Yakovlev "Knight Vasya". Extracurricular reading lesson based on the story by Yu. Yakovlev “Knight Vasya” The noble heart of a knight beat in his chest
Lesson objectives:
- educational: introduce the story “Knight Vasya” by Yu. Yakovlev; following the author, rereading the most striking pages of the story, help students understand the author’s position on the question of the meaning of life on earth, his view of who can be called a spiritually rich personality, a knight of our time; give the concepts of “hero” and “anti-hero”, introduce elements of comparative analysis;
- educational: on specific example to educate a spiritually rich personality; "knight" of our time;
- developing: develop the ability to express your thoughts correctly, beautifully and logically.
Lesson equipment: An exhibition of books by Yu. Yakovlev, a portrait of the writer, a picture of a knight, an illustration for the story “Knight Vasya”, statements by famous philosophers and writers.
Board design:
| 1. It is not necessary to decorate one’s appearance, but to be beautiful in spiritual endeavors. Thales 2. In all cases, it is better to hope than to despair. 3. By trying for the happiness of others, we find our own. |
Yuri Yakovlevich Yakovlev (1922-1996)  "Knight Vasya"  And the noble heart of a knight beat in his chest. Yu. Yakovlev |
4. With the beauty of the body, you involuntarily believe in the beauty of the soul. With the beauty of the soul, you do not notice physical imperfections. I. Shevelev 5. Goodness, beauty, love... crown the path of each of us, if we walked correctly. 6. And the noble heart of a knight beat in his chest. |
During the classes
I. Introduction.
Teacher reads a poem
Sometime in the Middle Ages
Knights lived everywhere.
And their life was not easy
In iron ammunition.
The knights were proud of themselves,
With swords and armor.
Knights played with fate
And they went to tournaments.
But half a thousand years ago
They were no longer in the world.
But that's just what they say -
I don't agree with this.
– Such concepts as “knight”, “knightly deed” have disappeared from our days Everyday life. Therefore, we often hear the reproach from our ladies addressed to men: “Where is your chivalry?” It is clear that those asking this question are still under the impression of the novels they read in childhood: “Don Quixote” by Cervantes, “Ivanhoe” by W. Scott, “The Three Musketeers” by Dumas.
– How many of you know who were called knights in the past? (you can use the brainstorming method: your associations associated with the word “knight”)
(written on the board, or revealed on pre-written tablets, or given to each group)
– You have been given cards with words related to the word “knight”. Your task, using these words, is to compose a story about a knight.
– In the Middle Ages, knights were called brave, courageous warriors who wore heavy armor and were armed with a spear and sword. To become a knight, you had to undergo special training. At the age of seven, boys were sent to study with experienced warriors. They taught them to ride horses, shoot a bow, throw a spear, and wield a sword. In addition to military sciences, boys were taught to hold given word, to be polite, to help a friend out of trouble, to stand up for the weak and offended, to treat a woman nobly and sublimely.
Who is this knight? Let's read the reference from the dictionary. (student reads)
Knight is a German word, Ritter, i.e. horseman, selfless, noble person, in the Middle Ages - a feudal lord, a heavily armed equestrian warrior. He received a special knightly education and participated in tournaments. (pay attention to the picture with the image of a knight)
– What kind of person do we call a knight these days? (Nowadays, a knight is a person who is ready to perform a feat in the name of another person, who knows how to keep his word, be polite, benevolent, and stand up for the younger, weaker. A knight is ready at any moment to rush to the aid of others, and a noble heart beats in his chest. )
II. Acquaintance with the story by Yu. Yakovlev “Knight Vasya”.
Yuri Yakovlev, his portrait on the board, has a story called “Knight Vasya.”
– Nothing surprised you in the title of the story, did anything seem unusual or strange? (knight's name)
– What names did the knights have? (Richard, Ivanhoe, Roland, etc.)
– Can you already determine from the title of the story what time the story will be about? Will we see knightly tournaments, during which competitions in military skill were held?
– Please listen to the story. (teacher reading the story)
III. Conversation based on the story.
“And in his chest beat the noble heart of a knight.”
– Let's determine what knighthood is hidden in Vasya. To do this, we will conduct a study, during which, I think, we will find the answer to the question.
- Let us prove with quotes whether Vasya was a knight? And if he was, then we will answer what his knighthood consisted of. You have pieces of paper with quotes on your tables; you must select the ones you need and read them out.
– What did Vasya look like?
