Review of S. Mikhalkov's poem “Thomas. Composition based on the works of S. Mikhalkov Tolya sang, Boris was silent

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The works of Sergei Mikhalkov are familiar and loved by every child from early childhood. Many generations have grown up on the famous works of Sergei Vladimirovich Mikhalkov. Almost all children's works by Sergei Mikhalkov, starting from the 30s of the XX century, are included in the programs of school and preschool education, in books for reading, primers and anthologies. Children with great pleasure have memorized his poems and songs for more than a dozen years. Probably the secret is that Mikhalkov wrote his works in such a way that they became understandable to children both in content and in form. Plus, the stories turned out to be not only exciting and interesting, but also very instructive. Well, the immortal "Uncle Stepa" has long been perceived not as a character in a poem, but as an old friend of all children and adults. He firmly merged with the personality of Mikhalkov himself and is, perhaps, his main character.

Mikhalkov's poems, funny and sublime, deeply humane and truly childish, entered our everyday life, became a part of the life of our country and our people. In his poems Mikhalkov teaches us to distinguish between "good" and "bad", good and evil. And we, rejecting any teachings that adults try to "impose" on us, accept Mikhalkov's good advice willingly and with joy.

I think that Mikhalkov does not make us laugh on purpose, but on the contrary, his story is serious, exciting, but we smile and laugh. This is especially noticeable in the poems "About mimosa". "Thomas", "If", "Trezor", "Thirty six and five", "Vaccination", and in the same "Uncle Step", who, by the way, is not very comfortable with his height: in the movies he is asked sit on the floor, and in the shooting range he has to bend over. Uncle Stepa also acts as a hero, and in a comical situation: raising his hand, he acts as a semaphore, preventing a catastrophe. And after the war, Uncle Styopa works as a policeman - a noble profession. Why is Uncle Stepa so loved? Not for your gigantic growth, but for kindness, courage and help to all who need it. Uncle Styopa is a real role model. He is honest, kind, brave, courageous.

All of Mikhalkov's children's poems are extremely simple and understandable. However, behind the outward simplicity one can see the greatest talent, life experience, hard work. From the first day of the Great Patriotic War, Mikhalkov worked as a military journalist - he knew firsthand what war was. He saw all her horrors with his own eyes. His children's poetry, kind, open, sunny, is a call for peace in the world, for friendship between nations, protection of human rights and, in particular, of a child for a happy life without war and other disasters.

Sergei Mikhalkov is also known as a translator. Being an excellent master of verse, he perfectly coped with the task of conveying to young Russian readers the work of the Pole Julian Tuwim and the Bulgarian Asen Bosev. Mikhalkov also translated poets from the republics of the former USSR. Mikhalkov's translations preserve the spirit of the original, while remaining independent works of art. It is curious that the famous English fairy tale about three pigs, which he retold in the 30s, which gained immense popularity with us, was published in 1968 in an English translation with the authorship of S. Mikhalkov.

S. Mikhalkov's work has long been known throughout the world, translated into many languages. He has been awarded many orders and awards, domestic and foreign, but the main award is nationwide recognition, which he earned thanks to his talent and love for people.

The main character is a very distrustful and stubborn schoolboy. He does not trust anyone and always acts contrary to what others tell him. His distrust and stubbornness go beyond all boundaries. Thomas is told that the weather is damp and advised to put on galoshes. He does not believe in this and stubbornly stomps through the puddles without galoshes.

When it's winter and frost outside, Thomas stubbornly refuses to believe it and goes out for a walk light. On the excursion, he is shown an elephant, but the stubborn stubborn refuses to see the obvious and declares that it is not an elephant at all.

Thomas retains his stubbornness and mistrust even in his sleep. One day he dreamed that he and other schoolchildren were in Africa. Seeing the river in a dream, Thomas went for a swim. The guys tried to warn the stubborn about the danger - evil crocodiles are found in African rivers. But Thomas didn’t believe anyone even in a dream and was eaten by an alligator. And even when he woke up from a nightmare, he stubbornly insisted, contrary to all logic, that it was not a dream.

This is the summary of the poem.

