Sections: Primary School
Goals:
- To work on different types and fluency in reading.
- Expand the horizons of children, enrich lexicon to introduce them to art.
- To form creative imagination through the ability to present pictures, according to a piece of music.
- To cultivate a love for literature, through interdisciplinary connections.
Equipment:
- computer;
- presentation CD;
- book for reading "Native speech" (L.F. Klimanova, V.G. Goretsky, M.V. Golovanova);
- pictures depicting fir cones;
- children's messages.
During the classes
I. Organizational moment.
Are you guys all ready?
So let's get started
We will respond in kind.
II. Let's stretch the tongues:
a) first we read with our lips (patter (Slide 1) “There are bumps on the Christmas tree, books on the table”);
b) in a whisper;
c) in pairs;
e) pronounce only consonant sounds (in a chain, in chorus).
III. introduction teachers.
Today in the lesson we are finishing the work with the text. We will expand our horizons, learn about the lives of wonderful people. (Slide 2)
What story are we reading?
That's right, K. G. Paustovsky.
You did your homework in groups.
1st group what task did you prepare?
Who will represent your group?
(Children's story.)
And what a wonderful person K.G. Paustovsky wrote in his story?
I give the floor to the guys of the 2nd group.
(Children's story.)
Writer Konstantin Paustovsky and composer Edvard Grieg are two great masters: one with words, the other with music, awaken good feelings in us.
Now let's turn to the work and remember how we titled parts of our story. (Slide 5)
- Meeting.
- At the composer's house.
- Dagny is visiting.
- Theater and concert.
Look at the beauty of the mountainous autumn landscape that Paustovsky describes in his story. Remember this passage and retell it close to the text, based on these words. (Slide 6)
(2 people.)
See what moment of the story is depicted? (Slide 7)
Now Nastya and Sasha will remind us of the episode of the meeting between the composer and the girl.
Listen carefully to their conversation and think:
What gift did the composer decide to give to the girl?
(Staging.)
What did the composer decide to give the girl?
Why did he decide to give Dagny a present?
Physical break.
Now guys, stand up!
Raised hands quickly
Sideways, forward, backward.
Turned right, left
Quietly sat down again.
Let's move on to the second part.
Read part 2 to yourself.
How did we name it?
What did the friends of the composer's house compare with?
Tell, guys, the house was poor, empty. Was Grieg happy there?
Find in the text how he argues.
So why did he consider himself a happy man?
How long did the composer write a piece of music for Dagny?
What happened during this time?
This is how, probably, Edvard Grieg sat winter evening at home. Snow was falling outside the window, the stove was heating at home, and he was composing music for Dagny. But Grieg was not alone. Who was watching him? Who were his first listeners?
(Selective reading - in a chain.)
Time has passed and Dagny leaves the house.
And for what reason does she do it? Tell me.
Let's move on to the final part.
How did we name it?
Let's go to a concert together with Dagny and listen to an excerpt from Edvard Grieg's musical work "Meeting in the Mountains".
Put your head on the desk, close your eyes and try to imagine the pictures that the composer depicted. (Slide 11)
What picture did your imagination paint?
And what pictures appeared before Dagny's eyes?
(Selective reading paragraph by paragraph.)
What was Dagny thinking as she left the park?
Read out.
Many years have passed since the wonderful writer Konstantin Paustovsky and the talented composer Edvard Grieg passed away, and we continue to read stories, listen to music, because the works created by these people are immortal.
IV. Summary of the lesson.
So what does this piece teach?
Guys, what did you like about the lesson?
What didn't you like?
Who, after this lesson, has a desire to read the new stories of K. G. Paustovsky and listen to the music of E. Grieg?
I would like you to become good people. And the words of M. Prishvin and V. Sukhomlinsky were your motto in life.
V. Homework.
There are fir cones with homework on the desks (some make a plan and prepare a retelling of 2 parts; others make a plan and prepare a retelling of 4 parts; others prepare a plan and retell 2, 3, 4 parts, weak children read the story).
Well done boys! (Slide 13). Thanks for the lesson. Dagny Pedersen brought you gifts in her basket!
