Artistic fairy tale 12 months. Methodological development of the performance using the example of the fairy tale “Twelve Months” based on the fairy tale S
Do you know how many months there are in a year?
Twelve.
What are their names?
January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December.
As soon as one month ends, another begins immediately. And it has never happened before that February came before January left, and May overtook April.
The months go one after another and never meet.
But people say that mountainous country Bohemia was a girl who saw all twelve months at once.
How did this happen? That's how.
In one small village there lived an angry and stingy woman with her daughter and stepdaughter. She loved her daughter, but her stepdaughter could not please her in any way. No matter what the stepdaughter does, everything is wrong, no matter how she turns, everything is in the wrong direction.
The daughter spent whole days lying on the feather bed and eating gingerbread, but the stepdaughter had no time to sit down from morning to night: either fetch water, or bring brushwood from the forest, or wash out the laundry on the river, or weed the beds in the garden.
She knew winter cold, summer heat, spring wind, and autumn rain. That’s why, perhaps, she once had the chance to see all twelve months at once.
It was winter. It was January. There was so much snow that they had to shovel it away from the doors, and in the forest on the mountain the trees stood waist-deep in snowdrifts and could not even sway when the wind blew on them.
People sat in their houses and lit their stoves.
At such and such a time, in the evening, the evil stepmother opened the door and looked at how the blizzard was sweeping, and then returned to the warm stove and said to her stepdaughter:
You should go to the forest and pick snowdrops there. Tomorrow is your sister's birthday.
The girl looked at her stepmother: was she joking or was she really sending her into the forest? It's scary in the forest now! And what are snowdrops like in winter? They will not be born before March, no matter how much you look for them. You'll just get lost in the forest and get stuck in the snowdrifts.
And her sister tells her:
Even if you disappear, no one will cry for you. Go and don't come back without flowers. Here's your basket.
The girl began to cry, wrapped herself in a torn scarf and walked out the door.
The wind dusts her eyes with snow and tears her scarf off. She walks, barely pulling her legs out of the snowdrifts.
It's getting darker all around. The sky is black, not a single star looks at the ground, and the ground is a little lighter. It's from the snow.
Here is the forest. It's completely dark here - you can't see your hands. The girl sat down on a fallen tree and sat. All the same, he thinks about where to freeze.
And suddenly a light flashed far between the trees - as if a star was entangled among the branches.
The girl got up and went towards this light. He drowns in snowdrifts and climbs over a windbreak. “If only,” he thinks, “the light doesn’t go out!” But it doesn’t go out, it burns brighter and brighter. You could already smell warm smoke and hear the crackling of brushwood in the fire. The girl quickened her pace and entered the clearing. Yes, she froze.
It’s light in the clearing, as if from the sun. In the middle of the clearing a large fire is burning, almost reaching to the sky. And people sit around the fire, some closer to the fire, some further away. They sit and talk quietly.
The girl looks at them and thinks: who are they? They don’t seem to look like hunters, even less like woodcutters: look how smart they are - some in silver, some in gold, some in green velvet.
The young people sit near the fire, and the old people sit at a distance.
And suddenly one old man turned around - the tallest, bearded, with eyebrows and looked in the direction where the girl stood.
She was scared and wanted to run away, but it was too late.
The old man asks her loudly:
Where did you come from, what do you want here?
The girl showed him her empty basket and said:
I need to collect snowdrops in this basket.
The old man laughed:
Is it snowdrops in January? What did you come up with!
“I didn’t make it up,” the girl replies, “but my stepmother sent me here for snowdrops and didn’t tell me to return home with an empty basket.”
Then all twelve looked at her and began to talk among themselves.
The girl stands there, listening, but doesn’t understand the words - as if it’s not people talking, but trees making noise.
They talked and talked and fell silent.
And the tall old man turned around again and asked:
What will you do if you don't find snowdrops? After all, they won’t even appear before March.
“I’ll stay in the forest,” says the girl. - I’ll wait for the month of March. It’s better for me to freeze in the forest than to return home without snowdrops.
She said this and cried.
And suddenly one of the twelve, the youngest, cheerful, with a fur coat over one shoulder, stood up and approached the old man:
Brother January, give me your place for an hour!
The old man stroked his long beard and said:
I would have given in, but March would not be there before February.
“Okay,” grumbled another old man, all shaggy, with a disheveled beard. - Give in, I won’t argue! We all know her well: sometimes you’ll meet her at an ice hole with buckets, sometimes in the forest with a bundle of firewood. All months have their own. We need to help her.
Well, have it your way,” said January.
He struck the ground with his ice staff and spoke:
Don't crack, it's frosty,
In a protected forest,
At the pine, at the birch
Don't chew the bark!
You're full of crows
Freeze,
Human habitation
Cool down!
The old man fell silent, and the forest became quiet. The trees stopped crackling from the frost, and the snow began to fall thickly, in large, soft flakes.
Well, now it’s your turn, brother,” said January and gave the staff to his younger brother, shaggy February.
He tapped his staff, shook his beard and boomed:
Winds, storms, hurricanes,
Blow as hard as you can!
Whirlwinds, blizzards and blizzards,
Get ready for the night!
Trumpet loudly in the clouds,
Hover above the ground.
Let the drifting snow run in the fields
White snake!
As soon as he said this, a stormy, wet wind rustled in the branches. Snow flakes began to swirl and white whirlwinds rushed across the ground.
And February gave his ice staff to his younger brother and said:
Now it's your turn, brother Mart.
Took it younger brother staff and hit the ground.
The girl looks, and this is no longer a staff. This is a large branch, all covered with buds.
Mart grinned and sang loudly, in all his boyish voice:
Run away, streams,
Spread, puddles,
Get out, ants,
After the winter cold!
A bear sneaks through
Through the dead wood.
The birds began to sing songs,
And the snowdrop blossomed.
The girl even clasped her hands. Where did the high snowdrifts go? Where are the ice icicles that hung on every branch!
Under her feet is soft spring soil. It's dripping, flowing, babbling all around. The buds on the branches are inflated, and the first green leaves are already peeking out from under the dark skin.
The girl looks and can’t see enough.
Why are you standing? - Mart tells her. - Hurry, my brothers gave you and me only one hour.
The girl woke up and ran into the thicket to look for snowdrops. And they are visible and invisible! Under bushes and under stones, on hummocks and under hummocks - everywhere you look. She collected a full basket, a full apron - and quickly went back to the clearing, where the fire was burning, where the twelve brothers were sitting.
And there is no longer a fire, no brothers... It’s light in the clearing, but not as before. The light did not come from the fire, but from the full moon that rose over the forest.
The girl regretted that she had no one to thank and went home. And a month swam after her.
Not feeling her feet under her, she ran to her door - and had just entered the house when the winter blizzard began to hum again outside the windows, and the moon hid in the clouds.
“Well,” her stepmother and sister asked, “have you returned home yet?” Where are the snowdrops?
The girl didn’t answer, she just poured snowdrops out of her apron onto the bench and put the basket next to it.
The stepmother and sister gasped:
Where did you get them?
The girl told them everything that happened. They both listen and shake their heads - they believe and don’t believe. It’s hard to believe, but there’s a whole heap of fresh, blue snowdrops on the bench. They just smell like March!
The stepmother and daughter looked at each other and asked:
Have months given you anything else?
Yes, I didn’t ask for anything else.
What a fool! - says the sister. - For once, I met all twelve months, but didn’t ask for anything except snowdrops! Well, if I were you, I'd know what to ask for. One has apples and sweet pears, another has ripe strawberries, the third has white mushrooms, the fourth has fresh cucumbers!
Smart girl, daughter! - says the stepmother. - In winter, strawberries and pears have no price. We would sell this and make so much money! And this fool brought snowdrops! Dress up, daughter, get warm and go to the clearing. They won’t deceive you, even if there are twelve of them and you are alone.
Where are they! - the daughter answers, and she herself puts her hands in her sleeves and puts a scarf on her head.
Her mother shouts after her:
Put on your mittens and button up your fur coat!
And my daughter is already at the door. She ran into the forest!
He follows his sister's footsteps and is in a hurry. “Hurry up,” he thinks, “to get to the clearing!”
