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The path from earth to the stars is not smooth. (Seneca)

Sooner or later we will arrive at the same harbor. (Ovid)

Once started it cannot be stopped. (Cicero)

Diligence is everything. (Lermontov M. Yu.)

Only the patient will finish the job, but the hasty will fall. (Saadi)

Patience is the art of hoping. (Vauvenargues)

The first law of art: if you have nothing to say, be silent. If you have something to say, say it and don't lie. (Rolland R.)

The arts are useful only if they develop the mind and do not distract it. (Seneca)

Creativity is a passion that dies in form. (Prishvin M. M.)

Art requires a lot, but the main thing is fire! (Tolstoy L.N.)

The artist's direct responsibility is to show, not prove. (Blok A. A.)

Nothing is impossible for diligence and art. (Johnson S.)

To have grounds for creativity, you need your life itself to be meaningful. (Ibsen G.)

Art is like nature. If you don't let it in the door, it will come in the window. (Butler S.)

Art never dies. (Petronius)

Start with yourself and examine yourself first. (Marcus Aurelius)

How to know yourself? Not by contemplation, only by actions. Try to do your duty, and you will immediately know yourself. (Goethe I.)

Know yourself. (Cicero)

The greatest victory is victory over yourself. (Cicero)

There is nothing more joyful than victory. (Cicero)

Progress is the law of nature. (Voltaire)

We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them. (Jubran X)

The expectation of joy is also joy. (Lessing)

Labor is the father of pleasure. (Stendhal)

It is even more important to act cautiously than to reason wisely. (Cicero)

Trying to do everything at once means doing nothing. (Lichtenberg G.)

There are never great things without great difficulties. (Voltaire)

Knowing in advance what you want to do gives you courage and ease. (Diderot D.)

How many things were considered impossible until they were accomplished. (Pliny the Elder)

In the everyday affairs of life, hard work is capable of doing everything that a genius is capable of, and in addition, there are many things that a genius cannot do. (Bieger G.)

Imagination! Without this quality one cannot be a poet, a philosopher, an intelligent person, a thinking being, or just a person. (Diderot D.)

Imagination is a great gift that has contributed so much to the development of mankind. (Marx K.)

Imagination is what imagination is for, to make up for reality. (Klyuchevsky V.)

Imagination is a frisky filly. One bad thing: there are too many roads in front of her. (Lam Ch.)

Education is an adornment in happiness, and a refuge in misfortune. (Aristotle)

Inspiration is the disposition of the soul to the living reception of impressions, and therefore to the rapid understanding of concepts, which contributes to the explanation of them. (Pushkin A.S.)

Inspiration will always sing; inspiration will never explain. (Jubran X.)

Inspiration is not for sale, But you can sell the manuscript. (Pushkin A.S.)

The future is in the present, but the future is also in the past. We are the ones who create it. If it's bad, it's our fault. (France A.)

The future now belongs to two types of people: the man of thought and the man of work. In essence, both of them form one whole, for to think means to work. (Hugo V.)

In nature, everything is wisely thought out and arranged, everyone should mind their own business, and in this wisdom lies the highest justice of life. (Leonardo da Vinci)

Nothing exhausts and destroys a person like prolonged physical inactivity. (Aristotle)

Work hard! The world will not be a paradise for those who want to live as lazy people. (Sax Hans)

Completed work is gratifying. (Homer)

The industrious soul must be employed at his trade, and frequent exercise is as invigorating for it as ordinary exercise for the body. (Alexander Suvorov)

If you put your heart into it, you can do anything.

The lazy spinner doesn't even have a shirt for herself.

Don't learn by idleness, but learn by handicraft.

I started shortening my husband’s new trousers... No problem, they turned out to be cute shorts!

I'm sitting in a chair, felting a doll. Son, passing by: “Oh, she looks like our headmistress!”... Damn, now I feel like a voodoo witch...))

This collection contains poems about various types of needlework that I found on the Internet. I have used many of them in exhibit design, project development, or extracurricular activities. I hope that these wonderful lines will be useful to someone.