- “... a tight-fitting jacket, trousers tightly fitted his legs... everyone believed that the reason for his obesity was gluttony... instead of a beautiful knight, a baggy boy with a round, thick face appeared again, on which three tubercles were red.”
– What else can you say about him?
“His friends called him a mattress. For his slowness, clumsiness and awkwardness. If they wrote in class test, then he always didn’t have enough time - he only swayed towards the end of the lesson. If he drank tea, a large tea puddle would form on the table around his saucer. He walked with a waddle and always touched the edge of the table or knocked over a chair. And in a week I wore out new boots as if I were crossing the Alps together with Suvorov. He looked sleepy, as if he had just woken up or was about to fall asleep. Everything was falling out of his hands, everything was not going well. In a word, a mattress."
“He dreamed of exploits, but his life was monotonous and everyday.”
“He trudged to the blackboard, touching the desks with his foot, and squeezed the chalk in his fingers for a long time, as if he wanted to squeeze something out of it. While solving the problem, he snorted as if in his hand he had not a chalk, but a heavy stone that was endlessly lowered and raised. He thought... slowly and hard..."
“In physical education classes he was the subject of general ridicule. When he was asked to walk along the boom, the guys already started giggling in advance. He took several difficult steps, then suddenly lost his balance, helplessly clutched at the air with his hands, and finally jumped to the floor with a crash. He also could not jump over the horse. He was stuck on the black leather back and sat for a while like a horseman in the saddle. The guys laughed, and he awkwardly slid on his stomach to the floor and went into formation.”
“He was unlucky in literally everything.”
“He is used to the fate of a loser. Usually losers are angry with others, but he was angry with himself. He promised himself to change and start new life. I tried to move faster, speak almost in a shout, and keep up with the guys in everything. But nothing good came of this. At home, cups flew off the table, ink spilled in class, and sudden movements caused his jacket to burst somewhere under his arm.”
– Does the portrait of a knight appear before us? (no, why?
– Where and when did Vasya feel good? (in the museum, in dreams)
– What did Vasya expect from those around him? (support)
– And I heard addressed to myself:
- “Mom shouted: “Careful! An elephant in a porcelain shop!
- “Hearing about the armor, my friend made a face and said: “No armor will fit on such a fat man.”
- “The guys were laughing...”
- “... the teacher’s patience was running out, and she sent him to his place”
- “In physical education classes he was the subject of general ridicule. When he was asked to walk along the boom, the guys already started giggling in advance...”
- "The audience laughed..."
– What should those around you have done?
– Outwardly, Vasya doesn’t look like a knight at all. And what action allows us to judge him as a knight? (baby rescue)
– Let’s use words from the text to confirm Vasya’s dedication and courage.
- “Another person would have immediately asked Dimka Kovalev himself: “Why don’t you help him?” But he was a softie and didn’t think to do this. He looked at the frozen river and noticed a small first-grader who was waist-deep in the water and was only clinging to the edge of the ice with his hands.
The mattress was thicker and heavier than Dimka, but he stepped onto the ice. The ice bent slightly, but did not crack. It was probably stronger near the shore.”
“And the mattress walked on the ice. He didn't hear any screams. He saw only a deathly frightened baby who could not utter a word.
A puddle formed on the ice near the hole. He reached the edge and, without thinking, put one foot forward. The boot immediately scooped up water. Somewhere in the depths of his soul, he understood that now the ice might crack and he would end up in the water along with the blue boy. But that didn't stop him. He moved his other leg and found himself ankle-deep in water...
The mattress grabbed the kid by the hand... finally the first grader found himself on the ice. He walked, clinging to his savior. His teeth chattered. And tears were streaming down my face."
– There is a hero and an anti-hero in this story. Who do you think can be called a hero and who an anti-hero? Explain your point of view.
– Conclude who the anti-hero is?
“Suddenly he thought that if he had been wearing heavy knightly armor, the ice would have broken right away and he would not have been able to save the boy.”
– Do you think these words of Vasya cast doubt on his dream of becoming a knight?
– What words confirm that Vasya continues to live his dream? (“He barely squeezed behind the desk - he moved it from its place - and when the lesson began, he took a thin pen in his short, plump fingers and began to draw a knight in his arithmetic notebook.”
IV. Conclusion. Work in groups.
– Read the aphorisms (written on the board or on pieces of paper), explain each of the statements (work in groups) and think about whether all the thoughts expressed in them were reflected in today's lesson?