The forest is getting thicker and darker. The snowdrifts are getting higher and the windfall is like a wall.
“Oh,” the stepmother’s daughter thinks, “why did I go into the forest! I would be lying at home in a warm bed now, but now go and freeze! You’ll still be lost here!”
And as soon as she thought this, she saw a light in the distance - as if a star had become entangled in the branches.
She went to the light. She walked and walked and came out into a clearing. In the middle of the clearing, a large fire is burning, and twelve brothers, twelve months old, are sitting around the fire. They sit and talk quietly.
The stepmother's daughter approached the fire itself, did not bow, did not say a friendly word, but chose a place where it was hotter and began to warm herself.
The month brothers fell silent. It became quiet in the forest. And suddenly the month of January hit the ground with his staff.
Who are you? - asks. -Where did it come from?
From home,” the stepmother’s daughter answers. - Today you gave my sister a whole basket of snowdrops. So I came in her footsteps.
We know your sister,” says January-month, “but we haven’t even seen you.” Why did you come to us?
For gifts. Let the month of June pour strawberries into my basket, and bigger ones. And July is the month of fresh cucumbers and white mushrooms, and the month of August is of apples and sweet pears. And September is the month of ripe nuts. And October...
Wait,” says the month of January. - There will be no summer before spring, and no spring before winter. The month of June is still a long way off. I am now the owner of the forest, I will reign here for thirty-one days.
Look, he's so angry! - says the stepmother’s daughter. - Yes, I didn’t come to you - you won’t get anything from you except snow and frost. To me summer months necessary.
The month of January frowned.
Look for summer in winter! - speaks.
He waved his wide sleeve, and a blizzard rose in the forest from ground to sky - it covered both the trees and the clearing on which the moon brothers had been sitting. The fire was no longer visible behind the snow, but you could only hear a fire whistling somewhere, crackling, blazing.
The stepmother's daughter was scared.
Stop doing that! - shouts. - Enough! Where is it?
The blizzard swirls around her, blinds her eyes, takes her breath away. She fell into a snowdrift and was covered with snow.
And the stepmother waited and waited for her daughter, looked out the window, ran out the door - she was gone, and that’s all. She wrapped herself up warmly and went into the forest. How can you really find anyone in the thicket in such a snowstorm and darkness!
She walked and walked and searched and searched until she herself froze.
So they both remained in the forest to wait for summer.
But the stepdaughter lived in the world for a long time, grew up big, got married and raised children.
And they say she had a garden near her house - and such a wonderful one, the likes of which the world has never seen. Earlier than everyone else, flowers bloomed in this garden, berries ripened, apples and pears were filled. In the heat it was cool there, in the snowstorm it was quiet.
This hostess has been staying with this hostess for twelve months at once! - people said.
Who knows - maybe it was so.
The fairy tale “12 months” was written by Samuil Yakovlevich Marshak in 1942. The author took the plot of the fairy tale from a Czech fairy tale and translated it into Russian. This is how the first version of the fairy tale that you read appeared.
A little later, the play “12 Months” was written, on the basis of which the cartoon was staged. The name of the fairy tale and the cartoon are the same, but how many differences are there? Invite your child to watch the cartoon, and then I counted 5 striking differences, and you?
So how many differences did you find? Who is bigger - you or your child?
SCRIPT "12 MONTHS"
CHARACTERS:
Evil stepmother
Stepmother's own daughter
Stepdaughter
Princess
Professor
Snowflakes -6
12 months:
September
1. In the palace
2. At the stepmother's house
3. In the winter forest
4. At the stepmother's house
5. In the palace
6. In the winter forest
START: Musical introduction – performance of the song SMALL COUNTRY
People tend to dream
Live by giving love and affection!
A wonderful fairy tale
We decided to show it.
Scene I in the palace.
(Princess, professor, minister)
palace chambers, lesson hall, table, armchair, inkwell
5 years have already passed since the king left this world, leaving the professor to take care of the princess. A young princess fancies herself a queen, is capricious and careless. What can you do, I grew up without a mother from birth and got used to telling everyone around.
The professor comes on stage.
Princess (offstage):
Professor, where are you?
Professor:
I'm a child here! It's time to start our lesson. Let's get started, Your Majesty. Let's repeat the writing rules.
Princess:
Oh really, this is all so boring. Every time it’s the same: study, study...
Professor:
Your Majesty, you can be stubborn, but if you want to become a queen, then you need to study!
Princess:
Tired of studying, studying, studying... That's all you know. Now I’ll issue a decree and order everyone to be executed. (Stomps his foot)
Professor:
For mercy, Your Majesty, why such disfavor?!
Princess (capriciously):
Because I got angry again. You lecture me all the time, I'm tired of it. Okay, I’ll do one task, and tell me to bring lunch. Well, what do you have there?
Professor (dictates):
- “The grass is turning green, the sun is shining, the Swallow is flying towards us in the canopy with spring!”
Princess (capriciously):
This verse is so long, and it's not spring, but Christmas. I won’t write like that...
Professor:
But the poet wrote like this
Princess:
But I want to write “The grass is shining” or just “The grass is turning green”. And just try to object to me. I am a queen, not a child!
The princess begins to carefully write a line, and at the same time looks out the window.
Princess:
What a snowstorm outside the window, howling and sweeping. I want spring. Exactly, let it spring will come!
Professor:
But, Your Majesty, this cannot be. Spring will come only when winter ends.
Princess:
Here you are again, contradicting me.
The princess calls the minister.
Princess (to the Minister):
Command winter, let it go, and let spring come. I want the snowdrifts to melt and the grass to turn green and grow. And let the birds sing.
Professor:
But, Your Majesty, what about the holidays? New Year, Christmas?
Princess:
Cancel holidays. Until the flowers are delivered to my chambers, there will be no New Year!
Professor:
But the first flowers will appear only in April...
Princess (surprised):
In April? And what kind of flowers?
Professor:
Snowdrops.
Princess:
How dare they, only in April...
Professor:
There are no snowdrops in the middle of winter - this is a law of nature. And at the end of December there will be no spring.
Princess:
What about today?
Professor:
End of December. And then, the beginning of January. Then February, March, and only then April.
Princess:
No, it won’t be January until they bring me snowdrops. And whoever brings these flowers, I will order them to be exchanged for gold coins.
Princess (addressing the Minister):
Minister! Immediately prepare the Decree: Flowers to the palace!
Scene II. At the stepmother's house.
(Stepmother, Daughter, Stepdaughter)
village hut.
Stepmother (to daughter):
Tired of sitting at home.
Daughter: So tired of the seat-
I just don’t have the strength to lie down!
Stepmother: Tired of sitting at home. I love visiting friends.
Chat, listen to new gossip.
Daughter:
As always, with open ears...
Well, I love to eat
And sleep.. (falls asleep)
Herald -
Royal Decree: A reward awaits whoever brings a snowdrop to the palace on New Year's Eve!
Stepmother (to daughter):
Did you hear? Where is our basket?!
They start looking.
Stepmother (about Stepdaughter):
Where does this lazy girl go? We will send her!
The Stepdaughter appears with a bundle of firewood.
Stepmother:
Where are you walking?! We've been waiting for you for an hour.
Daughter:
You're always walking somewhere, wandering...
Stepdaughter:
I went to get some brushwood.
Daughter and stepmother (in unison):
Now go into the forest for snowdrops!
Stepdaughter:
What about the snowdrops in the forest in winter?
Stepmother:
Are you arguing again? It was said, take the basket, go into the forest and don’t you dare come back without snowdrops!
Pushes his stepdaughter out the door.
Stepmother: My swallow, and you
Get ready, for the Queen
In the morning we will go with you:
Let's take her flowers
And we'll get a lot of money,
We won’t know that there will be any grief!
(takes Daughter backstage)
Daughter: We'll get a lot of money! And we will not know grief! (Leave)
Scene III. Snowy forest.
(Stepdaughter, brothers-months)
Snowflake girls appear on stage
(to the music of the blizzard)
1 snowflake:
We are white snowflakes
We fly, we fly, we fly.
Paths and paths
We'll screw it all up.
2 snowflakes
Let's circle over the garden
On a cold winter day
And we'll sit quietly next to you
With people like us.