K. Paustovsky. Secrets of "Basket with fir cones"
Author: Tamara Borisovna Vershinina, piano teacher, MBU DO Children's Art School No. 1, Dimitrovgrad, Ulyanovsk Region
Dear colleagues, I bring to your attention methodological development“K. Paustovsky. Secrets of "Basket with fir cones". This material will be of interest to teachers elementary school, teachers of the Russian language and literature, music and MHC secondary school, teachers of art schools.
Target: Analysis of the composition of the story by K. Paustovsky "Basket with fir cones"
This topic haunted me for many years. I looked at the lesson notes on various websites and in print, talked with colleagues, got acquainted with the literature about the writer and his work. The answer to the question why the story was called that way - "Basket with fir cones" - boiled down to the following:
a) if Dagny had not gone to the forest for cones, she would not have met Edvard Grieg;
b) the composer helped the girl to carry a heavy basket, so their acquaintance began;
c) Grieg liked the girl, and he had the idea to write music for Dagny.
The outline of the story went something like this:
1. Meeting in the forest
2. In the house of E. Grieg
3. Dagny at the concert.
4. A long-awaited gift.
But there was a feeling that something important was missing in the text. After all, for some reason, K. Paustovsky did not name the story, for example, “Dagny” or “E.rig”, “Music”! So, there is some secret in the basket of fir cones!
I thought that you need to go from the main idea of the story. These are the words of the composer addressed to Dagny: “I saw life. Whatever they tell you about her, always believe that she is amazing and beautiful. The writer leads us to this thought. At the end of the story, we hear Dagny's quiet voice: “Listen, life, I love you. The girl is happy!
We are moving in the opposite direction. Dagny is grateful to the composer for the musical gift that was promised to her ten years ago during a meeting in the forest, when E. Grieg helped her convey heavy basket with fir cones. Why does the author repeat several times that the basket heavy? Recently we came across the words of K. Paustovsky, which sound like a “testament” to us: “Read, read and read so as not to lose a single drop of the precious content of books.” It seems to me that the writer wanted us to "read" every word of the story and "dig" to understand that "Basket of Fir Cones" is Dagny's difficult Life, it is a synonym joyless childhood child!
This first writer's secret. We look at what is written in the text and marvel at the skill of the author:
“One day Grieg met in the forest small a girl (she is 8 years old) with two pigtails - the daughter of a forester. She was collecting fir cones in a basket. He offered his help: “Now give me the basket. You barely drag her. I'll see you off and we'll talk about something else.... Dagny sighed and handed Grieg the basket. She really was heavy. There is a lot of resin in fir cones, and therefore they weigh much more than pine cones ... Dagny, frowning, looked after him. Cart she held sideways, bumps fell out of it».
What do we learn from short phrases about Dagny's life. In the house there is "a small glass boat (grandfather's), an embroidered tablecloth, a red cat, an old mother's doll. Once she closed her eyes ... And now she sleeps with her eyes open." This is the only time it is mentioned Mother child. Apparently she doesn't exist. There is no maternal warmth and care (otherwise she would not have been sent one collect heavy fir cones in the forest), the girl is not given toys, she has nothing and no one to play with. She is responsible for cleaning the house. Therefore, she wanted to immediately receive a gift from the composer and did not understand why he delayed it for ten years. Dagny is a good girl. She pities the old doll and the sick grandfather. Maybe cones with a healing smell of needles and resin help him breathe. But the main idea of the exposition is there is no joy and happiness in the life of a little heroine. The description of autumn and the condition of the girl contrast with each other. Because the beauty of nature is seen by the author and E. Grieg, and the sadness of the girl is expressed in her words, sighs and short glances. Therefore, the composer decided to write music for her that would change her attitude, make her happy.
I like the illustration by Ekaterina Chudnovskaya, who very accurately conveys the mood and character of the first part of the story.
Second the secret of the story is as follows: the composer asks the girl: “What is the name of your father?” “Hagerup,” Dagny answered. Translated from the Scandinavian language, this name means "hero", but the most important thing is that full name composer - Edward Hagerup Grieg! The writer is silent about this, but it can be assumed that he wanted to say that the musician becomes, as it were, the “spiritual” father of the girl. Before parting, he "smoothed the girl's hair." This is a "parental" gesture. When the writer calls Grieg's dwelling the house of a "woodcutter" (there is nothing superfluous in it, like Dagni's father, the forester Hagerup), he points to their closeness to Dagni and the similarity of views.