- It is not necessary to decorate one’s appearance, but to be beautiful in spiritual endeavors. Thales
- With the beauty of the body, you involuntarily believe in the beauty of the soul. With the beauty of the soul, you do not notice physical imperfections. I. Shevelev
- By trying for the happiness of others, we find our own. Plato
- In all cases, it is better to hope than to despair. I. Goethe
- Goodness, love, beauty... crown the path of each of us if we walked correctly. M. Prishvin
- And the noble heart of a knight beat in his chest. Yu. Yakovlev
V. Problem situations. Knighting ritual.
– Now I suggest you work in groups. You will need to find a way out of a critical situation.
- On the street, an unfamiliar woman faints. Your actions.
- You are studying homework, and the neighbor behind the wall turned on the tape recorder loudly. Your actions.
- On the beach you hear a cry: “Help, I’m drowning!” Your actions.
“I think you also deserve to be knights.” So, let's begin the ritual. Mandatory knightly ritual:
We swear to be knights!
Always say thank you
Good afternoon, goodbye,
There is no higher rank of knighthood in the world!
We swear to be knights!
Forget both laziness and rudeness,
Learn etiquette -
Science to remember this.
We swear to be knights!
In the fight against evil, gain good.
Slay the ignorant with a magic sword
Both a stern word and a healing one.
We swear to be knights!
It was written on his face, visible in his slow, sluggish movements. And no one guessed what was hidden under this ugly fat appearance.
And the noble heart of a knight beat in his chest. In his dreams, he saw himself as a brave knight on a white horse, who traveled around the world and performed many feats, protecting the weak and offended. Knights usually had beautiful foreign names - Richard or Rodrigo, or Ivanhoe. His name was simply Vasya.
In his dreams, he turned from fat to slender, and dexterity appeared in his movements.
IN free time Vasya went to the museum. He slowly moved from black knight to gold, from gold to silver. It seemed to him that the knights were watching him, and none of them laughed or called him a mattress.
Vasya dreamed of exploits, but his life passed monotonously. Vasya appeared in class after the second bell. He sat down, and the desk instantly turned into a war horse, and his fingers themselves began to draw knights.
He promised himself to change and start a new life. I tried to move faster and not lag behind the guys in anything. But nothing came of it.
... It is difficult to draw a line between autumn and winter. It happens that the leaves have not yet fallen, but a weak light falls on the ground. And sometimes it freezes at night, and the river is covered with ice by morning. And then the radio warns the guys that walking on the ice is dangerous.
On one of these days, Vasya was walking along the river bank. Suddenly he saw Dimka Kovalev, who shouted:
Sinking! Sinking!
Who's drowning? – Vasya asked slowly.
Can't you see? The boy is drowning. He fell through the ice. Why are you standing?
Vasya was thicker and heavier than Dimka, but he stepped onto the ice.
Dimka started shouting again:
Carefully! Otherwise you will drown.
Your feet are wet, run home, I’ll take him there myself.
Let's! - and went home.
In the end, he himself believed that Dimka was a hero: after all, he was the first to notice the drowning man. And when everyone clapped for Dimka, the mattress clapped too.
When the lesson ended, Vasya took a thin pen in his thick fingers and began to draw a knight in his math notebook.
Printed with abbreviations
His friends called him a mattress. For his slowness, clumsiness and awkwardness. If a test was written in class, there was always not enough time - he only got around to it towards the end of the lesson. If he drank tea, a large tea puddle would form on the table around his saucer. He walked with a waddle and always touched the edge of the table or knocked over a chair. And within a week I wore out the new boots as if I were crossing the Alps together with Suvorov. He looked sleepy, as if he had just woken up or was about to fall asleep. Everything was falling out of his hands, everything was not going well. In a word, a mattress.
But no one guessed what was hidden under this ugly thick shell. And the noble heart of a knight beat in his chest. In his cherished dreams, he saw himself clad in shiny steel armor, in a feathered helmet with a lowered visor, on a white horse. In this form, he rushed around the world and performed many feats, protecting the weak and offended. He was a nameless knight. Because knights usually had sonorous foreign names - Richard, or Rodrigo, or Ivanhoe. His name was simply Vasya, and this name was not suitable for a knight.
In his dreams, he turned from fat and clubfooted into slender and flexible, and dexterity and dexterity appeared in his movements. All his shortcomings instantly disappeared under the brilliant armor.
But as soon as he approached the mirror, everything returned to its place. And in front of him, instead of a beautiful knight, a baggy boy with a round, fat face appeared again.