3 snowflake
We dance over the fields
We lead our own round dance,
Where, we don’t know ourselves,
The wind will carry us.
4 snowflakes:
On pine and birch
Fringe -
White yarn
Winter has confused them.
5 snowflake:
Light fluffy,
Snowflake white,
How clean
How brave!
6 snowflake:
It's snowing, it's snowing,
Dark night spinning!
We gathered in a circle,
They spun like a snowball.
DANCE OF SNOWFLAKES
Stepdaughter:
It's very scary in the forest at night
To die from the evil cold,
Oh, snowdrop flowers,
I won't see you in the spring.
Suddenly the Stepdaughter notices a fire among the trees.
Frost is celebrating
The gray blizzard is angry.
Who else for Christmas?
What if you can’t sit at home?
A picture opens: the moon brothers are sitting by a magic fire.
Month February:
Who is that wandering among the trees? Come out into the light.
Stepdaughter:
Hello. Can I warm up a little by your fire?
January:
Go to the fire and warm yourself. Come on, sit down.
November:
I see her here often.
Stepdaughter:
Usually behind dead wood
I go to the forest in winter
Pick snowdrops in the forest
Suddenly it was ordered...
By the queen herself!
And my stepmother
I didn't dare disobey
Make people laugh though
In truth, it’s not hunting.
And the Girl began to cry.
Month March:
Don't cry, we can help your troubles!
Stop it, our big brother,
Light January, blizzard swirling!
April:
Can you borrow the staff?
Half an hour, believe me, is enough for me.
Hit the ground with your staff!
January:
I don't mind - how's February?
February:
I don't mind, what do I need?
I will give way to spring!
The brothers pass the staff to each other and knock it on the ground. April is the last to take the staff.
April:
Go, quickly collect your snowdrops. We made spring for you for half an hour.
MUSIC The girl runs off to collect snowdrops and returns with a basket of flowers.
Stepdaughter (happily):
Thank you, dear brothers! You saved me from the wrath of my Stepmother!
June:
Good is always rewarded with good. Well, now go home safely. And here's what else...
Hands the ring to the Girl.
July: (referring to the month in the sky)
Month, you are our heavenly brother!
Show our guest off
And bring it home.
October:
Keep our ring!
September:
Do not tell anybody,
You, beauty about us!
Stepdaughter:
I will not say!
August (they see her off, wave after her)
Well, good morning!
Scene IV. In the Stepmother's house
Daughter:
Someone is knocking on the door. Maybe a beast? Or is there a snowstorm?
The Stepdaughter comes through the door and places the basket in front of the Stepmother and her Daughter.
Stepdaughter (tiredly): Well, I went behind the stove to bask in a warm place! (goes to the central stage)
Daughter: Let's quickly run to the palace!
Stepmother: Oh, I'm mortally glad!
Daughter: I'll ask for a big casket
With a huge reward! (Run away to the right)
They quickly get dressed and leave.
Scene V. In the palace.
(Professor, Minister, Princess)
throne room, decorated Christmas tree, princess sitting on the throne.
Minister:
Happy New Year to you, Your Majesty!
Princess:
Don't you understand at all? I said that without flowers the New Year will not come!
Professor (nervously):
Your Majesty - this is a joke?
Princess:
I'm not in the mood for jokes. So where are the flowers? Bring them to me urgently!
Professor:
But, Your Majesty, on Christmas Eve there are only snowstorms in the forest!
Princess (irritated):
You dare to contradict me again?!
Suddenly a noise is heard behind the stage. The minister leaves to find out what it is.
The Minister, Stepmother and Daughter appear.
Professor (seeing the flowers):
I'm probably going crazy. There are flowers!!! Spring - winter? Oh my God!!!
Princess (joyfully):
Professor, what did I tell you? Give flowers here! Where did you get them?
Stepmother (stammering):
My daughter and I were lost and lost among the snowdrifts in the forest all night and suddenly we found flowers.
Princess (surprised):
Stepmother (pushing her daughter with her elbow):
Carry on!
Daughter:
Well, we walk through the thicket and see a bird sitting and calling for spring...
Princess:
Who is he calling?
Daughter (pushing Stepmother in the side):
Continue!
Stepmother:
Well, spring is calling, well... the sun is there,... blooming! And the flowers bloomed from her singing...
Minister (incredulously):
Can't be!
Stepmother:
Well, we quickly lied to the whole basket!
Daughter (pushes Stepmother in the side):
They didn’t lie, they lied!
Stepmother:
What am I saying, they picked it and went straight to the palace.
Daughter:
To get gold for them. Here.
Princess (important and majestic):
Minister, reward them. Fill the basket with gold.
Princess (addressing stepmother and daughter):
Take us immediately to where you found the flowers! Otherwise I will order you to be executed!
Stepmother and Daughter fall to their knees in fear.
Stepmother:
Your Majesty, have mercy. Save, have mercy! It was not we who found the flowers, but our lazy girl.
Daughter:
Yes, yes, that's all my sister. You ask her.
Princess:
Bring your sister here! No, we’d better pick her up on the road. Carriage for me. Immediately!
Scene VI. In the winter forest.
(Princess, Professor, Minister, Stepmother and Daughter, Stepdaughter, 12 month-old brothers)
On stage are the Princess, Stepmother and Daughter. The stepmother silently points to the stepdaughter.
At this time, the stepdaughter is examining the ring and admiring it.
The Princess sneaks up on the Stepdaughter.
Princess:
Come on, show me your ring and show me where snowdrops grow in winter!
Stepdaughter (scared):
Princess (impatiently):
I am the Queen! Well, tell me quickly.
Stepdaughter:
But there are no more flowers there.
Princess (impatiently):
Where did you get them?
Stepdaughter:
I can not tell. It's a secret!
Princess (angry):
What?! Secrets from me!!! Execute!!! Oh yes... give me the ring!
He pulls out the ring, it falls and rolls.
Stepdaughter:
Oh, dear brothers, come to my aid.
Brothers-months take the stage
January:
Did you call us? We came.
Stepmother:
And who is this?
Princess (January):
Who are you!
Stepmother (loudly, guessed):
He must be the Snowman!
Daughter (sarcastically at Stepmother):
And then you are the Snow Woman!
Stepmother:
How dare you my own mother call him a snow woman?
Daughter:
And you are just like a snow woman. As cold and angry as a dog.
Stepmother and Daughter begin to quarrel and call each other names.
They fought like dogs. On business and reward!
March:
Look, they turned into two dogs.
Princess (scared):
Even though I am the Queen, I am afraid. I did not want to offend you.
Princess (points to the minister):
It's all him. He wrote decrees.
Minister:
Well, I found the extreme one again.
January (Princess):
You better ask for forgiveness from all those you offended.
Princess (addressing the minister, professor):
Forgive me for being proud, stubborn, capricious, and not polite. I promise I'll get better.
Princess (addressing Stepdaughter):- And forgive me for everything. You and I are both orphans.
Stepdaughter (listens): oh, listen, the clock is striking, let's leave all the grievances of last year!
Through the dense forest,
Blizzard field
The winter holiday is coming to us.
So let's say it together:
TOGETHER“Hello, hello, New Year!”
PERFORMANCE OF A SONG ABOUT A SNOWFLAKE
Marianna Khaustova
Methodological development performance using the example of the fairy tale “Twelve Months” based on the fairy tale by S. Ya. Marshak. Fairy tale script
Staging the play in kindergarten This is a great holiday, and great opportunities for the implementation of various educational tasks. When working on a performance, there is complete integration of all educational areas: artistic and aesthetic development, speech development, cognitive development, socio-communicative development and physical development.
When working on a play, many tasks are posed, and when solving them, many questions arise. Therefore, it is important to highlight several stages of work on the performance, during which certain tasks will be solved.
1. Preparatory stage
1. Immersion in a fairy tale. Getting to know the plot, reading the original source (if there is one) and the script.
2. Analysis of the characters' characters.
3. Distribution of roles.
4. Preparing costumes for all characters.
5. Selection of musical repertoire.
6. Selection of dance compositions.
7. Making decorations.
In the fairy tale "Twelve Months" the two main characters are the stepdaughter and the young queen.