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ON THE THRESHOLD OF AUTUMN... (Evgenia Krasnova)

On the threshold of autumn, we say goodbye warmly,
On the threshold of autumn I want spring,
And then, as in a fairy tale, we suddenly meet the past:
Light, spring dreams come to us.

Dreams so bright - about gardens shimmering
In the white and pink haze... you can’t hold them back!
But in the soul it is born as a fluttering butterfly
Warm desire: to embroider your dream.

Wide lace will be successful here,
To surround the edges with a graceful cloud,
The most delicate threads, pink-transparent,
My whole soul is filled with joy!

I carefully embroider the beautiful spring,
So that, looking at the embroidery, we smile,
Plunging mentally into the clear kingdom of light
Gloomy dark autumn and in the middle of winter.

EMBROIDERY BOOKMARKS FOR THE GOSPEL (Evgenia Krasnova)

Hoop, large scissors,
I'm back to work again.
I'm in my native element -
I'm starting to embroider.

Under the needle they appear
grape leaves,
The heart skips a beat
In anticipation of beauty.

On a smooth satin ribbon
With fringe and pearls
Bookmark for the Gospel
It appears before our eyes.

And what happiness is this:
Give it to friends
But even a hundred times more beautiful -
Take it to the nearest Temple!

NEEDLEWORKERS (Evgenia Krasnova)

Simple steel hook
And threads - once and twice! –
Needed to arise
Openwork-lace.

All patterns are subject to
Hook or needle:
This is how they made their clothes
And before on earth.

Bride's dowry
And she sewed and weaved,
Worked with her
A hook and a needle.

Well then with patience
Mother taught daughters
Keep your skill
To pass it on.

So with a magic thread
Tied it up as best I could
All our generations
Regular needle.

Those connections will not be interrupted
And with that thread now
And they will intertwine into my pattern,
To please your eyes.

I made a full hole:
Threads, embroideries in every corner,
And there’s a decent amount of sets
I'll set it up on the floor for now...
The husband grumbles that he can’t do this anymore,
Walking around my machine along a curve,
But that doesn't bother me much -
I threw myself into work.
I wish I could grow two more pairs of arms,
Yes, I could stretch the day three times,
I would finish off a piece of guitar
And a little bit of those forget-me-nots,
Yes, I would finish the old cat,
I would like to start an autumn bouquet...
And like this, a little every day,
This is to suffer - I have no more strength!!
After all, I really want to embroider everything at once,
And then gain even more!
This is mania, this is an infection:
Embroider, embroider, embroider...
What kind of diagrams! What beauty!
I'll grab as much as I can!
Goodbye! Have a good hunting,
My dear hamsters!!!

(Author Anna Volkova)

Shreds of regrets and ribbons of grievances
I'll lay it out on the table of vibrations,
And the heavenly boat will be sewn by me,
Like a picture of memories.
I will weave lace from scraps of my soul,
Since there is no other material,
And taking someone’s evil words from my heart,
I will embroider a kind word with a cross.

(Author Natalia Ryabova)

Inspiration
What a joy for the soul
When I sit in silence doing needlework!
It's long past midnight,
And sleep is at the door.
I'm sitting over the hoop, bending over it
With satin thread.

The flowers are blooming more and more brightly,
Let there be no such thing in nature.
I embroider with satin ribbon
An unfading bouquet.

On a smooth canvas of different thread colors
The patterns are intricately intertwined.
By the rise of inspiration and inspiration
Foliage, flowers and grapes were born.
Here in every tablecloth, napkin, towel
Talent, soul and skill are visible,
And the warmth of women's hands, and the tenderness of the heart,
And the bright colors of life are a celebration.
The embroideries are seductive with their wonderful palette.
They shine, breathe and live.
Like the notes of music that are on the sheets of music stands,
They suffer, they bring joy, and they call the soul upward.
I am amazed. I look at the handicrafts
And, numb, holding my breath.
No, this is not a lordly occupation of idleness,
And inspired work and joy of being.
(V.Ganzhar)