In the second part of the story, the "wizard" composer composes music for Dagny. He presents her either as a girl cradling a rag doll, or as Cinderella, in a darned dress and offended by her sisters. But little by little the girl becomes a girl with green shining eyes, and now glass shoes are already appearing, and ahead is a meeting with the beautiful - with music, with happiness!
K. Paustovsky puts into the mouth of E. Grieg main idea a story addressed not only to Dagny, but to all of us, about the amazing beauty of life. And then the composer adds that he is happier than Dagny, because “he gave the youth life, work, talent. I gave everything without return. This, in my opinion, is another, higher, " heroic» side of happiness. It is not given to everyone, but among the outstanding people one can name K. Paustovsky and E. Grieg.
In the final part of the story, Dagny listens to music written for her at a concert. She is overwhelmed by a feeling of gratitude to the composer, who once helped her to carry a basket of fir cones (a connecting thread appears with the first part), and now opened before her "that beautiful thing that a person should live with."
The writer shows how “the northern dawn is engaged, how painfully new Dagny.
Dagny clasped her hands and groaned from a sense of the beauty of this world, still unclear to her, but embracing her whole being.
“Listen, life,” Dagny said quietly, “I love you.
And she laughed as she looked eyes wide open to the lights of the ships. Niels, who was standing at a distance, heard her laugh and went home. Now he was calm for Dagny. Now he knew that her life would not be in vain. I think the plan of the story could be like this:
1. Basket with fir cones (Dagny's bleak childhood). The promised gift.
2. E. Grieg musician - "wizard".
“No matter what they tell you about her, always believe that she (life) is amazing and beautiful.”
3. Dagny at the concert. Thanks to the composer, he opened "that beautiful thing that a person should live". 4. “Listen, life,” Dagny said quietly, “I love you.”
"Her life will not be in vain."
It's already different updated, Dagny. It starts for her new life.
And here is third the secret of K. Paustovsky: the name Dagni, translated from the Scandinavian language, means "New day"!
The composition of K. Paustovsky's story is built in such a way as to show a gradual change in a person's attitude, an understanding of the beauty and happiness of life, and the music of the great composer E. Grieg helps in this.
"To give people a "fairy tale of life" - the ability to discover the beautiful and romantic in the most ordinary - this is the main task of a person on earth" E. Grieg
Pay attention, in the corner there is a small piano, only five octaves, on the music stand of which are the notes of Edvard Grieg - the famous Norwegian composer, and on the piano there is a small basket with fir cones ...
A basket of fir cones standing on a children's piano is a symbol of love for life. Involuntarily, getting acquainted with the plot of Konstantin Paustovsky's story "Basket with Fir Cones", each visitor will imagine himself in the place of a little Norwegian girl Dagni Pedersen and believe that miracles come true ...
Edvard Grieg often left Bergen, where he lived, to the village - to the forests, to the fields - to eat, see enough, breathe for future creativity. And in one of these walks, he meets a little eight-year-old girl, she carries a basket with fir cones. Grieg took a basket from the girl to help her and decided to see her off. On the way they got into a conversation, he really liked the girl, her attitude to life, to native land.
The composer wanted to leave something for her to remember, so that she would remember this meeting just as he would already remember it. But, unfortunately, the composer has nothing on this moment I don’t have it in my pocket, but in those days, 120-130 years ago, a girl would have been delighted with a colored glass and a pebble, and, perhaps, would have kept them all her life in a box.
The girl assures the stranger that she will not lose anything, will not break anything ... the child expects some thing as a gift, an object. But the composer says that he will give her a gift, but in ten years.
- Oh, how long! .. Can you make only five or six toys in your whole life? - the girl is surprised (she is expecting a toy).
"No, it's not," he said uncertainly. I'll do it, maybe in a few days. But such things are not given to small children. I make gifts for adults...
They parted, perhaps slightly disappointed with each other. But in parting, Grieg asked the girl to give her full name.