Stepdaughter a very kind girl, hardworking, she helps everyone. She is very modest and quiet in character. She does not dare to contradict her Stepmother, although she understands the absurdity of her order to go for snowdrops. And at the same time, she has an inner strength that helps her keep her word to the Months and not tell anyone where she got the snowdrops. For this, at the end of the tale, the Months reward her.
Queen, on the contrary, she is quarrelsome, lazy, capricious. She is bored and comes up with all sorts of stupid things, not thinking that there are laws of nature. which must not be violated. As a result, she learns a good life lesson and promises to become kind and attentive to people.
Stepmother and stepmother's daughter greedy for money. They want to get them at any cost and send their stepdaughter to certain death. At the same time, the Stepmother shows exaggerated love for her daughter, allowing her everything and fulfilling all her desires. At the end of the tale, the Months punish them for their quarrelsome nature, disrespect for each other, and eternal quarrels. The stepdaughter again shows the breadth of her soul and asks that the punishment for the stepmother and her daughter not be eternal. She forgives immediately, she feels sorry for them. In our production, the stepmother and her daughter were played by adults, since negative characters It is not recommended for children to play.
Another change in the fairy tale - December and Santa Claus are one character, played by an adult, the rest of the months are played by children.
At distribution of roles There are several factors to consider:
Child's speech
Memory (the main characters and the professor have a large amount of text)
The character of the child.
It is necessary to take into account the child’s character, since he will cope with the role more successfully if the hero is close and understandable to him.
At least 22 people take part in the performance (preferably more).
TO preparing costumes It is advisable to involve the children's parents.
For the months you can make various capes and hats:
For winter months white with edging of different shades or colors;
For spring - March - blue, April - green with snowdrops, May - green with dandelions;
For summer - green with berries and fruits;
For autumn - yellow with wheat ears, acorns, mushrooms, leaves.
Your stepdaughter will need two outfits: one modest, for example, a sundress and a scarf, and a beautiful one. elegant dress, fur coat and boots.
For the Queen: a magnificent dress, a crown and a fur coat.
For the Professor: master's robe and cap.
When selecting musical material taken into account:
Accessibility for children;
Aesthetic and artistic value of musical works.
The proposed scenario uses classical music by Russian and foreign composers. It sounds as the background for the exit of the characters, at the moment of changing scenery and for dance compositions.
The dance compositions in the performance are improvisational in nature, but at the same time they play very important role: the change of seasons occurs through dance numbers with various attributes (leaves, snow plumes, snowdrops, butterflies).
Decorations depend on the size of the hall and the possibilities of their placement. In a small room you will definitely need:
Curtain "Winter Forest"
Decorated Christmas tree
Illuminated mirror ball
Children's chairs
Table and chair (for the Queen).
2. Main stage takes 3-4 weeks and includes learning roles and rehearsals.
At the beginning, the director learns the roles, with all the necessary intonations and accents, and then the parents help teach the text. You need to rehearse individual scenes so that the children do not get tired. Dances are learned separately and then rehearsed in scenes. When all the scenes have been learned, a rehearsal for the entire performance is held.
3. The final stage.
The final stage involves a dress rehearsal and performance. dress rehearsal is held in costumes, with all the attributes and decorations. It makes it possible to identify problematic issues in the production and eliminate them. If necessary, two dress rehearsals can be held.
On the day of the performance, you should not take children to rehearsals. You need to set a joyful mood, ask them to be responsible and collected. And most importantly, enjoy the performance.
Twelve months - script New Year's party for the preparatory group.
Play for older children preschool age based on the fairy tale by S. Ya. Marshak.
Characters:
Stepdaughter Mashenka
Young Queen
2 herald officers
Professor
12 months – January (adult, aka Santa Claus, February, March, April, May, July
Girls - Snowflakes, streams, butterflies and bees, snowdrops, autumn leaves, blizzard.
Act one.
Scene 1
A. Glazunov From the ballet "The Seasons" Frost.
Winter forest. The Hare runs out into the clearing. Jumps, rubs its paws, trying to warm up. A squirrel is gnawing nuts on a tree stump.
It's been freezing all day long,
My paws are cold, my nose is cold!
Would you like, squirrels,
Play burners?
1st squirrel.
Oblique, oblique,
Don't go barefoot
And walk around with shoes on,
Wrap up your paws.
If you're wearing shoes,
The wolves won't find the hare
The bear won't find you.
Come out - you'll burn!
The hare stands in front, followed by two squirrels.
Burn, burn clearly
So that it doesn't go out,
Look at the sky
Birds are flying
The bells are ringing!
The squirrels, having run around the hare, run away from him in different directions and peek out from behind the trees, standing on chairs and cubes. At this time, the Stepdaughter comes out with an armful of brushwood, dragging the sled behind her. Hiding behind a tree, he watches the game of burners.
It's not fair to play like that, squirrels,
I can't reach the branch.
1st squirrel.
Jump up, jump up!
2nd squirrel.
Wave your tail harder!
Hare (offended).
My tail is short.
You're laughing, squirrels, in vain!
Stepdaughter.
I can’t, it’s funny to the point of tears,
He says: short tail!
(sighs, looks at the sky)
Soon the sun will set,
The stepmother is waiting with firewood.
We need to collect brushwood
And don’t stand idle.
He goes backstage, collecting brushwood.
Music sounds, two old men January and December come out.
Brother, take care of the housekeeping:
Count all the animals.
Someone is wandering, someone is sleeping,
A squirrel sits in a hollow,
A short hare is under a bush,
A wolf wanders in a dense forest,
Foxes, badgers, martens,
Jackdaws, sparrows, tits.
What about snow and ice?
I covered the ground with a carpet.
He gave fur coats to all the trees;
There is ice in lakes and rivers.
Nice job, brother!
Are you happy? Well, I'm glad.
Time, brother, does not wait for us:
The holiday is coming, New Year.
The snow needs to be renewed
Silver the Christmas trees
Decorate everything around.
Wave your sleeve!
Isn't it too early, dear brother?
Someone's sled is standing here
I'll cover all the paths
And there is no way to find it.
Hush, brother, wait,
Do you hear the snow creaking, footsteps?
The stepdaughter comes out and puts brushwood in the sled.
Stepdaughter (scared).
Now it's time to go home.
Oh, who's that behind the pine tree?
Old men in warm fur coats...
Scary as being alone in the wilderness! (sighs with relief).
Apparently it seemed to me...
A cap of snow on a pine tree (the sled quickly takes away).
We know this guest:
From spring to winter
He comes to the forest on business.
We all know her.
Don't expect any more guests in the forest.
Call all your brothers here.
Brothers-months, it's time
Gather around the fire.
Smoking spring resins,
Boil honey for a whole year.
It's time for us to lock up the forest,
So that no one can find out
Where do we make a fire?
And we carry on our conversation.
White blizzard - blizzard,
Whip up the flying snow.
You smoke
You're smoking
They fell to the ground in peace.
Wrap the earth in a shroud,
Stand as a wall in front of the forest.
Here's the key, here's the lock,
So that no one can pass!
Music is playing Decorating the Christmas tree from the ballet The Nutcracker by P. I. Tchaikovsky, a mirror ball is turned on. The months pass, the scenery changes.
Picture 2.
A room in the Queen's palace. She sits at the table and writes in a notebook. A professor in glasses with a pointer in his hands walks around the room, looking at his notebook from time to time.
Queen.
The grass is green,
The sun shines,
Professor.
Swallow with spring
It's flying towards us in the canopy!
Queen (throws down her pen).
I hate writing!
I'll tear up the notebook now.
Professor.
Just be patient for a little while,
There is only one line left.
The chancellor enters with papers in his hands and bows low.
Good morning, Your Majesty!
I wouldn't want to disturb you,
But I ask you to sign
Three decrees very quickly...
Queen.
Fine! (To the Professor)
But your phrase
I'm not going to write.
(To the Chancellor)
But what's here? I doubt…
One of two things here: execute
Or be pardoned.
The Queen pronounces the words “execute” and “pardon” syllable by syllable. Thinking.
Queen.
I’ll write “execute”, in short.
Oh, I’m tired, I have no urine.
The Chancellor bows and leaves.
Professor.
What have you done, oh my God!
Queen.
Ah, you're talking about the same thing again!