I will tie your life
From fluffy mohair threads,
I'll tie your life together
I won't lie a single loop.
I'll tie your life together
Where there is a pattern across the field of prayer
Wishes of happiness
In the rays of true love.
I will tie your life
From cheerful melange yarn,
I will tie your life
And then I will give it from my heart.
Where do I get threads?
I will never confess to anyone.
To connect your life,
I'm secretly releasing my...
(author - Valentina Belyaeva)

Dedicated to the Master
Fantasy flight and handiwork
With delight I hold in my hands...
Fortunately, the beauty of aging does not know,
Love for beauty lives through the ages.
A craftsman can make it out of iron,
Made of stone and wood - masterpieces of beauty.
From multi-colored beads and fishing line,
Like in a fairy tale, you too create miracles.
I touch the brooch carefully
She enchants and caresses the eye.
It's hard to imagine how this is possible
Create a pattern of unprecedented beauty.
As a result of patience and skill -
Grace and purity of color,
And the perfection of form... There is no doubt,
Our world will be saved by talent and beauty!

L. Bozhko.
Ode to Beads
Beaded necklace, earrings
Decorate a woman's face
And here are gerdans, bracelets, brooches,
Flowers, Easter egg...
What a sight to behold!
A miracle light emanates from them,
No wonder beadwork
This has been popular for hundreds of years.
Beads were valued among the people,
He decorated the outfit and life.
Tastes, style and fashion changed,
But the beads are still not forgotten.
It can become smooth with embroidery,
A beautiful flower and a cord.
And he remains a mystery -
Magical, fabulous at that.
Interest in design has increased again
To beautiful things and words.
Let the beading secret
These hands will open to you.
Zinaida Mitrofanovna Toropchina
(From the book “Bead Products” by L. Bozhko)

The needle is thin, but reaches the heart
And the one who sews a wondrous pattern,
And the one who is from the work of a craftsman
The admiring gaze cannot look away.

Centuries live in paintings and handkerchiefs,
And in luxurious beaded necklaces,
Once given to grandchildren, daughters,
Imperishable features of simple needlework.

Soul and hands create masterpieces,
Yes, they simply decorate our lives.
For the miracle of creativity, frayed nerves
Bow down to your skillful hands.

Dorokhova Tamara Sergeevna, Ulyanovsk

What kind of beads are there? (Olga Akieva)

There is grated
And there is a transparent one,
There is a dear one and a plain one
There is round and cylindrical,
Wood.
Metal,
Bright and pastel tones,
And from two separate colors.
There is also a striped iris,
Poisonous, pale,
With shine, with a rainbow tint,
Khaki, plum,
Glass and ceramic,
With metal coating,
Hematite, gasoline
And lilac-raspberry.
Evenly shaped and not very
Fragile can be strong.
There is crystal and sparkling,
Gold and silver
With a thin shiny line
And from real bone
Just matte and with shine
With a thin hole for fishing line
In the shape of a circle and a square,
Large or small.
You can’t count everything here!
And there are bugles with a cutting.
In general, the choice is endless
Incredible beauty.
And new items come across,
After all, the range is changing!
Olga Akieva

May there always be beads and inspiration!

The magic of the patch

The hands of people can make any miracle:

And flowers can be woven across a white field,

And embroider a golden sun across the blue sky,

So that there is a little more beauty on earth.

I will pick up a thread and a simple rag,

And a little fantasy and magic,

And I’ll sew something that you won’t even dream of,

Only so that beauty can live in the world.

Poems by the Crimean poetess Zinaida Roy:

White carnations in a crystal vase
You are embroidering while sitting by the window.
The sun's glare plays so merrily,
Clear water sparkles blue.

Time has stopped at the threshold,
And only the stitches count the minutes.
Cares and worries are left behind,
The needle creates a magical still life.

The head gently bowed to the pattern,
And the victorious march sounded in my soul,
One more stitch - and the miracle happened,
And the carnation in the crystal came to life.

EMBROIDERY ICON OF THE MOTHER OF GOD (Poems by Evgenia Krasnova)

Among the crystal silence,
Surrounding me with pearl light,
Dreams come to me in reality:
I am embroidering the Mother of God.