- Dagny Pedersen, daughter of the forester Hagerup Pedersen. she answered sadly.
Edvard Grieg returned to his home and immediately sat down at the piano. He decided to write music, beautiful music filled with light and dedicate it to this girl...
Ten years have passed. Dagny, an 18-year-old girl, comes to Bergen to arrange her life. She settles with her uncle, who gives her a gift, takes her to a concert of symphonic music, they sit in the very last rows, since tickets are cheaper there. They listen to performance after performance and, suddenly, in one of the announcements of the following numbers, it seems to Dagny that she hears her name.
She tosses her head, looks at her uncle, thinking that he called her, but sees his surprised eyes directed at her. And at this time, they announce from the stage: “Listeners from the last rows ask me to repeat. So, the famous musical play by Edvard Grieg, dedicated to the daughter of the forester Hagerup Pedersen Dagni Pedersen, on the occasion of her eighteenth birthday, will now be performed.
The composer fulfilled his promise given ten years ago to a little eight-year-old girl ... And Konstantin Georgievich Paustovsky brought this story to the audience. "Life, I love you!" - the words uttered by the heroine of the story K.G. Paustovsky "Basket with fir cones", are the life-affirming basis of all the writer's works. Belief in goodness, admiration for the beauties of the world, love for the native land, the ability to see beauty in seemingly ordinary things - this is the special and amazing thing that distinguishes Paustovsky's work.
All forests are good with their mushroom air and the rustle of leaves. But the mountain forests near the sea are especially good. They hear the sound of the surf. From the sea, fog constantly inflicts, and moss grows violently from the abundance of moisture. It hangs from the branches in green strands to the ground.
In addition, in the mountain forests lives, like a mockingbird, a cheerful echo. It is just waiting to pick up any sound and hurl it over the rocks.
Once Grieg met in the forest a little girl with two pigtails - the daughter of a forester. She was collecting fir cones in a basket.
It was autumn. If it were possible to collect all the gold and copper that is on earth, and forge thousands of thousands of thin leaves from them, then they would make up an insignificant part of that autumn dress that lay on the mountains. In addition, forged leaves would seem rough in comparison with real ones, especially with aspen leaves. Everyone knows that aspen leaves tremble even from the whistle of a bird.
What's your name, girl? Grieg asked.
Here's the trouble! Grieg said. - I have nothing to give you. I don't carry dolls or ribbons or velvet hares in my pocket.
I have an old mother's doll, - the girl answered. - Once she closed her eyes. Like this!
The girl slowly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, Grieg noticed that her pupils were greenish and the foliage gleamed with lights in them.
And now she sleeps with her eyes open,” Dagny added sadly. - Old people have bad sleep. Grandpa also groans all night.
Listen, Dagny, - said Grieg, - I came up with. I will give you one interesting thing. But not now, but ten years from now.
Dagny even threw up her hands.
Oh, how long!
You know, I still need to do it.
And what is it?
You'll find out later.
Can you make only five or six toys in your whole life, Dagny asked sternly?
Grieg was confused.
No, it’s not like that,” he said uncertainly. - I'll do it, maybe in a few days. But such things are not given to small children. I make gifts for adults.
I won’t break it, ”Dagny said imploringly and pulled Grieg by the sleeve. - I won't break it. Here you will see! Grandpa has a glass toy boat. I dust it off and never chipped off even the smallest piece.
“She completely confused me, this Dagny,” Grieg thought with annoyance and said what adults always say when they find themselves in an awkward position in front of children:
You are still small and do not understand much. Learn patience. Now give me the basket. You can hardly drag her. I'll take you and we'll talk about something else.
Dagny sighed and handed Grieg the basket. She really was heavy. There is a lot of resin in spruce cones, and therefore they weigh much more than pine cones.
When the forester's house appeared among the trees, Grieg said:
Well, now you'll run on your own, Dagny Pedersen. There are many days in Norway with the same name and surname as yours. What is your father's name?
Hagerup, - answered Dagny and, wrinkling her forehead, asked: - Won't you come to us? We have a network of embroidered tablecloths, a red cat and a glass lodha. Grandpa will let you take her in your arms.