Where is the mistake? “Scheming” or what?
Professor.
Queen, your will,
Without thinking, you decided
The man was killed.
Queen.
I have to think, think
You can go so crazy!
I'm tired of your lesson
There's enough to do without it.
You will cheer me up
Tell me something.
Professor.
If it pleases you,
Exactly twelve months
Make up a whole year.
And they all have their turn.
As soon as one leaves, another immediately comes.
Before brother January
Don't wait for February.
Before August - September,
Before October – November
They never come.
Queen.
Oh, what nonsense.
I'm tired of the snowstorm
I wish it was April.
Professor.
You have no power over nature,
Get better at fashion.
Queen.
I can make a law.
Well, I'll send you out.
(to the side)
Bring me the stamp.
Professor.
Will you allow me to say?
We all need months:
February gives us pancakes,
October gives us mushrooms,
December gives us a Christmas tree,
In March the streams run.
And the snowdrops are blooming,
If it's April outside
And drops are ringing everywhere...
Queen.
I love snowdrops
Therefore I command...
(to the professor)
Where's the pen?
Write quickly...
Chancellor! Bring me the stamp!
The curtain closes. Fanfare sounds. Two heralds come out.
1st herald.
Attention! Attention!
Listen to the royal command!
2nd herald.
Narvit before dawn
Simple snowdrops,
And they will give you for it
A basket of gold!
Fanfare sounds.
Picture 3.
Decorations in the stepmother's house. A stove, a bench, baskets of different sizes. The daughter is sorting through the baskets on the bench, the mother is rolling out the dough.
I found three baskets:
This one is quite small.
But this one will do,
Will there be a lot of gold included?
Enough for a horse with a bridle
Yes, a big one with a porch.
No, this is the one I need.
Deep and wide.
You will walk in gold
And eat and drink on gold.
What can we say about this?
Where can I get flowers?
Maybe they grow in the forest,
Do they bloom under the snowdrifts?
I'll go into the forest to look for them,
I want to go to the palace.
Apparently you've gone crazy!
There's a snowstorm and darkness outside!
You won't find anything
You'll freeze there and disappear.
If you don't tell me to go,
Then send your sister.
Daughter, you’re right!
She will bring firewood,
We'll send her back to the forest.
If he finds flowers, we'll take them down
We are snowdrops with you
The queen is young.
The stake will freeze, know fate,
One word - orphan.
The whistle of the wind, the howl of the blizzard, the door slams - the stepdaughter enters. He takes off his scarf, shakes off the snow and warms his hands by the fire.
Well, you've warmed up, get dressed,
Go back to the forest again,
You'll find snowdrops there
And you will bring it in a basket.
Stepdaughter.
Snowdrops?
In the forest, in winter?
You are laughing at me!
Stepmother: I have no time for jokes now,
And the royal decree:
Find snowdrops in the forest
And bring them to the palace!
Get ready quickly
Don't come back without flowers!
(Pushes Mashenka out into the street.)
Stepmother (to daughter):
What, Marfushenka, my friend,
Do you want a sweet pie?
Or a delicious candy?
There is no denying you anything!
I want to get some snowdrops,
To get to the palace for the ball!
So that they give us gold
And we became rich!
Do what I want!
Otherwise I’ll scream!
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! (Stepmother consoles her daughter).
Act two. Picture 1.
The introduction to “Kikimora” by A. Lyadov sounds. Winter forest, twilight, the stepdaughter makes her way through the snowdrifts, wrapping herself in a scarf. Wearily sits down on a tree stump.
Stepdaughter.
Oh, what silence
I'm all alone in the forest.
Someone is walking behind you... (gets up, looks around)
It seemed. What darkness:
You can't see your hands.
What to do? Sit here?
Sits on a tree stump and dozes. A hare jumps out from behind a tree.
Hey, you'll freeze like that, don't sleep!
Squirrel, squirrel, help!
(throws pine cones at the girl)
Stepdaughter.
Did someone tell me something?
He threw cones at me.
I think I fell asleep.
You can't sleep in the cold!
The stepdaughter is jumping from foot to foot, trying to stay warm.
Raven arrives.
Ka-ar-r-r-r! Carrrr! Car-r-r-r!
I have become very old these days!
But in such bad weather
I didn't see any people in the forest.
Old raven, don't be angry,
You'd better step aside.
We wanted to warm the girl,
She will freeze here under the spruce tree.
She's still in the forest
She will freeze until the morning alone.
I see a light in the distance
And although the path to it is long,
Let her go there
Good luck awaits her there. Car-r-r-r-r! (Flies away).
Mashenka:
Oh! I see a light!
Is he close or far?
I'll go there anyway
Otherwise I'll be lost.
Goodbye, Zainka,
Goodbye, Squirrel!
Squirrel and Bunny: Have a nice trip, girl!
A large clearing in the forest, around a fire for months they dance in a circle and sing “Burn, burn clear!” (phonogram of song from film)
Burn, burn clearly
So that it doesn't go out,
Burn, burn brighter
Summer will be hotter
And winter is warmer,
And spring is sweeter!
Burn, burn clearly
So that it doesn't go out!
Mashenka approaches the fire.
Mashenka: Good evening!
Months: Good evening!
Mashenka: I'm cold and chilled!
Can I warm myself by the fire?
I have nowhere else to go.
Even by our fire
Nobody ever warmed up
But we allow you
We invite you to our close circle!
We are both summer and winter
We see you often!
Every day you are at work,
How much worry do you have!
In the garden and in the forest,
Both around the house and in the garden!
But tell me why you came,
Did you bring this basket?
Mashenka:
My stepmother sent me
And besides, she ordered
Don't come back without flowers.
It's better for me to stay in the forest.
Why are you sitting there, April?
Your guest, welcome.
Brother January, please help me.
Give up your place for an hour.
I'm glad to help, of course.
But it's still February and March.
February. I guess I'll give in.
March. Brothers, I don't like to argue.
January takes the staff and hits the ground with it.
Don't crack, it's frosty,
In a protected forest,
At the pine, at the birch
Don't chew the bark.
It's enough for you to freeze the crows,
Cool down human habitation! (Knocks three times with the staff).
Now it’s your turn, brother February! (Hands over the staff).
February: (speaking in the background sounding music Vivaldi "The Seasons. Winter")
Winds, storms, hurricanes,
Blow as hard as you can!
Winds, whirlwinds and storms,
Get ready for the night!
Trumpet loudly in the clouds,
Soar above the ground
Let the drifting snow run in the fields
A white snake. (S. Ya. Marshak)
Dance of Snowflakes
February: Now it’s your turn, brother Mart. (Hands over the staff).
March: The snow is no longer the same
He darkened in the field.
The ice on the lakes is cracked,
It's like they split it.
The clouds are moving faster
The sky has become higher
The sparrow chirped
Have fun on the roof. (S. Ya. Marshak)
March: Well, now take the staff, brother April!
Run away, streams,
Spread out, puddles!
Get out, ants,
After the winter cold.
A bear sneaks through
Through the dead wood.
The birds began to sing songs -
And the snowdrop blossomed! (S. Ya. Marshak)
Snowdrop dance to music P. Tchaikovsky "April". In the hands of
dancing flowers. Mashenka comes out for the third part of the music and
collects these flowers. The snowdrops are gradually leaving. Mashenka
coming up to the Months.
Mashenka.
Thank you all for your kindness,
You gave me a fairy tale.
Wait, don't go!
Take a ring to say goodbye.
If suddenly something bad happens,
Let it roll faster.
Don't waste your time,
Repeat these words:
“You roll, roll, little ring,
On the spring porch,
In the summer canopy,
In the autumn mansion,
Yes on the winter carpet
To the New Year's bonfire!
Take care of the ring
Don't say where you got it.
Mashenka:
I got it! Thank you
I won’t say a word! (Leaves).
Picture 2.
Decorating the Christmas tree from P. I. Tchaikovsky’s ballet “The Nutcracker” sounds. Royal Palace. The Queen sits on a throne near the Christmas tree, in her hands
chamomile. The Queen picks off chamomile petals and says:
Queen: They will bring it - they won’t bring it - they will bring it - they won’t bring it.
Teacher: No, this has never happened before,
So that spring comes in winter
And on snowdrifts
A snowdrop would suddenly bloom.
