come to mind”?
By repeating the adjective, he wanted to strengthen the feeling of love for these persons, to emphasize how much they are loved.
You see, in some cases you can repeat the same words twice! Pay attention to the repetition of homogeneous terms at the beginning of the text and at the end. Why do you think the author did this?
Conclusion. So, the role of homogeneous members of the sentence in the text is obvious. Homogeneous predicates help to vividly and figuratively paint a picture of what is happening; homogeneous subjects help to imagine the objects in question; homogeneous minor terms help make the description more accurate. Every detail of nature is dear to Turgenev as another touch of a beautiful, vast, monumental picture.
V. Compilation of the text “Beauty in native nature and in the human soul.” The task is to use homogeneous members.
V1. Reading texts.
V11. Reading a cultural pattern.
In the story “Forest and Steppe,” Turgenev’s deep and tender love for nature and his penetrating observation are clearly visible. The abundance and brightness of the emotional epithets, comparisons, metaphors, and exclamatory sentences used by the narrator convey his enthusiastic attitude towards nature. He wants to captivate the reader, which is what constant appeals and appeals are aimed at awakening the reader’s imagination and feelings, making him feel the author’s experiences.
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