Thank you. Now I have no time. Farewell, Dagny!
Grieg smoothed the girl's hair and went towards the sea. Dagny, frowning, looked after him. She held the basket sideways, cones falling out of it.
“I will write music,” Grieg decided. - On the title page I will order to print: "Dagny Pedersen - the daughter of the forester Hagerup Pedersen, when she is eighteen years old."
Everything was the same in Bergen.
Everything that could muffle sounds - carpets, curtains and upholstered furniture - Grieg removed from the house long ago. All that's left is the old sofa. It could accommodate up to a dozen guests, and Grieg did not dare to throw it away.
Friends said that the composer's house looked like a lumberjack's house. It was decorated only with a piano. If a person was endowed with imagination, then he could hear magical things among these white walls - from the roar northern ocean that rolled waves from the mist and the wind, that whistled his wild saga over them, to the song of a girl cradling a rag doll.
The piano could sing about everything - about the impulse of the human spirit to the great and about love. White and black keys, escaping from under Grieg's strong fingers, yearned, laughed, rattled with a storm and anger, and suddenly fell silent at once.
Then in the silence for a long time only one small string sounded, as if it was Cinderella crying, offended by her sisters.
Grieg, leaning back, listened until this last sound faded in the kitchen, where the cricket had settled for a long time.
It became audible how, counting the seconds with the accuracy of a metronome, water dripped from the tap. The drops kept saying that time was running out and that we should hurry up to do everything that was planned.
Grieg has been writing music for Dagny Pedersen for over a month. Winter has begun. Fog shrouded the city up to its throat. Rusty steamboats came from different countries and dozed at the wooden piers, quietly snoring on the steam.
Soon it began to snow. Grieg saw from his window how he flew sideways, clinging to the tops of trees.
It is impossible, of course, to convey music in words, no matter how rich our language is.
Grieg wrote about the deepest charm of girlhood and happiness. He wrote and saw how a girl with green shining eyes was running towards him, choking with joy. She wraps her arms around his neck and presses her hot cheek against his gray, unshaven cheek. "Thank you!" she says, not yet knowing what she is thanking him for.
“You are like the sun,” Grieg tells her. - Like a gentle wind and early morning. A white flower bloomed in your heart and filled your whole being with the fragrance of spring. I have seen life. Whatever you are told about her, always believe that she is amazing and beautiful. I am an old man, but I gave the youth my life, work, talent. I gave everything away without a return. Therefore, I may be even happier than you, Dagny.
You are the white night with its mysterious light. You are happiness. You are the light of the dawn. Your voice shakes my heart.
May everything that surrounds you, that touches you and that you touch, that pleases you and makes you think, be blessed,
Grieg thought so and played about everything he thought. He suspected that he was being eavesdropped on. He even guessed who was doing it. They were tits on a tree, sailors from the port, a washerwoman from a neighboring house, a cricket, snow flying from the overhanging sky, and Cinderella in a darned dress.
Everyone listened in their own way.
The tits were worried. No matter how they spun, their chatter could not drown out the piano.
Sailors who had gone on a spree sat down on the steps of the house and listened, sobbing. The laundress straightened her back, wiped her reddened eyes with her palm, and shook her head. The cricket crawled out of a crack in the tiled stove and looked through the crack at Grieg.
The falling snow stopped and hung in the air to listen to the ringing that poured in streams from the house. And Cinderella looked, smiling, at the floor. Glass slippers stood beside her bare feet. They shuddered as they bumped into each other in response to chords coming from Grieg's room.
Grieg valued these listeners more than smart and polite concert goers.
At eighteen, Dagny graduated from high school.
On this occasion, her father sent her to Christiania to stay with his sister Magda. Let the girl (her father considered her still a girl, although Dagny was already a slender girl, with heavy blond braids) look at how the world works, how people live, and have some fun.
Who knows what awaits Dagny in the future? Maybe an honest and loving, but stingy and boring husband? Or the job of a saleswoman in a village shop? Or a job at one of the many shipping offices in Bergen?
Magda worked as a theater dressmaker. Her husband Nils served as a hairdresser in the same theater.