Skip! Skip!"
The Stepmother and Marfusha enter and fall at the Queen’s feet.
Stepmother: We heard a decree,
They immediately ran into the forest.
Look - flowers are blooming there
Unprecedented beauty.
And snowdrops and roses,
Despite all the frosts,
They bloom on the snowdrifts,
Everything around is fragrant!
Queen: It turned out I was right!
Well, everyone shout “Hurray!”
I am so glad! I am so glad!
You will be rewarded for this!
And now everyone is in a round dance,
We are celebrating the New Year!
Everyone is dancing a couple dance around the Christmas tree
(or a New Year's round dance is performed).
Queen:
I'm tired of dancing here,
I wanted to take a walk.
Order the sleigh to be equipped,
Let's go to the forest to look for flowers,
But these two persons
They will show us where the snowdrifts are,
Which have flowers
Unprecedented beauty!
The stepmother and Marfusha fall at the Queen’s feet.
Stepmother: Oh, forgive us! We lied!
We have never been to the forest!
Queen: Where did you get the flowers?
Stepmother: We took this from Masha.
At night she went into the forest
And I found snowdrops.
Queen: Let her show us the way,
Otherwise she will be punished!
And now we are going to the forest,
How many miracles await us there!
Professor: But it’s dark in the forest now,
All the paths are covered with snow,
Neither pass nor pass,
We'll get stuck there on the way!
Queen: The soldiers must be ordered
Clear the road in the forest.
Soldiers! Attention! Take the brooms
Follow the order!
Act three. Picture 1.
The music "Rime" from the ballet "The Seasons" by A. Glazunov is playing
Winter forest. Forest Glade. Two squirrels run out.
1st squirrel. Hello, squirrel! Happy New Year!
2nd squirrel. Happy new snow and frost!
1st squirrel. Here's a cone for you as a gift!
2nd squirrel. Wait, a little bunny is running.
The hare runs out.
1st squirrel. Hello, hare! Happy New Year!
2 apple. Happy new coat and frost!
You'd better tell me:
Have you seen a wolf here?
The gray one wants to eat me!
1st squirrel. I see a wolf by the road.
2nd squirrel. Take your feet away, hare.
The hare and squirrels run away. Mashenka comes out into the clearing.
Mashenka.
What should I do? What should I do?
How can I help my grief?
I'll have to take the ring
Call Mesyatsev for help.
(raises the ring high and says)
You roll, roll, little ring.
The Queen and her retinue creep up from behind.
Queen: Where did she get the ring from?
My heart tells me
That there is room for miracles here.
I will take it away and not give it back!
The Queen is trying to take Mashenka’s ring, all the courtiers are
they attack her, the ring rolls.
Mashenka:
You roll, roll, little ring,
On the spring porch,
In the summer canopy,
In the autumn mansion,
Yes on the winter carpet
To the New Year's bonfire! (S. Ya. Marshak)
G the light goes out, it sounds Winter Vivaldi, Dance of Snowflakes, they spin and take you away Stepdaughter.
Daughter. Oh, save me, help me.
Mother, hold me.
Queen. I want to go home soon.
Professor. The wind died down and everything became lighter.
Sounds music Snowdrop by Tchaikovsky. Streams sound and birds sing.
And the streams are babbling. Spring!
That's right, the kidneys are swelling.
And the snowdrop blooms.
Tchaikovsky's "Snowdrop" is playing. The girls run out with snowdrops, sit down and everyone starts picking flowers. Butterflies and bees fly out.
Daughter. How much sun, how much light
Queen. It's summer.
Professor.
This is no accident.
Winter - and butterflies fly,
This simply does not happen!
Stepmother. Oh, how stuffy!
Daughter. Ah, the heat.
Professor.
My throat is dry
Where is the water?
Phonogram of thunder, rain. Vivaldi Storm. T the appearance of autumn leaves.
Queen: I'm wet, help me
Bring me the umbrella quickly.
Professor. Everything is blurry, there is dirt everywhere,
We can't get into the palace.
The sleigh will not go without snow.
God, what will happen to us?
Soundtrack of a blizzard.
Daughter. The water in the stream froze again.
Chancellor. Look at the snow. It's winter again
Waltz of snow flakes. Tchaikovsky Dance of Snowflakes.
Queen.
I'm cold. What frost!
Stepmother. And a wolf howl is heard nearby.
We would like to get to the palace.
No horses, no dogs.
Professor.
Yes, we were in trouble.
Who should we harness to the sleigh?
I have not solved such problems.
Queen.
If only I knew
I didn’t sign the decree.
Yes, it was a stupid decree.
Freeze here because of you.
Stop the screaming and tears!
Look: at the birch...
(An old man in a fur coat comes out - January)
Oh, what beauty!
Well, winter has come again.
Oh, I'm tired, I'm tired.
Who will rescue us?
Stepmother: I wish I could call Santa Claus!
Stepmother and Queen (together): Santa Claus! Come here!
We have trouble, trouble, trouble!
Santa Claus (aka January) comes out.
Santa Claus: Who's yelling at the whole forest?
Who is calling me for help?
Queen: It’s me, your Queen,
Help me out of trouble quickly.
Take us to the palace
I'll give it to you for this. casket
Santa Claus: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
You made me laugh.
What is the casket? I'm rich myself
A hundred times richer than you.
Would you like to keep warm,
Well, don’t you have anything to wear?
Come on, Mishenka, my friend,
Bring the big chest here!
The bear brings out a large chest.
Stepmother: Good Grandfather Frost!
Did you bring us gifts?
Give us a fur coat quickly,
We can't stand it for a minute!
Santa Claus: Get what you deserve
Don't forget me!
The stepmother and Marfusha put on fur coats. They start arguing loudly about whose
the fur coat is better and more expensive, they gradually lower themselves onto all fours and
turn into dogs and run away barking.
Santa Claus: And for our Queen,
Let's find an even more beautiful fur coat,
Queen: Santa Claus! I'm sorry!
I will be good from now on!
I'll become smarter now
Be kinder to your subjects.
Father Frost: It’s not me who needs to forgive,
And who was offended by you!
To the music - the introduction to the Waltz of the Flowers from the ballet "The Nutcracker" - an elegant Mashenka comes out.
Everyone admires her.
Stepdaughter: I don’t hold a grudge against the Queen,
I know how cold it is here in a snowstorm.
Forgive everyone, Grandfather Frost,
Come home for the holiday!
Father Frost: For the sake of such a holiday
We are ready to forgive you all.
Get into the wonderful sleigh,
Rush quickly to the palace.
Santa Claus hits his staff three times, three horses appear,
everyone gets into the sleigh. To the music from Minkus's ballet "Horses", all participants in the performance go around the Christmas tree and arrive at the "palace".
Father Frost:
We rushed for a long time, finally
There is a palace in front of us!
There's a Christmas tree here,
Forest beauty.
Let's light the lights on it,
Let's sing a sonorous song.
The lights on the tree are lit, everyone stands around the tree and walks
attractions). Gifts are decorated as if they were flowers
snowdrift (each gift is wrapped in a green bag with a flower).
Samuel Marshak
Twelve months
Dramatic tale CharactersOld stepmother.
Stepdaughter.
Queen, a girl of about fourteen.
Chamberlain, a tall, skinny old lady.
The Queen's teacher, professor of arithmetic and penmanship.
Chief of the Royal Guard.
Royal Guard Officer.
Crown Prosecutor.
Ambassador of the Western Power.
Ambassador of the Eastern Power.
Chief gardener.
Gardeners.
Old Soldier.
Young Soldier.
Old Raven.
First Squirrel.
Second Squirrel.
Twelve months.
First Herald.
Second Herald.
Courtiers.
ACT ONE
PICTURE ONE
Winter forest. A secluded clearing. The snow, undisturbed by anyone, lies in wavy snowdrifts and covers the trees with fluffy caps. Very quiet. For several moments the stage is empty, even as if dead. After Sunbeam runs through the snow and illuminates the whitish-gray wolf's head peeking out from the thicket, the crow on the pine tree, the squirrel perched in the fork of the branches near the hollow. You can hear rustling, flapping of wings, crunching of dry wood. The forest comes to life.
