Scene-pantomime "The Crow and the Fox"

according to the fable of the same name

Leading: How many times have they told the world
That flattery is vile, harmful; but everything is not for the future,
And a flatterer will always find a corner in his heart.

Moose fanfare fragment "Paramound Pictures Presents"
Leading: God sent a piece of cheese to a crow somewhere;

Moose. fragment . V. Serdyuchka

« I walked quietly, walked, walked found a pie

I sat down, ate, went again ...

I walked quietly, walked, walked and found a pie.

I sat down, ate, and went again ... "(The crow walks, climbs onto the spruce)

Leading: Perched on the crow's spruce,
I was just getting ready for breakfast,
Yes, she became thoughtful, and kept cheese in her mouth.
Unfortunately, the Fox ran close by;

(Musical fragment from Serega's repertoire "Black Boomer") The fox is running

Leading: Suddenly the cheesy spirit stopped Lisa:

Moose. fragment by Yu.Nikulin

"Wait a locomotive, don't knock the wheels

Conductor, hit the brakes! ... "The fox stops, leads with his nose

Leading: The fox sees cheese, -
Cheese captivated the fox,
The cheat approaches the tree on tiptoe;
Turns his tail, does not take his eyes off the Crow
And he speaks so sweetly, barely breathing:

Moose phrase from the movie "Plasticine Crow" ("Listen, crow ..."

Fox: "My dear, how pretty!
What a neck, what eyes!
Tell, really, fairy tales!
What feathers! what a sock!
And, truly, there must be an angelic voice!
Sing, light, do not be ashamed!
What if, sister,
With such beauty and you are a craftswoman to sing,
After all, you would have had a king-bird! "

Moose. fragment from the repertoire of Potap and Nastya "We are a couple with you"

Whatever you do, but we are not a couple, not a couple,

Here is such a zapara, zapara,

Whatever you do, we are not on the way,

You and I are not a couple, I'm sorry. The crow and the fox are dancing

Leading: Veshchunina's head was dizzy with praise,
From joy in the goiter the breath stole, -
And Lisitsyn's friendly words
The crow croaked into the crow's throat:

Moose. fragment "Plasticine Crow" "And the stupid crow, as something will sing ..."

Vitas "Opera No. 1" Vorona depicts Vitas singing

Moose. fragment "Plasticine Crow" "And the cheese at that crow, of course, fell ..."

Moose. fragment S.Lazarev - Obsession "Absolute a-a-a-a, a-a wa-a" The crow is crying, the fox is running away

Leading: The cheese fell out - there was a cheat with it.

Moose. fragment "Plasticine crow"

« The idea of ​​this fairy tale, or maybe not a fairy tale,
Not only an adult will understand, but even a toddler.
Don't stand and jump, don't sing, don't dance,
Where construction is in progress or a load is suspended.

Staged by Olesya Emelyanova

Performance duration: 4 minutes; number of actors: from 1 to 3.

Characters:

Crow
Fox
The narrator

On the stage on the left is a spruce, on the right is a bush.

The narrator

How many times have they told the world
That flattery is vile, harmful; but everything is not for the future,
And a flatterer will always find a corner in his heart.
Somehow God sent the crow a piece of cheese.

From behind a bush, a Crow flies out with a hefty piece of cheese in its beak and sits on the top of the tree.

The narrator

Perched on the crow's spruce,
I was about to have breakfast,
Here, unfortunately, Fox ran close by.

The narrator

Suddenly the cheesy spirit stopped Lisa:

Turns his tail, does not take his eyes off the Crow
And speaks so sweetly, barely breathing.

My dear, oh, how good you are!

What pears! What a sock!
And, truly, there must be an angelic voice!
Sing, light, do not be ashamed! What if, sister,
With such beauty and you are a craftswoman to sing, -
After all, you would have been a king-bird!

The narrator

And Lisitsyn's friendly words

The narrator

The crow complains.

Ah, if I knew
Her cunning, I would not open my mouth.
No false speech, no flattery, sweet poison
From now on they will not harm me in any way.
I despise them! I know the price for them!
I will certainly distinguish from the truth!
Oh life! You taught me a lesson.

The crow flies away.

The narrator

But the lesson did not go to the Crow for future use.
She is tempted, others for edification
The Lord sent her a test again -
Gave the cheese twice as much.

Crow appears with a huge piece of cheese and perches heavily on the spruce.

The narrator

This very hour
A crow with him ascended to the tree
Yes, I became thoughtful, and kept the cheese in my mouth.
Again Fox ran close by.

The Fox appears from behind the bush and begins to sniff.