I look into beautiful eyes
And I don’t dare ask for anything,
But just to help and advise,
After all, I embroider as best I can...

Dedicated to all needlewomen

Don't waste your life with idleness -
Do some handicrafts!
Shay, knit - don’t be discouraged,
Or embroider with satin stitch.
Here are the needles, threads, hoops
For our nimble fingers.
Fabrics, ribbons, borders -
Head is spinning!
Files, forum, internet (oops, I forgot about lunch!)...
We embroider what we love,
We arrange everything diligently.
The result is to our delight,
To our loved ones and friends.
And the work is finished,
This is a new concern
Choose stories again.
Embroider them, embroider them...

Where does embroidery begin?
From a large box with floss,
With spools, winders and seeds,
Or maybe from a hoop in general?

Or maybe it's starting
From the sets that they give you
“Runo”, “DMS”, Thea Gaverner,
Michael Powell and Lanarte?

Or maybe it's starting
With millions of wants?
From the Internet and schematic hamsters,
And from the plans of which car?

Where does it begin?
It's hard for me to say specifically.
But in general, what difference does it make to me -
I just love embroidering!

I will collect the pearls of my life,
I'll string them on a thin thread,
I’ll secure it at the ends - I’ll save you from losses,
I’ll be fiddling with the beads in my hands...

I will give each bead its name:
This one is Childhood, and this one is Love!
This is Mom's bead! How I love
Her light is so radiant!

This bead is Youth! She is not alone
A whole row goes one after another...
The string in this row is so ringing!
And they are waiting for the continuation!

And behind them, clinging brilliantly sideways,
My Maturity's pearls burn...
The largest, most desirable and brightest...then -
Break... thread not filled!

The pearl of my life cannot be interrupted!
I'll take one every day...
Stringed...(went to the cinema today)...
Stringed...(what lilac smells like)...

Stringed...(my son gave me a grandson!)...
Stringed...(daughter has arrived!)...
Stringed...(my beloved called me)...
Stringed...strung...that's it...period...

No, it's not over yet, I continue, friends,
My granddaughter will pick up that thread!
He will repeat the name of each bead, lovingly...
I will continue to live in a bead.

Mastering my great-great-grandmother’s craft,
(And I’m proud of this skill)
I am for a white flap, as soon as it gets dark,
I sit down at the window to do some magic.

A needle pricks my finger until it bleeds -
I just ask myself for patience.
In the dark distances of the Middle Ages
I'm uncovering secret signs.

A magical circle before your eyes.
I won't dim the lamp.
But, washing away fatigue with tears,
I'm telling fortunes again, telling fortunes...

I'm not a witch, I'm just dreaming -
New house on green grass.
I embroider until the dawn star...
I embroider a dream on canvas.

Poems by Daria Gerasimova
I'm collecting for something
Nuts in a jar of compote,
Nails, cones and bark,
And pictures of kangaroos.
I collect in boxes
Stones, beads and buttons,
And the driftwood that I find,
I put it on my table.
I collect coins
And unnecessary items:
Stamps, light bulbs, shells,
Feathers, grains and shavings.
It might happen in life
That all this will be useful
The truth is it may not happen
And it turns out that it was stored in vain.
After all, you can’t guess
What not to collect!

THE INTRICITY OF THREADS IS NOT A SECRET FOR YOU,
YOU CAN CONTROL THEIR INTEGRATED RUNNING.
YOU ARE A MASTER OF KNITTING DESIGN!
KNITTING AC! HAPPY MAN!

I WISH YOU A MAGIC THREAD IN THE BALLS,
AND IN THE GOLDEN FINGERS - THE SKILLS OF THE GODS!
ABUNDANCE OF IDEAS, PATIENCE, DISCOVERIES -
AND IN THE KINGDOM OF CREATIVITY BRILLIANT STEPS! http://www.zlatoshveika.com/t1405-topic

All the days ahead we will not know the meaning.
The wave slowly hits the slope that is under the Kremlin,
But here, in the gray silence, the heart has no doubt:
Burning with a spiritual candle, we live.