Wolf. Woohoo! You will look as if there is no one in the forest, as if everything is empty all around. You can't fool me! I can smell a hare here, a squirrel in a hollow, a crow on a branch, and partridges in a snowdrift. Woohoo! I would have eaten them all!
Crow. Carr, carr! If you lie, you won’t eat them all.
Wolf. Don't croak. My stomach is churning from hunger, my teeth are clicking on their own.
Crow. Carr, carr! Go on your way, brother, and don’t hurt anyone. Yes, be careful not to touch you. I am a keen-eyed raven, I can see thirty miles from a tree.
Wolf. Well, what do you see?
Crow. Carr, carr! On the way soldier is coming. Wolf's death is behind him, wolf's death is on his side. Carr, carr! Where are you going, gray one?
Wolf. It's boring to listen to you, old man, I'll run to where you are not! (Runs away.)
Crow. Carr, carr! The gray one went away, chickened out. Deeper into the forest - away from death. But the soldier is not following the wolf, but following the Christmas tree. The sled pulls along. Today's holiday is New Year. No wonder the New Year’s frost hit, and it was bitter. Eh, I wish I could spread my wings, fly, get warm - but I’m old, old... Karr, karr! (Hides among the branches.)
The 3rd egg jumps out into the clearing. Another one appears on the branches next to the previous Squirrel.
Hare (slapping paw on paw). Cold, cold, cold. The frost is breathtaking; your paws freeze as you run toward the snow. Squirrels, squirrels, let's play burners. Call out to the sun, invite spring!
First Squirrel. Come on, hare. Who will burn first?
Oblique, oblique,
Don't go barefoot
And walk around with shoes on,
Wrap up your paws.
If you're wearing shoes,
The wolves won't find the hare
The bear won't find you.
Come out - you'll burn!
The hare gets ahead. Behind him are two Squirrels.
Hare.
Burn, burn clearly
So that it doesn't go out.
Look at the sky - the birds are flying,
The bells are ringing!
First Squirrel. Catch it, hare!
Second Squirrel. You won't catch up!
The squirrels, having run around the Hare to the right and left, rush through the snow. The hare is behind them. At this time, the Stepdaughter comes into the clearing. She is wearing a large torn scarf, an old jacket, worn-out shoes, and rough mittens. She pulls a sled behind her, and has an ax in her belt. The girl stops between the trees and looks intently at the Hare and Squirrels. They are so busy playing that they don’t notice it. Squirrels are running up a tree.
Hare. Where are you going, where are you going? You can’t do that, it’s not fair! I'm not playing with you anymore.
First Squirrel. And you, hare, jump, jump!
Second Squirrel. Jump up, jump up!
First Squirrel. Wave your tail and hit the branch!
Hare (trying to jump, pitifully). Yes, I have a short tail...
The squirrels laugh. The girl too. The Hare and Squirrels quickly look back at her and hide.
Stepdaughter (wiping tears with a mitten). Oh, I can't! How funny! It became hot in the cold. My tail, he says, is short. That's what he says. If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I wouldn't have believed it! (Laughs.)
A Soldier enters the clearing. He has a large ax in his belt. He also pulls a sled. The soldier is a mustachioed, experienced, middle-aged soldier.
Soldier. I wish you good health, beauty! Why are you happy about this - you found a treasure or good news did you hear?
The stepdaughter waves her hand and laughs even louder.
Yes, tell me why you laugh. Maybe I'll laugh with you too.
Stepdaughter. You won't believe it!
Soldier. From what? We soldiers have heard enough of everything and seen enough of everything in our time. If we believe, we believe, but we do not give in to deception.
Stepdaughter. Here a hare and squirrels were playing with burners, in this very place!
Soldier. Well?
Stepdaughter. The honest truth! This is how our children play on the street. “Burn, burn clearly, so that it doesn’t go out...” He is behind them, they are away from him, across the snow and onto a tree. And they also tease: “Jump, jump, jump, jump!”
Soldier. Is that what we say?
Stepdaughter. In our opinion.
Soldier. Please tell me!
Stepdaughter. So you don’t believe me!
Soldier. How can you not believe it! What day is it today? The old year is over, the new year is the beginning. And I also heard from my grandfather that his grandfather told him that on this day everything in the world happens - you just know how to lie in wait and spy. Is it any wonder that squirrels and hares play with burners! This doesn’t happen on New Year’s Eve.
Stepdaughter. So what?
Soldier. Is it true or not, but my grandfather said that on the very eve of the New Year his grandfather had the opportunity to meet all twelve months.
Stepdaughter. Yah?
Soldier. Pure truth. All year round the old man saw at once: winter, summer, spring, and autumn. I remembered it for the rest of my life, told my son and told my grandchildren to tell it. That's how it came to me.
Stepdaughter. How is it possible for winter and summer and spring and autumn to come together! There is no way they can be together.
Soldier. Well, what I know, that’s what I say, but what I don’t know, I won’t say. Why did you come here in such cold weather? I am a forced person, my superiors sent me here, but who are you?
Stepdaughter. And I didn’t come of my own free will.
Soldier. Are you in service, or what?
Stepdaughter. No, I live at home.
Soldier. How did your mother let you go?
Stepdaughter. The mother would not have let him go, but the stepmother sent him to gather brushwood and chop firewood.
Soldier. Look how! So you are an orphan? This is the ammunition you have for your second term. That's right, it blows right through you. Well, let me help you, and then I’ll get down to my business.
The stepdaughter and the Soldier collect brushwood together and put it on the sled.
Stepdaughter. What's your business?
Soldier. I need to cut down the Christmas tree, the best one in the forest, so that it is not thicker, and slimmer, and greener.
Stepdaughter. Who is this tree for?
Soldier. How - for whom? For the queen herself. Tomorrow our palace will be full of guests. So we need to surprise everyone.
Stepdaughter. What will they hang on your Christmas tree?
Soldier. What everyone hangs, they will hang here too. All sorts of toys, firecrackers and trinkets. Only for others, all this stuff is made of gold paper, glass, while ours is made of pure gold and diamonds. Others have cotton dolls and bunnies, but ours are satin.
Stepdaughter. Is the queen still playing with dolls?
Soldier. Why shouldn't she play? Even though she is a queen, she is not older than you.
Stepdaughter. Yes, I haven't played for a long time.
Soldier. Well, you apparently don’t have time, but she has time. There is no authority over her. Just as her parents died - the king and queen - she remained a complete mistress of both herself and others.
Stepdaughter. So our queen is an orphan too?
Soldier. It turns out that he is an orphan.
Stepdaughter. I feel sorry for her.
Soldier. What a pity! There is no one to teach her wisdom. Well, your job is done. There will be enough brushwood for a week. And now it’s time for me to get down to my business, look for a Christmas tree, otherwise I’ll get it from our orphan. She doesn't like to joke with us.
Marshak's tale was reprinted many times in Soviet time- and is being re-published now. It is included in the standard literature program for secondary schools. In 1947, it was first staged in a theater - at the Moscow Art Theater, and this production was followed by hundreds of others. In 1956, “Twelve Months” was adapted into a cartoon, and in 1972, it was filmed. In 1980, a cartoon was made based on the play in Japan.
New Year's rehabilitation
Cover of the play-fairy tale “Twelve Months” by Samuil Marshak. 1946 Russian State Children's Library“The Twelve Months” is a New Year’s fairy tale: its action takes place on December 31 and January 1. This chronological milestone is especially important if we remember that in the original Bohemian fairy tale, which Marshak adapted for the theater, the stepmother and sister send their father-daughter into the forest for violets in mid-January, and not on New Year's Eve. The image of the New Year as a time of miracles and amazing incidents is repeatedly emphasized and played out in the play. Why did Marshak need this?
The resumption of the New Year celebration as an analogue and secular replacement of Christmas in the Soviet Union occurred after a long break only in 1935. Many parents and children, not to mention workers in child care institutions, had little idea how to celebrate the New Year: how to decorate a Christmas tree, organize a ritual of gift-giving, what performance to put on, what poems to read. Since 1936, special collections with scenarios for children's parties, poems about the Christmas tree and the New Year have been published to help parents, teachers and entertainers. Samuel Marshak also wrote a lot for such collections in the pre-war years. His play “Twelve Months” became probably the most popular Soviet script for the New Year, supporting the tradition of creating a family social holiday, which began in 1935.