The narrator

And again the cheesy spirit of Lisa stopped:
The fox sees the cheese, the fox is captivated by the cheese.
The cheat approaches the tree on tiptoe;
He twirls his tail, does not take his eyes off the Crow.
The crow is waiting.

From down to feather,
Darling, you're better than yesterday!
What a neck, what eyes!
To tell, really, in a fairy tale!
What claws! What a sock!
And what a marvel this voice is!
Sing, light, do not be ashamed! You won't become, sister,
You are angry with me for the past.
Hearing you, the nightingale will be embarrassed.
Sing for me! After all, you are a bird to all birds!

The narrator

Veshchunina's head was dizzy with praise,
From joy in the goiter the breath stole, -
And the words of Lisitsyn are welcoming
The crow croaked into the crow's throat.

The cheese is falling. The fox grabs him and runs away.

The narrator

The cheese fell out, and with it there was such a cheat.
History has repeated itself verbatim
And morality has not changed at all.
I will remind you of her innocently:
Alas, flattery is ineradicable
As long as the foxes like the crows to listen,
And foxes have black cheese.

Cool fables on new way

There is a commotion in the night forest,
What is the reason?
Sher Khan, you heard, died!
Dead, you brute!
Come on sing, come on dance
From heavenly manna!
Is it really such a grace
Got off unexpectedly?
The wolf and the crocodile are frolicking,
Cows moo
- He was the King, in fact,
Very crappy
Far from benevolent ideas
Forest culture.
Let it make people happy
With your own skin!
No blood will flow in the jungle
And this is lovely
Go to him, reproach,
Since - Teeth ...
The badger and the rhino are screaming,
Well like children
-Yes, he is here every corner
I marked it myself
-He would have retired long ago
Until I lost my mind
Knocking head against a tree
Spotted a woodpecker
Howl a jackal at a star
Yes, only need it?
-I'm without him, grit, I will find
What carrion
And let the hunters for now
Didn't come out with a face
I'll take a donkey with me
Perhaps it will help!
My rotten fangs
His horseshoes!
Really, evil men,
We'll break anyone! .....
The trouble was, the trouble was gone
It became calmer.
They do their thing in the forest
Donkey with jackal
An unprecedented offspring has gone
And there would be peace.
The forest people just became
Sick yes gray
Fangs, honed steel
Alien to the poet
Every fable has a moral
This one doesn't.

CAT VASILY

The cat Vasily had a habit of walking and marking everything,
Above everything that only came across, he performed his vile rite.
He was warned a hundred times, asked, even begged,
But everything, the asshole, was not enough, and that's the result, he was gone.
Morality is given to anyone, remember it yourself, tell another,
So that trouble does not happen, do not piss on the wires.

God sent a piece of cheese to a crow somewhere!
And then smoothly - everyone remembers the fable.
But I'll tell you how it was,
With someone else's words, everything is awkward.

In fact, this is our bird
As usual, I was looking for something to steal.
I especially loved to profit,
Where unattended and even as shiny.

Here, alas, the behavior resembles
The restless army of officials:
They act like that crow
They look what piece they still have to snatch!

And so, once flying past a construction site,
Not communism, a little smaller,
On metal scaffolding at the counter
Brie cheese has seen - the desired piece!

It was not intended for feeding
The next unasked guests.
A container gleamed nearby - it clearly means
That they thought to walk with the whole team!

However, having confused plans for peaceful people,
The crow carried off their Bree.
The creepiness to climb on gantry cranes,
But the cheese was not found that time, as we know!

We do not steal and do not steal,
Although on the ball, there are no words here.
The fox has nothing to do with it - her under the bullets
Grandfather Krylov was in vain!

HARE AND BIRCH

Near a lonely birch tree,
The hare warmed the blood, cutting circles.
When frosts come in January
If you don't want to freeze, save yourself, run.

And the hare ran, punching the path
So much so that the wind whistled in my ears.
That way a hundred circles, doing a warm-up,
A couple of hundred more, but not in a hurry.

But somehow the lumberjacks came to those parts
We got involved in the work on a grand scale,
Having dumped a birch shamelessly and roughly,
And that cross-eyed froze in baptism.

I fell victim to my own stupidity as a hare,
The puny little body was forged in the cold by ice.
He was too attached to a birch tree alone,
And look into the forest, there are so many of them growing.

CAT'S THREATS

The Cat shouted to the Sparrow:
- Tweet once, and I will kill!
... If the threats were fulfilled,
Without Sparrows, we would have remained.

Once a Swan, Cancer and Pike
We were able to pull the cart out of the river,
Even though only the Swan pulled out - that's what the thing is! -
With Pike Cancer, that cart was pulled into the water.