No armor will fit on someone so fat.
The friend had no idea that he had wounded Vasya in the very heart. In his free time, he ran to the museum. Here, in the spacious halls, large paintings hung in heavy golden frames, and in the corners stood statues made of yellowed marble. Vasya walked into the hall, where swords and spears hung on the walls, and knights clad in armor stood on the floor.
Why did nature mix up and put the proud heart of Don Quixote into the thick, clumsy shell of Sancho Panza?
Vasya dreamed of exploits, but his life was monotonous and everyday.
He didn’t chat in class, which didn’t stop the teachers from constantly making comments to him:
Rybakov, what do you dream about?
Rybakov, repeat what I said.
Rybakov, come to the board and explain the solution to the problem. He trudged towards the board... While solving the problem, he snorted as if in his hand was not a chalk, but a heavy stone, which he endlessly lowered and raised. He thought so slowly and hard that the teacher’s patience was exhausted, and she sent him to his place.
He sat down, and the desk instantly turned into a war horse, and his fingers themselves began to draw swords and armor.
It is difficult to draw the line between autumn and winter. It happens that the leaves have still fallen, and the first light snow falls on the ground. And sometimes it freezes at night, and the river is covered with ice by morning. This ice, mirror-like and thin, beckons, but walking on the ice is dangerous.
And now the first daredevils appear on the ice. The ice bends and cracks in warning, but they believe that they were born under a lucky star. And a lucky star sometimes fails. The mattress's attention was attracted by the screams coming from the river. He quickened his pace and, out of breath, walked ashore.
There he saw Dimka Kovalev, waving his arms and shouting:
Sinking! Sinking!
Who's drowning? - the mattress asked slowly.
Can't you see? - Dimka snapped. “The kid is drowning.” Fell through the ice. Why are you standing there?!
Another would have immediately asked Dimka Kovalev himself: “Why don’t you help him?” But he was a softie and didn’t think to do this. He looked at the frozen river and noticed a small first-grader who was waist-deep in the water and was only clinging to the edge of the ice with his hands. The mattress was thicker and heavier than Dimka, but he stepped onto the ice. The ice bent slightly, but did not crack. It was probably stronger near the shore. Dimka Kovalev perked up. He again began waving his arms and shouting:
- Come in from the right!.. Be careful!.. Don’t stomp with your knives, otherwise you yourself... He screamed in order to drown out his fear.
And the mattress walked on the ice. He didn't hear any screams. He saw only a deathly frightened baby who could not utter a word.
A puddle formed on the ice near the hole. He reached the edge and, without thinking, put one foot forward. The boot immediately scooped up water. Somewhere in the depths of his soul, he understood that now the ice might crack, and he would end up in the water along with the blue boy.
But that didn't stop him. He moved his other leg and found himself ankle-deep in water.
Now Kovalev no longer shouted or waved his arms, but tensely waited for what would happen next. He saw the cat grab the baby by the hand, and how the ice began to break off.
Finally, the first grader found himself on the ice. He walked, clinging to his savior with his numb hands. His teeth chattered. And tears flowed down my face. When they came ashore, Kovalev perked up.
“You got your feet wet,” he said, “run home, and I’ll bring the boy myself.”
The mattress looked at the guy he saved, turned his gaze to the wet boots and said:
Kovalev grabbed the wet, frightened boy by the hand and dragged him somewhere.
The mattress trudged home. His feelings were quickly dulled by fatigue. And now all that remained was wet feet and a slight chill. At home, he struggled to take off his shoes. Water poured out of them.
What is this? - Mom asked, looking displeased at the stained parquet floor.
“I got my feet wet,” the boy answered, drawing out his words.
He wanted to tell his mother how it happened, but he began to feel sleepy and was overcome by yawning, and even in a warm room the chill did not go away. He didn’t explain anything, lay down on the sofa and closed his eyes. Suddenly he thought that if he had been wearing heavy knightly armor, the ice would have broken immediately and he would not have been able to save the boy. He quickly fell asleep.
The next day, when he entered the classroom after the second bell, there was no one there. It turns out that everyone went upstairs, to the assembly hall, to the general line.
He threw his briefcase on his desk and trudged to the fourth floor.
When he entered the hall, everyone was already lined up capital letter"P". He squeezed between the guys and stood in the back row.
At this time, the school principal spoke. He said that yesterday on the river, student Dima Kovalev saved a first-grader who had fallen through the ice, and that he, the director, admired the student’s courageous act.