War tale
“Twelve Months” was written in the winter of 1942 - in early spring 1943, at the height of the battle for Stalingrad. In his later memoirs, Marshak wrote that when creating his play, he tried to distance it as much as possible from the disturbing military events: “It seemed to me that in harsh times, children, and, perhaps, adults, need a cheerful festive performance, in a poetic fairy tale." However, he did not hide the fact that he wrote his dramatic work in between working for newspapers, writing leaflets and posters, and speaking at the front.
At first glance, there really is no war, no battles, no warring countries and nations in the play. However, it contains a story about the hard work that falls to the lot of the main character, and about the hardships that she endures in her stepmother's house. The first readers and viewers of the fairy tale could not help but pay attention to these details - after all, their already not the most prosperous lives were turned upside down by the war.
“Young Fritz”, directors Grigory Kozintsev and Leonid Trauberg. 1943However, in the play one can also see deeper connections with Soviet cultural history during the war. Marshak began in the 1920s as an author of plays for children's theater, but then abandoned this activity for a long time. In “Twelve Months” he returned to the dramatic form and immediately began writing text for a theatrical production. This was preceded by another experience - not of a theatrical, but of a cinematic kind: Marshak wrote a poetic script for the film by Grigory Kozintsev and Leonid Trauberg “Young Fritz” - about a German boy who was raised in the “true Aryan spirit”, then taken into service to the Gestapo, then sent on campaigns of conquest across European countries and, finally, to the Eastern Front, where he ended his military career, being captured. The film was made, but never released. Marshak believed that the reason for this was the too humorous and frivolous manner of production. A few months after the film was banned, Marshak took up the play.
Film studio "Soyuzmultfilm" In "The Twelve Months" there are clear structural echoes of "Young Fritz---" that force us to look at some scenes of the play differently. Both works caustically ridicule the slavish obedience in which subjects live in fascist Germany and the fairy-tale kingdom. But a particularly striking similarity appears in the endings of both works. Fritz and his military comrade, wrapped in women's fur coats and muffs, almost freeze to death in the winter of 1942 in forest near Moscow — winter forest becomes the place where they are “tested for strength.” The negative characters of “Twelve Months” - the queen, stepmother and daughter - undergo exactly the same test. The punishments that the winners distribute to the losers are also symmetrical: the Czech mother and daughter are turned into dogs by the wizards, and Fritz is placed in a cage in the zoo and shown to children on excursions. These transformations of bodies and souls were supposed to convey to the audience an obvious moral: selfish and stupid people, having begun to serve the forces of evil, deserve exclusion from the world of people.
Anti-totalitarian fairy tale
Still from the cartoon "Twelve Months". 1956 Film studio "Soyuzmultfilm" The definition of “anti-totalitarian fairy tale” is most often used in relation to dramatic tales Evgeniy Schwartz’s “Shadow”, “Dragon” and “An Ordinary Miracle”, as well as to Tamara Gabbe’s fairy-tale play “City of Masters”. In this genre, under the guise of fairy-tale kingdoms and their inhabitants, the worst features of totalitarian states of the 20th century are depicted and the destructive impact they had on human psychology. It is not surprising that the anti-totalitarian fairy tale reached its heyday in Soviet literature during the war years, when, under the guise of satire on Nazi Germany, it was possible to write and even publish satire that was also aimed at the Soviet order. Of the war years, 1942-1943 became the most generous period for works of this genre, when “Twelve Months”, “City of Masters” and “Dragon” appeared.
Both Vasily Grossman wrote about the reasons for such productivity in the novel “Life and Fate”, and Marietta Chudakova in her articles on the history of Soviet literature: the Soviet state, and behind it the Soviet censorship, sensing mortal danger, somewhat weakened the pressure , and previously prohibited things began to appear in the press. However, by the summer of 1943, the pendulum swung in the opposite direction - the military thaw turned out to be very short-lived.
Still from the cartoon "Twelve Months". 1956 Film studio "Soyuzmultfilm" The motives for thoughtless disposal of other people's lives, groundless threats to take life because of the slightest whim of a narcissistic ruler are visible in “Twelve Months.” Everyone remembers the lesson scene in which the queen orders the execution of one of her subjects only because the word “execute” is shorter than “pardon”, and she categorically does not want to think about her own decision, as the professor asks her. In another episode, the Queen threatens to execute the head gardener because he could not find snowdrops in January. The mechanism of repressive fear is triggered, and the gardener, in a panic, declares the chief forester guilty.
Still from the cartoon "Twelve Months". 1956 Film studio "Soyuzmultfilm" In January, the queen decides to go for a walk in the forest to pick berries, nuts and plums. No one dares to contradict her, and the walk ends in a real catastrophe: having survived the change of all seasons in a few minutes, the queen and her courtiers are left in the forest without means of transportation and without winter clothes one of the coldest winter days. Of course, this chain of events can only be perceived in a fairy-tale context, because the fairy tale was not a direct satire on Soviet reality. However, by the end of 1942, many had a growing feeling of uncertainty and dissatisfaction with the decisions that the country's leaders, including Stalin, were making both at the front and in the rear. Of course, the author of “Twelve Months” had to think about this more than once.
Apocalypse 1942
Still from the cartoon "Twelve Months". 1956 Film studio "Soyuzmultfilm" Marshak’s young queen is a ruler who, with her irresponsible decisions, radically changes the entire course of world events. In the fairy tale, she simply arranges the end of the world, from which everyone is saved only by a miracle:
Queen (angrily). There are no more months in my kingdom and there never will be! It was my professor who made them up!
Royal Prosecutor. I'm listening, Your Majesty! Will not be!
It's getting dark. An unimaginable hurricane is rising. The wind knocks down trees and carries away abandoned fur coats and shawls.
CHANCELLER. What is it? The earth is shaking...
CHIEF OF THE ROYAL GUARD. The sky is falling to earth!
S t a r u h a. Fathers!
Daughter. Mother!
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The darkness deepens even more.
Among the works of Soviet literature written shortly before the “Twelve Months”, there is one in which the order of actions is exactly this: the ruler makes one single irresponsible decision - and changes everything world history, and the fatal and irreversible nature of his decision, as well as the universal scale of the events taking place, is emphasized by the approaching darkness and hurricane. Marshak should have read Mikhail Bulgakov’s novel “The Master and Margarita” in 1941-1942 Judging by the surviving documents, until 1942, the leadership of the Writers' Union discussed the possibility of publishing a multi-volume collected works of Bulgakov.. After Yeshua's crucifixion, "the darkness that came with Mediterranean Sea, covered the city hated by the prosecutor.” At this moment, Pilate - apparently wanting to meet the elements (or the will of a higher power?) face to face - remains in the palace colonnade and displays tyranny, in no way inferior to the evil whims of the queen:
“The servant, who was setting the table for the procurator before the storm, for some reason became confused under his gaze, became agitated because he had displeased him in some way, and the procurator, angry with him, broke the jug on the mosaic floor, saying:
- Why don’t you look him in the face when you serve? Did you steal anything?
The African’s black face turned gray, mortal horror appeared in his eyes, he trembled and almost broke the second jug, but for some reason the prosecutor’s anger flew away as quickly as it had come.” Another obvious source for the apocalypse scene in “The Twelve Months” is Mayakovsky’s “Mysteria-bouffe,” which also contains the word “darkness”: “The unclean ones have moved upward. Broken, clouds fall. Dark"..
Marshak regularly communicated with Bulgakov in the last months of his life, and after the writer’s death on March 10, 1940, he joined the commission on his literary inheritance. Members of the commission sometimes met at Marshak’s house. He not only had access to the unpublished novel, but also, as a member of the literary heritage commission, was obliged to read it.
Still from the cartoon "Twelve Months". 1956 Film studio "Soyuzmultfilm" Probably, after “Young Fritz” was accused of being too frivolous, Marshak actually decided to write something more serious and moralistic. He created a fairy tale in which powerful otherworldly forces - the personified spirits of the time - restore justice after a world cataclysm, saving the weak and humiliated and punishing the arrogant and self-confident.