Nobody knew that there was no fret, -
And they gave an award for the whole brigade.

It's time to divide the money, but how?
- Let's drink them! - Cancer took the floor.
And the Pike shouted: “I agree! Quite!
I wanted to have a drink for a long time! "

Well, - the Swan hissed, - so be it! ..
Buzzed until the morning with the Pike Cancer.
But why two? The question is outrageous.
But because our Swan is teetotal!

SHRIMP

Provincial shrimp
Now a glamorous coquette.
Receptions, patti, nude shoots,
Lobster with crabs on the menu,
Five pairs of unnecessary alpine skis
Voyages to Nice and Paris
The house is four km away. From MKAD,
A wide circle of cicadas friends
Husband, black-winged bark beetle,
- Owner of factories and newspapers.

But got hold of the spleen shrimp,
Such that it is time to cry, damn it!
Everything happened, I beg your pardon
From the drunken bliss of satiety.

The psychologist bumblebee whispered to this:
“Fall in love! Find a bug for the summer!
Pollen to the flower! The flower on the stigma!
Will dissolve by itself
Your longing! Go ahead, baby! "
The bumblebee obeyed the shrimp.

The soul was waiting for someone!
And she waited, that's the point!
Meet the Pink Infant,
Kalmar Roman. Rock musician.

And away we go ... Romance with Roman,
A singer, a poet, a drug addict,
A secret fire blazed:
Dorm, club, attic, basement ...

Having learned about the tricks, the bark beetle
I decided to drink beer at lunchtime,
And grinning, evil and crooked,
He ordered shrimp for beer.

(The flower was not long in the pollen!)
They found her and ... in boiling water!

This is the conflict between body and soul.
Read the Othello tragedy.

KOMAR AND FLY

Known to everyone for a long time
A log sits in someone else's eye.
Well, in your own eye, however,
Some kind of byaka is sitting,
That will inflate the mosquito
Inflates a fly into a whole elephant.
And there will be an elephant over the mosquito
Buzz in the evening and during the day.

Look at the mosquito! What I am
I can eat you now.
The mosquito thought and said.
-Ouch! Don't make a scandal.
Once you burst out of anger,
Then I will live richly.

Well, you can't wait, bloated,
I'm not an elephant, an inflated turkey.

Ha! Ha! Turkey! Oh, I can't,
You tell this to the enemy.
The mosquito said and instantly fell silent.
There was a strong clap.

Well this is what I am a prophet,
I taught you a lesson.

The moral of the fable is as follows -
Do not see the logs in someone else's eye.

At the virgin woman Esther,
On the extreme, 7th floor,
There lived a black cat Vasily -
Not a kitten for a long time already.

The old woman is more in the world
Loved him like a mother
However, observing virtue,
The cat did not let her walk.

Vasily was docile,
But still, every spring
Heart-rendingly screamed in a hoarse melody,
Overwhelmed with a bad passion.

Granny took a broom,
Leaving your eternal tangle
She insisted persistently: “Vasya,
Quiet meow, dear! "

And, slapping a little on the bottom,
She broadcast, madly grieving:
"Are stray cats
How much confuse you?

From them - only infection and fleas,
Take away your sinful flesh.
Oh, Vassenka, how bad it is! " -
But a cat is also a cat in Africa.

As soon as the old woman took a nap,
Leaving a ball on the floor
Vassenka the cat jumped from the chair,
Shit on every corner

And jumped right out the window
(Until they drove away).
Now he's on the roof to all the cats
He sings sonnets about mice.

Morality is worth a little here -
After all, any tattered cat knows
That the one who argues with nature,
Will only get nasty things. Here

Three girls were spinning under the window late in the evening.
"If I were a queen," says one girl, "I would prepare a feast for the whole baptized world!"
"If I were a queen," says her sister, "I would have woven canvases all over the world!"
Third: "If only, if only ... a man!"

WELL HARE - WAIT!

The wolf was urgently taken to the hospital
A beautiful fox wife.
Into such a multi-storey building
What is called a "maternity hospital".
For centuries there has been a war with the fox,
And here on you - your wife!
The time has come for the fox too
The son was supposed to be born.
The wolf began to smarten up:
I got myself a light suit,
I washed myself with soap, combed my hair,
Collapsed in cologne.
I caught a taxi, bought flowers,
100 grams was enough for courage,
I ate a sausage with cheese,
The wolf drove to the hospital.
He arrived, they are already waiting for him
And they carry the blue bundle.
The wolf gave all the flowers to the nannies,
And he took his bundle carefully.
In the taxi, he sat down carefully
And he ordered to go quietly.
The road became unbearable
Find out whether the son is like a wolf.
I languished with thoughts, endured,
He made up his mind and looked.
I opened the sheet a little,
His mouth opened in surprise ...
It skipped disgustingly in my chest,
"Well, hare, - he shouted - wait! .."