They lived in a little room under the roof of the theatre. From there one could see a gulf motley with sea flags and a monument to Ibsen.
The steamboats shouted through their open windows all day. Uncle Niels studied their voices so much that, according to him, he knew unmistakably who was buzzing - “Norderney” from Copenhagen, “Scottish Singer” from Glasgow or “Joan of Arc” from Bordeaux.
Aunt Magda had a lot of theatrical things in her room: brocade, silk, tulle, ribbons, lace, old felt hats with black ostrich feathers, gypsy shawls, gray wigs, over the knee boots with copper spurs, swords, fans and silver shoes worn at the fold. All this had to be hemmed, repaired, cleaned and ironed.
Pictures hung on the walls cut out of books and magazines: cavaliers from the time of Louis XIV, beauties in crinolines, knights, Russian women in sundresses, sailors and Vikings with oak wreaths on their heads.
The room had to climb a steep staircase. It always smelled of paint and varnish from the gilding.
Dagny often went to the theater. It was an exciting activity. But after the performances, Dagny did not fall asleep for a long time and sometimes even cried in her bed.
Frightened by this, Aunt Magda calmed Dagny. She said that you can not blindly believe what is happening on stage. But Uncle Nils called Magda a “brood hen” for this and said that, on the contrary, in the theater one must believe Yesem. Otherwise, people would not need any theaters. And Dani believed.
But still, Aunt Magda insisted on going to the concert for a change.
Niels did not argue against this. "Music," he said, "is the mirror of genius."
Niels liked to express himself sublimely and vaguely. He said about Dagny that she was like the first chord of an overture. And Magda, according to him, had witchcraft power over people. She expressed herself in the fact that Magda sewed theatrical costumes. And who does not know that a person every time he puts on new suit, completely changed. So it turns out that the same actor yesterday was a vile murderer, today he became an ardent lover, tomorrow he will be a royal jester, and the day after tomorrow he will be a folk hero.
“Dagny,” Aunt Magda would shout on such occasions, “shut up your ears and don’t listen to this terrible chatter!” He himself does not understand what he is saying, that attic philosopher!
It was a warm June. There were white nights. Concerts were held in the open-air city park.
Dagny went to the concert with Magda and Niels. She wanted to wear her only White dress. But Nils said that a beautiful girl should be dressed in such a way as to stand out from the surroundings. In general, his long speech on this subject boiled down to the fact that on white nights it is imperative to be in black and, conversely, in dark, sparkling white dresses.
It was impossible to argue with Niels, and Dagny put on a black dress made of silky soft velvet. Magda brought this dress from the dressing room.
When Dagny put on this dress, Magda agreed that Nils was probably right - nothing set off the strict pallor of Dagny's face and her long braids, with a reflection of old gold, like this mysterious velvet.
“Look, Magda,” Uncle Niels said in an undertone, “Dagny is so pretty, as if she is going on a first date.
- That's it! Magda answered. - Something I did not see around me crazy handsome when you came on a first date with me. You are just a chatterbox for me.
And Magda kissed Uncle Niels on the head.
The concert began after the usual evening shot from a cannon in the port. The shot meant sunset.
Despite the evening, neither the conductor nor the musicians turned on the lights above the consoles. The evening was so bright that the lanterns burning in the foliage of the lindens were lit, apparently only to give splendor to the concert.
Dagny listened to symphonic music for the first time. She had a strange effect on her. All the overflows and thunders of the orchestra caused Dagny to have many pictures that looked like dreams.
Then she shuddered and looked up. It seemed to her that a thin man in a tailcoat, announcing the program of the concert, called her name.
- Did you call me, Niels? Dagny asked Uncle Nils, looked at him and immediately frowned.
Uncle Nils looked at Dagny with either horror or admiration. And Aunt Magda looked at her in the same way, pressing her handkerchief to her mouth.
- What's happened? Dagny asked.
Magda grabbed her hand and whispered:
- Listen!
Then Dagny heard the man in the evening dress say:
- Listeners from the last rows ask me to repeat. So, the famous musical play by Edvard Grieg, dedicated to the daughter of the forester Hagerup Pedersen Dagni Pedersen, on the occasion of her eighteenth birthday, will now be performed.