The main meaning of S. Mikhalkov's poem "Foma" is that, as they say, "donkey" stubbornness and distrust do not benefit a person. And if these character traits take extreme forms, then they are simply harmful. Moreover, the author emphasizes precisely the extreme in the behavior of the protagonist. If Thomas were, on the contrary, excessively trusting and obedient, this would not have done him any good either. The truth, as you know, is always somewhere in between. In a person's life, it is very important to find that golden mean in behavior, which usually leads to the desired result and success.

In the poem, I liked the characters who warned Thomas about the dangers. In our life, there are often caring people who will never pass by a person who is in danger of any danger or trouble. And I would like to advise characters like Thomas to abandon extreme manifestations of stubbornness and distrust and learn, at least a little, to trust the people around them.

What proverbs fit the poem "Thomas"?

Stubborn as a donkey.
You put him on the shore, and he - into the water.
Don't be stubborn, but be direct.
"Donkey" stubbornness does not lead to good.

Sergey Mikhalkov

About mimosa

Who is covered in bed

Blankets on cotton wool?

Who lies on three pillows

In front of the food table

And, dressing barely,

Without making your bed

Gently washes her cheeks

Boiled water?

That's right, the decrepit grandfather

One hundred and fourteen years old?

Who, filling his mouth with cake,

He says: - And where is the compote?

Give something

Submit it,

Do the opposite!

That's right, disabled

Who is this?

Why

They drag boots to him,

Fur mittens,

So that he can warm his hands,

So that he could not catch a cold

And die of the flu

If the sun shines from the sky

If there was no snow for six months?

Maybe he's going to the pole,

Where do bears live in the ice?

Take a good look -

It's just a boy Vitya,

Mamin Vitya,

Daddy Vitya

From apartment number six.

It is he who lies in bed

With blankets on cotton wool

Except buns and cakes

Doesn't want to eat anything.

Why?

Therefore,

That only he will open his eyes -

They put a thermometer on him

Shoes,

Dress

And always, at any hour,

What he asks, they carry.

If the dream is sweet in the morning -

He's in bed all day.

If the sky is in the clouds -

He's in galoshes all day.

Why?

Therefore,

That everything is forgiven him

And he lives in a new house,

Not ready for anything.

Not to become a pilot

Be a brave sailor

To lie behind a machine gun

Drive a truck.

He grows afraid of frost

Dad and mom are in sight,

Like a mimosa plant

In the botanical garden.

Thomas

In one alley

We stood at home.

In one of the houses

There lived a stubborn Thomas.
Not at home, not at school

Nowhere, to anyone -

Stubborn Thomas

Nothing.
There is slush in the streets

And the rain

Put on your galoshes, -

They tell him.
- Not true, -

Thomas does not believe, -

It's a lie... -

And right through the puddles

Comes without galoshes.
Frost

The guys are putting on skates.

Passers-by raised their collars.

Thomas say:

Winter came. -

In panties

Thomas comes out for a walk.
Goes to the zoo

With an excursion he

Look, they say to him,

This is an elephant. -

And again Thomas does not believe:

It's a lie.

This whole elephant

Doesn't look like an elephant.

once

The stubborn dream had a dream

As if

He walks across Africa.

The African sun is baking

A river called the Congo

It flows.
Comes to the river

Pioneer detachment.

Fome's guys

By the river they say:

You can't swim:

Alligators darkness.

Not true! -

Friends answer

Thomas.
Panties and shirt

Lie in the sand.

The stubborn swims

Along the dangerous river.
Close

Alligator's mouth of prey.

Save yourself, unfortunate one

You can be lost!

But audible

Guys

Familiar answer:

Please do not teach

I'm eleven years old!
Already a crocodile

At Thomas behind his back.

Already a crocodile

Choked on Thomas:

From the mouth of the beast

The head sticks out.

To the shore

The wind carries the words:

Wrong ... -

I don't ve ... -

Alligator sighed

I dived into the green water.

Panties and shirt

Lie in the sand.

Nobody floats

Along the dangerous river.

Thomas woke up

Will understand nothing ...

Panties and shirt

She takes it from the chair.
Thomas is surprised

Thomas is outraged:

It is not true, comrades,

It's not a dream!