Silk and pearls and gold flow from the needle,
Transforming the canvas into a delight for the eyes.
For the craftswomen the earthly price is valuable:
Fingers bleed - love,
for memory - the work of nights.

Let's come here again, throwing away the burden of vanities,
And choosing the path as the focus of creation.
We sew fate, knit time,
Learning the essence of life through handicrafts.

"Fairy of Dolls" (Larisa Rubalskaya)
The fairy knew her business
And flying in the skies
Day and night, every now and then,
She performed miracles.
The Fairy created dolls,
She crafted and conjured.
Everything she touched
It came to life, woke up.
And obediently in her hands
We found Soul Dolls.
After all, the Dolls of Fate too
Similar to humans...
And then your trophies
The Fairy gave it to people.
Because it's a means
To forever remember your childhood...

Budgetary educational institution

additional education for children

municipal formation Dinskoy district

"House of children's creativity in the village of Plastunovskaya"

From work experience

additional education teacher

Usova Marina Leonidovna

Quotes from literary works,

Internet resources about handicrafts.

Open lesson for students, parents, teachers.

Art. Plastunovskaya

Target:

Talk about different types of needlework using quotes and excerpts from works.

Tasks:

Introduce excerpts from various works related to handicrafts;

Show reproductions of paintings about needlework;

Visual materials:

Reproductions of paintings;

Literature with quotations;

Interactive whiteboard for showing slides.

Progress of the lesson

1. Organizational moment:

Greeting and introducing visitors to the event;

State the topic and purpose of the lesson.

2. Main part.

Children should live in a world of beauty, games, fairy tales, music, drawing, fantasy, and creativity.

(V. Sukhomlinsky)

Chichikov put a yarmulke embroidered with beads and beads on his head, and found himself like the Shah of Persia, full of dignity and grandeur.

(N.V. Gogol. “Dead Souls”)

I need a glass bead side with agromantic buttons.

Polenka says.

Do you have any glass bead bonbons to match this color?

I need some more glass bead lace.

Which ones do you like? Glass bead lace on tulle, black and colored - the most fashionable finish!

(A.P. Chekhov. “Polenka”)

The needle wanders along the canvas

Crosses lie in rows, I sew a dream for myself,

From the blue sky.

(M. Laneve)

The thread is laid on the canvas in a pattern

In your caring and gentle hands

your canvas is the canvas, and the paints are your threads, And the brush is your friend, the faithful needle.

(M. Nekrasova)

Handicrafts were divided into “white-handed” and “black”. The first included embroidery on canvas with silks, chenille and wool, knitting of wallets, belts, gold embroidery and beadwork.

(P.I. Melnikov-Pechersky. “Essays on priesthood”).

Kerchief criss-cross or knotted,

There are wax beads on the thin neck.

The outfit is simple; but in front of her window

After all, the Black Mustache guards rode...

(A.S. Pushkin. “House in Kolomna”)

There was another person in the Room, dressed in a long-skirted double-breasted frock coat, a short vest with a blue beaded watch chain... It was the poet Koltsov.

(I. Turgenev. “Literary evening at P. A. Pletnev”

...Someone boasted that it was a profitable business that he bought a thoroughbred stallion and a greyhound dog with the money received from the sale of old, in his opinion, worthless trash: grandmother’s tunics embroidered with pearls and gold beads, a shamsher made of drawn gold, a kick and a cassock with yachts, lalami, with turquoise and emeralds.

(P.I. Melnikov-Pechersky. “On the Mountains”)

The serf craftswoman looked

To your embroidered homeland.

Only silver, only gold sparkles,

Tears are streaming down the sewing.

And only at night I remembered sadly,

That her life did not save her in any way.

Where did your art come from?

Whose witchcraft is the needle marked with?

It came from the sun, from love...

From there, where an abyss of beauty opened up to her.

She threaded this miracle into a needle

Sent from heaven from above,

And there were no goods at the fair

More skillful than Torzhok sewing.