Dagny sighed so deeply that her chest hurt. She wanted to hold back the tears rising to her throat with this sigh, but it did not help. Dagny leaned over and covered her face with her hands.
She downloaded and heard nothing. A storm roared inside her. Then she finally heard the shepherd's horn singing in the early morning, and in response to it, with hundreds of voices, with a slight shudder, the string orchestra responded.
The melody grew, rose, raged like the wind, rushed over the tops of the trees, tore off the leaves, shook the grass, beat in the face with cool spray. Dagny felt a rush of air emanating from the music and forced herself to calm down.
Yes! This was her forest, her homeland! Her mountains, the songs of her horns, the sound of her sea!
The glass ships foamed the water. The wind blew in their gear. This sound imperceptibly turned into the chime of forest bells, into the whistle of birds tumbling in the air, into the hooting of children, into a song about a girl - her beloved threw a handful of sand into her window at dawn. Dagny heard this song in her mountains.
So, it was him! That gray-haired man who helped her carry a basket of fir cones home. It was Edvard Grieg, a magician and a great musician! And she reproached him that he did not know how to work quickly.
So this is the gift that he promised to give her in ten years!
Dagny was crying, not hiding, with tears of gratitude. By that time, music had filled all the space between the earth and the clouds hanging over the city. Light ripples appeared from the melodic waves on the clouds. Stars shone through it.
The music was no longer playing. She called. She called me to that country where no sorrows could cool love, where no one takes away happiness from each other, where the sun burns like a crown in the hair of a fairy-tale kind sorceress.
In the rush of sounds, a familiar voice suddenly appeared. “You are happiness,” he said. “You are the brilliance of the dawn!”
The music stopped. Slowly at first, then growing, applause thundered.
Dagny got up and quickly walked to the exit of the park. Everyone was looking at her. Maybe some of the listeners came up with the idea that this girl was the same Dagny Pedersen, to whom Grieg dedicated his immortal thing.
"He died! thought Dagny. - For what?" If only we could see him! If only he were here! With what a rapidly beating heart she would run towards him, hug him by the neck, press her cheek wet with tears to his cheek and say only one word: “Thank you!” - "For what?" he would ask. “I don’t know…” Dagny would answer. - Because you have not forgotten me. For your generosity. For the fact that you opened before me that beautiful thing that a person should live with.
Dagny walked through the deserted streets. She did not notice that behind her, trying not to catch her eye, was Nils, sent by Magda. He swayed like a drunk and mumbled something about a miracle that had happened in their little life.
The darkness of the night still lay over the city. But in the windows, the northern dawn was already taking on a faint gilding.
Dagny went to the sea. It lay in deep sleep, without a single splash.
Dagny clenched her hands and groaned from a sense of the beauty of this world that was still unclear to her, but engulfing her whole being.
- Listen, life, - Dagny said quietly, - I love you.
And she laughed, looking wide-eyed at the lights of the ships. They rocked slowly in the clear gray water.
Niels, who was standing at a distance, heard her laugh and went home. Now he was calm for Dagny. Now he knew that her life would not be in vain.
BASKET WITH FIR CONES
The story of K. PAUSTOVSKY
Staged by A. Stolbov
Music by Y. Nikolsky
based on E. Grieg
Grieg and presenter K. Vakhterov
Dagny - girl M. Korlbeliikova
Dagny - adult E. Korovina
Mage yes 3. Stango
Nils A. Kubatsky
ORCHESTRA conducted by Y. Nikolsky
Piano solo - G. Orentlicher
Dagny's song isp. V. Ivanova
Directed by A. Stolbov
Konstantin Georgievich Paustovsky (b. 1892) is one of the greatest Soviet writers, the author of fascinating stories and short stories, vivid essays and literary memoirs.
The works of Paustovsky are characterized by an excited lyricism and sincerity of the narration, the depth of life observations and the refinement of style. Each of his stories is a subtle and deeply expressive miniature, created with the brush of a true artist of the word.