Guys,

Find such Thomas

And these verses

Read it to him.

Puppy I knocked off my feet today - My puppy is missing. I called him for two hours I was waiting for him for two hours I didn’t sit down for lessons And I couldn’t dine. This morning Very early The puppy jumped off the couch, I began to walk around the rooms, Jump, bark, wake everyone up. He saw a blanket - There was nothing to cover. He looked into the closet - I turned the jug with honey. He tore up poems from dad, I fell to the floor from the stairs I got into the glue with my front paw, I barely got out And disappeared ... Maybe it was stolen They took me away on a rope A new name was given, Guard the house Forced? Maybe he's in a dense forest Under the bush sits prickly Lost, looking for a home Wet, poor, in the rain?

I didn't know what to do.

Mother said:

Wait

I grieved for two hours

I did not take books by my hand,

Didn't draw anything

I sat and waited.

Some kind of scary beast

Opens the door with his paw

Jumps over the threshold ...

Who is this?

My puppy.

What happened,

If immediately

Didn't I recognize the puppy?

The nose is swollen, the eyes are not visible

The cheek is twisted

And digging like a needle

A bee buzzes on the tail.

Mother said: - Close the door!

A swarm of bees is flying towards us. -

All wrapped up

In bed

My puppy lies in a layer

And wags just barely

Bandaged tail.

I don't run to the doctor -

I treat him myself.

Kittens

(Reader)

You guys listen

I want to tell you:

We have kittens -

There are exactly five of them.

We decided, we wondered:

How do we call kittens?

Finally, we named them:

One two three four five.

Once - the kitten is the whitest,

Two - the kitten is the bravest

Three - the kitten is the smartest

And Four is the noisiest.

Five is like Three and Two -

The same tail and head

The same spot on the back

He also sleeps all day in a basket.

We have good kittens -

One two three four five!

Come to us guys

Rams

On a steep mountain path

A black lamb was walking home

And on the bridge as a hunchback

Met a white brother.
And the white lamb said:

"Brother, here's the deal:

You can't go here together -

You're standing in my way. "

The black brother replied: "Me-e,

Are you in your way, ram, mind?

Let my feet dry

I won't get out of your way! "

Shook one with his horns,

I put my other feet on ...

No matter how you twist it,

And together you can not pass.

The sun is baking from above

And below the river flows. In this river early in the morning Two rams drowned.

Graft

Get vaccinated! First grade!

Have you heard? It's us! .. -

I'm not afraid of vaccinations:

If necessary, I will inject!

Well, think about it, an injection!

They pricked and - went ...
It's only a coward who is afraid

Go to the doctor for an injection.

Personally, at the sight of a syringe

I smile and joke.

I am one of the first to enter

To the medical office.

I have nerves of steel

Or no nerves at all!

If only who would know

What football tickets

I would gladly trade

For an additional injection! ..

- Get vaccinated! First grade!

Have you heard? It's us! .. -

Why did I stand against the wall?

My knees are trembling ...

How the old man sold a cow

(Russian fairy tale)

The old man sold a cow in the market,

Although many needed a cow,

But, apparently, people did not like her.
- Master, will you sell us your cow?

Selling. I've been standing with her in the market since morning!

- Aren't you asking a lot, old man, for her?

Where to profit from! Get yours back!

- Your cow is too thin!

Sick, damn. It's a disaster!

- Does the cow give a lot of milk?

We haven't seen milk yet ...

The old man traded at the bazaar all day,

Nobody gave a price for a cow.

One boy took pity on the old man:

Daddy, your hand is not easy!

I will stand by your cow,

Perhaps we will sell your cattle.

There is a buyer with a tight wallet,

And now he is bargaining with the boy;

Will you sell the cow?

Buy if you are rich.

Cow, look, not a cow, but a treasure!
- Is it so! Looks too thin!

Not very fat, but good milk yield.

Does a cow give a lot of milk?

If you don't milk it in a day, your hand will get tired.

The old man looked at his cow:

Why am I, Burenka, selling you?

I won't sell my cow to anyone -

You need such a beast yourself!

Mikhalkov Sergey Vladimirovich

Mikhalkov Sergey Vladimirovich (b. 1913), poet, playwright.