Then the senior counselor spoke. She talked about pioneer duty, about the honor of the red tie, and finally read a letter to the mother of the failed boy, in which Dimka was called the savior of her son.
Pressed on all sides by the guys, the mattress stood against the wall and listened to how everyone praised Dimka Kovalev. At some point he wanted to say that Dimka was lying - he did not save anyone, but simply waved his arms and shouted. But the mere thought of drawing attention to himself made him feel ashamed.
The line is over. The children were ordered to go to their classes. And the mattress, pushed by its comrades, trudged back to the second floor. With difficulty he squeezed behind the desk - he moved it from its place - and when the lesson began, he took a thin pen in his short, plump fingers and began to draw a knight in his math notebook. This knight was purple, like school ink.
Yuri Yakovlev
KNIGHT VASYA
(1) His friends called him a mattress. (2) 3a his slowness, clumsiness and awkwardness. (3) Everything was falling out of his hands, everything was not going well. (4) The fact that he was a mattress was written on his face, was discernible in his slow, sluggish movements, and sounded in his dull voice. (5) But no one guessed what was hidden under this ugly thick shell. (6) And the noble heart of a knight beat in his chest. (7) His name was simply Vasya, and this name was not suitable for a knight.
(8) In his dreams, from fat and clubfoot, he turned into slender and flexible, and dexterity and dexterity appeared in his movements.
(9) But as soon as he approached the mirror, everything returned to its place. (10)...It is difficult to draw a line between autumn and winter. (11) It happens that the leaves have not yet fallen, but the first light snow falls on the ground. (12) And sometimes it will freeze at night, and the river will be covered with ice by morning. (13) This ice, mirror-like and thin, beckons, and then the radio warns the guys that walking on the ice is dangerous. (14) But not all guys listen to the radio...
(15) The mattress’s attention was attracted by the screams coming from the river. (16) He quickened his pace and, out of breath, went ashore.
(17) There he saw Dimka Kovalev, who was waving his arms and shouting:
(18) - Drowning, drowning!
(19) - Who is drowning? - the mattress asked slowly.
(20) - Don’t you see, or what? - Dimka snapped. (21) - The guy is drowning, he fell through the ice. (22) Why are you standing there?!
(23) He looked at the frozen river and noticed a small first-grader who was waist-deep in the water and was only clinging to the edge of the ice with his hands.
(24) The mattress was thicker and heavier than Dimka, but he stepped onto the ice.
(25) The ice bent slightly, but did not crack. (26) It was probably stronger near the shore.
(27) The mattress walked on the ice and did not hear any screams. (28) He only saw a deathly frightened baby who could not utter a word. (29) Somewhere in the depths of his soul, he understood that now the ice might crack and he would end up in the water along with the blue boy. (30) But this did not stop him. (31) He moved his second leg and found himself ankle-deep in water.
(32) Finally, the mattress grabbed the baby by the hand, and the first grader found himself on the ice. (33) He walked, clinging to his savior with his numb hands. (34) His lips were chattering, and tears were streaming down his face.
(35) When they came ashore, Kovalev perked up.
(36) “You got your feet wet,” he said to his comrade, “run home, and I’ll bring the boy myself.”
(37)... The next day, when after the second bell the mattress entered the classroom, there was no one there. (38) It turns out that everyone went upstairs, to the assembly hall, to the common line. (39) He squeezed between the guys and stood in the back row.
(40) The school director said that yesterday on the river, student Dima Kovalev saved a first-grader who had fallen through the ice, and that he, the director, admired the student’s courageous act.
(41) Pressed on all sides by the guys, the mattress stood against the wall and listened to how everyone praised Dimka Kovalev. (42) At some point he wanted to say that Dimka was lying - he didn’t save anyone, but simply waved his arms and shouted, but the mere thought of attracting attention to himself made him feel ashamed...
(According to Yu. Yakovlev)
Yuri Yakovlevich Yakovlev (1922-1996) - Russian prose writer, screenwriter, journalist, author of books for teenagers, member of the artistic council of the Soyuzmultfilm studio. Participated in the Great Patriotic War. The main themes of Yuri Yakovlev's prose - school life, Great Patriotic War, performing arts, friendship between man and animal. Stories and stories: “Seryozhkin’s son”, “He was a real trumpeter”, “A man must have a dog”, “Sparrow did not break glass”, “The Invisible Cap”, etc.