The first story "On the River" was published in 1912, when the author was barely twenty years old. The young man Paustovsky understood perfectly well that he was still
does not know enough about life; to tell people something important, new, therefore, following the example of M. Gorky, he went “to the people”, wandered around Russia, changing professions, never leaving the thought of becoming a writer. In The Golden Rose, a book about writing, Paustovsky recalls these years: “I lived, worked ... dreamed ... that sooner or later, in adulthood or maybe even in old age, but I will start writing.” This was demanded by my being ... because literature was for me the most magnificent phenomenon in the world.
During the years of wanderings, K. Paustovsky worked hard and hard. However, fame came to him only in 1932, when Kara-Bugaz, a talented and bright book about the conquest of the desert, was published.
Then, in the 90s, Paustovsky moved from the South to the Central strip of Russia, having discovered for himself the reserved land - Meshchora. Here was everything that had attracted him since childhood; dense forests, lakes, meandering forest rivers, abandoned roads ... “I,” the writer admits, “forever fell in love with Central Russia, with its low to lonely, but sweet skies, with the milky haze of villages, lazy bell ringing, snow drifts
and the creak of a sledge "...
On the Ryazan land, K. Paustovsky created most of his most penetrating and sincere works, inspired by Russian nature during the days of long wanderings through the forest, in the predawn hours over the river.
Perhaps the noise of the pines over the Oka, the whistle of forest birds and the booming echo prompted the writer to one of the wonderful novels "Basket with Fir Cones" - an excited story about the life of the great Norwegian composer Edvard Grieg.
This short story is close to a "literary portrait" - a genre in which Paustovsky created amazingly accurate and poetic images (the storyteller Andersen, the romantic writer Alexander Grin, etc.). The literary portrait of the famous storyteller was created by the writer in childhood...
Once the boy Paustovsky was presented with a book of Andersen's fairy tales. Music played, multi-colored candles burned ... He opened the book with trepidation, and suddenly the sparkling lights of the Christmas tree faded, and from the fog that suddenly filled the room, the clumsy figure of the great Danish storyteller appeared. “He looked at me for a long time, screwing up one eye and chuckling,” Paustovsky later recalled the “meeting” ata, “then he took out a snow-white fragrant handkerchief from his pocket, shook it, and suddenly a large White Rose…».
We all imagine Anderson exactly as Pausustovsky portrayed him ... Such is the property of a great talent to be able to say in a few words about the main thing, to give a person’s character in one phrase, to show his essence, to notice what many dreamed of.
So in the story “Basket with Fir Cones”, Paustovsky creates a portrait of Grieg with a few bright strokes. The writer hardly talks about the appearance of the composer. But by the way the hero of the short story listens to the voice of the forest, how he looks at the life of the earth with kind, laughing eyes, we recognize in him the great Norwegian composer. We believe that Grieg could only be like this: an infinitely sensitive and talented person for good ...
Here he is, short, gray-haired, walking through the autumn forest, filled with the sun and the tart smell of resin ... The branches sway silently, yellow leaves quietly fall. Around thick mysterious silence. But for Grieg, even silence was full of unique melodies and sounds. For him, the whole world is a majestic and beautiful symphony, into which golden-green pines, and gloomy masses of rocks, and unsteady air above the fjords, and even a basket filled with resinous cones interweave their voices.
Yes, the world is beautiful, and its beauty is especially felt at the end of life. The eight-year-old forester's daughter Dagny Pedersen, who carelessly collects cones, does not even suspect how beautiful the earth is: mountains, sea, people, how beautiful she herself is ... The old composer, who met her in the forest, plans to give Dagny a gift.
It will not be a rag doll or a trinket, Grieg decides, he will write a musical play for her - about the silence of spring dawns, about the roar of the sea beating near the Norwegian coast, about the blue of the sky and golden autumn. This will be his present for Dagny's coming-of-age day, so that she, entering into life, goes hand in hand with the beautiful, and, most importantly, to remember that a person is happy and beautiful only when she gives people her whole life, work , talent.
We do not know what was the further life of Dagny Pedersen, but we involuntarily believe that her life was not wasted.
"Basket with fir cones" - one of the most lyrical works Paustovsky. This short story is joyful and pure, like Edvard Grieg's music itself.
B. Zabolotskikh