Born on February 27 (March 12 NS) in Moscow in the family of an employee, "one of the founders of the Soviet industrial poultry industry."

The father instilled in his son a love of Russian literature, introduced him to the poems of Mayakovsky, Bedny, Yesenin, the influence of poetry which influenced the children's and youthful poetic experiences of young Mikhalkov.

He spent his school years in Pyatigorsk, graduating from high school in 1930.

Mikhalkov's first poem "The Road" was published in the magazine "On the Rise" (Rostov-on-Don) in 1928. In the same year he was enrolled in the authorship of the Terek Association of Proletarian Writers (TAPP), and his poems were often published on the pages of the Pyatigorsk newspaper "Terek".

In 1930 he moved to Moscow and for three years worked as a laborer at the Moskvoretskaya weaving and finishing factory. He took part in a geological exploration expedition to East Kazakhstan and the Volga. Mikhalkov's poems were increasingly published in the capital's press, broadcast on the radio. Since 1933 it became possible to live only on literary earnings. Mikhalkov belonged to the association of young writers at the Ogonyok magazine.

In 1935 - 1937 he studied at the Literary Institute. M. Gorky.

Mikhalkov (1936). Acquaintance, friendly criticism, and then creative friendship with the writers Fadeev, Marshak and Chukovsky finally determined the literary fate of Mikhalkov.

In 1939, he was drafted into the ranks of the Red Army and participated in the liberation of Western Ukraine, first trying his hand at the front press as a war correspondent, as which he worked for the entire period of the Patriotic War.

Continuing to work in the army press, he did not forget his little reader either: he wrote poems for kids and schoolchildren: "Bylum for Children", "Pioneer Parcel", "Map", "Mother", etc.

One of the oldest masters of Russian literature A. Tolstoy gave Mikhalkov the idea to turn to a fable, and the very first fables he wrote were approved by Tolstoy. The newspaper "Pravda" published "Fox and Beaver". Then there were "Hare in Hop", "Two Friends", "Current Repair" and many others (Mikhalkov wrote about two hundred fables).

He wrote plays for children's theaters: "A Special Assignment" (1945), "Red Tie" (1946), "I Want to Home" (1949), "Sombrero" (1957), etc. and plays for adults. He is the author of a number of scenarios, both fictional and animated.

In collaboration with the military journalist G.A.Ureklyan (who wrote under the pseudonym G. El-Registan), in 1943 he created the text of the new Anthem of the USSR (2nd edition 1977, 3rd 2000).

Since 1962 Mikhalkov has been organizer and editor-in-chief of the satirical newsreel "Fitil".

S. Mikhalkov lives and works in Moscow.

"About mimosa"

2nd grade

Compiled by :

Mizgireva Natalia Nikolaevna

primary school teacher of the MAOU "Secondary School No. 43", Syktyvkar.

Sergei Mikhalkov reads his "Uncle Stepa" to his son Andrey

A classic of Russian literature, poet, fabulist. In Russia, he is known to everyone, young and old, the whole country stood up and stands up to his hymns.

It never happened in any country in the world that the words of the three sovereign hymns ( 1943, 1970, 2001 .) was written by the same person who received this right on a competitive basis: a phenomenon worthy to take an honorable place in the Guinness Book of Records.

Sergei Vladimirovich Mikhalkov was born on March 13, 1913 in Moscow.
Mikhalkov spent his school years in Pyatigorsk. He graduated from high school in 1930, but two years earlier his first poem, The Road, was published.

During the Great Patriotic War, Mikhalkov was in the ranks of the Red Army, worked in the army press.
Famous lines on the granite slab of the Eternal Flame near the Kremlin wall: "Your name is unknown, your feat is immortal" , - also belongs to Mikhalkov.
After the Great Patriotic War Mikhalkov continued his literary career.

Literary activity of S. V. Mikhalkov

Poet
Writer
Fabulist
Playwright
Translator
Screenwriter
Journalist
The author of the anthem of Russia

Sergey Vladimirovich says: "I try to work in different genres: I write poems, plays, scripts for adults and children, songs, satire, articles, notes. ... I believe that working in different genres mutually enriches them."

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