Throwing out his paws from a flower petal,
Spider - the poet recited poetry haughtily
And playing the breeze with verses, slightly,
Words by le? Sous spread instantly.
A crowd of dung flies scurried around,
For a moment, one of them, interrupting the flight,
Quietly and with a spiteful voice she buzzed:
"Wow! To me, too, there was a poet."
But the spider was not embarrassed by the ridicule,
I did not listen to a spider of hurtful words,
Sang about love and blue distances,
About the shine of the lagoons of golden sands
Like a drop of dew flowed down like a tear,
As a ray of sunshine illuminated the east,
And the speech lured the fly more and more,
And the poor thing sobbed into the proboscis.
And a spider, in a fit of sensuality,
She was invited to become her bride -
A captivating star of happiness
He promised to weave a dress for the wedding:
"Look how thin my thread is,
And laces are twisted in intricate weaving.
My silks are not from a dung beetle,
And from a weaver in the tenth generation. "
And the fly could not disagree.
The silly rascal listened to,
And then just everything, as they say,
Losses, flies, did not notice the fighter.
Do not listen to poets, flies are fools.
Don't get hooked anymore
And take care of your slim figures.
An appetizing kiss ... in the proboscis! Smack!

The reader will ask: "Where is morality here?"
Morals with a fly were rolled into a spider's web.

In one forest (the press wrote about it)
The Crow, a poetess, became famous.
Although she was very arrogant,
But she composed odes to everyone wonderingly.
And for her thrilling lyre
She was presented with a piece of cheese.
Vorona loved "Russian cheese"
And I was looking forward to eating it for dinner.
Out of nowhere, the Fox appeared
And she bowed deeply to the poetess.
Lisa wanted to taste the cheese.
Alas, the lyre was not on friendly terms with the cheat.
-Why write some poems?
I'll get my dinner without any problem.
I just need to hurry up a little, -
So the sly Fox reasoned.
And, casting a glance at the cheese reverently,
She sang in an unctuous voice:
- Can I really see the poetess myself?
I was looking for you all over the forest.
I pray you, dear Crow,
Don't hurt my soul.
I breathe unevenly out of love for you.
Help me grow spiritually.
Scroll the lines of a new sonnet
It will illuminate me with rays of light.
Your poems caress my soul.
Day and night, I'm ready to listen to them!
But who will appreciate all your talents
After all, they need weighty guarantors ...
You, darling, in our beautiful forest
Smarter than everyone, more talented and more beautiful.
Here, Lenya Blokha, take at least for example ...
Everyone says: he is talented beyond measure ...
But is it possible to compare him with you,
With your Crow's bright head?
And even "Prose RU" with all this
You are recognized as a world poet.
And if you wrote a novel,
She instantly appeared as a FOLK writer ..
I would bathe in the rays of worldwide glory
And everyone around you shouted "BRAVO!"
Besides, you, my light, are pretty
And you look forty years younger.
And I envy you, I confess frankly.
You are prettier even than ... OBAMA ...
Here, bored, Lisa fell silent for a moment.
Caught the throat of the RAVEN
Almost like in the fable of grandfather Krylov.
It is not a sin to remember him again today.
With happiness, the crow's beak opened slightly,
And the cheese accidentally fell into the grass.
The fox-cheat immediately grabbed the cheese
And without hesitation, she eagerly swallowed it.
The crow-poet grieves bitterly,
What, TURNED away your coveted dinner.
Morality, friends, this fable is unchanged:
Centuries have passed. The flattery is just as blatant.
And the foolishness of the fooled Crow
We all can see it quite definitely.
After all, there is no defect worse than flattery.
Flatterers flatter everyone. And flattery knows no time.
She is always covered with a fox hide.
And all flatterers are dangerous by nature.
Believe it in your eyes, not your ears,
In order not to be reputed to be Crows to death.

"Russian cheese" is a kind of cheese.
Lenya Blokh - popular author of "Prose Ru"

Reviews

Kirochka, thanks!
Talented!
Vikushka and I taught Krylov's fable about "The Crow and the Fox".
It’s difficult. I remember that in my childhood I also did not understand many words. And you have everything is clear and the syllable is easy.
with a smile,
Iraleo

Yes, I didn't expect trouble
And the proximity of life's vicissitudes.
Though I knew the Fox nature.
But she missed her cheese foolishly.
There are many such Ravens in the world
Don't judge me harshly ...
With a smile.

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