She embroidered Hope for people

And your tears and despair!

(A. Dementiev)

... 1830. (I am 15 years old). I once (three years ago) stole from a girl who was seventeen years old,

and therefore, hopelessly beloved by me, the beaded blue cord, I still have it. Anyone who wants to know the girl's name should ask my cousin. How stupid I was!

(M.Yu. Lermontov. “Notebooks”)

... He threw the letter into a beaded basket hanging on the wall, then took the third letter and began to read.

(I.A. Goncharov. “Ordinary History”)

...What was the queen of beauty doing at that time? Most likely, she strung pearls or embroidered a motto with gold threads for the knight devoted to her.

(Cervantes. “The Cunning Hidalgo Don Quixote Lamanche”)

...That icon was a family icon for Manefa - it came from his grandfathers and great-grandfathers. A lamp with beaded pendants glowed inextinguishably in front of her.

(P.I. Melnikov-Pechersky. “In the Forests”)

...There was another person in the room. Dressed in a long-length double-breasted frock coat, a short vest with a blue beaded watch chain. It was the poet Koltsov.

(I.S. Turgenev. “Literary evening with P.A. Pletnev)

...It was a wallet, embroidered with beads, gold and with the most excellent design: on one side there was a depiction of a deer, completely like a natural one, which ran extremely fast, and it looked so good! On the other side was a portrait of a famous general, also excellently and very similarly finished.

(F.M. Dostoevsky. The story “Weak Heart”)

Elegant white bag

It's an embroidered sachet.

And it smells like childhood and clover,

And thoughts arise in the soul.

Skillful hands are on it

Left a trace of a needle

Like a sign of a magic trick,

As a sign of everyday play.

(R. Naumova. “Gift”)

White carnations in a crystal vase

You are embroidering while sitting by the window.

The sun's glare plays so merrily

Clear water sparkles blue

Time has stopped at the threshold

And only the stitches count the minutes.

Cares and worries left behind

The needle creates a magical still life.

Gently bowed his head to the pattern

And the victorious march sounded in my soul.

One more stitch - and the miracle happened,

And the carnation in the crystal came to life.

(Z. Roy. “The Embroiderer”)

...From the terrace a glass door led into the living room, and in the living room this is what appeared to the curious eye of the observer - two slides with porcelain and beaded toys from Catherine’s time.

(I.S. Turgenev. “Hamlet of Shchigrovsky district”)

Can't sleep at night. You took the hoop.

Thread a needle with thin fingers

They deftly insert, choose the color,

They begin to write letters with beads.

A drop of blood on white silk

She pricked her finger with a thin needle.

I wanted to embroider on white silk

My name is you, a thin needle.

(D. Bilan. “A Drop of Blood”)

Stitch to stitch, the needle draws

The most complex coloring of sewing,

And the embroiderer takes risks

Go beyond the boundaries of existence...

But the threads hold the heart tightly,

Creating harmony,

And like a lilac scherzo,
Those threads sound joyful.

(R. Naumova. “Embroiderer”)

The needle is thin, but reaches the heart

And the one who sews a wondrous pattern,

And the one who is from the work of a craftsman

The admiring gaze cannot look away

Centuries live in paintings and handkerchiefs

And in luxurious beaded necklaces,

Once given to granddaughters, daughters,

Imperishable features of simple needlework.

(T. Dorokhova)

Building your own plan for the universe.

I asked to embroider a pincushion,

To have everything at hand,

A playwright with a needle in his hoop,

You created a merging of worlds,

And in your wooden hoop

You sewed the star cover.

(R. Naumova)

When the storms of life become a wall

And you can’t go through them, you can’t break through,

Then a lifebuoy suddenly flashes above the wave -

This is an old embroidery hoop.

I rush there, drowning in trouble,

I clutch at straws in vain.

But the straw disappeared right in my hand,

The needle and thread remained in it.

(E. Krasnova)

Circles of beads and silk threads -

Of these, I want a suite icon.

I pray I will choose the colors.

I’ll pray and draw up an outline.

And before the needle goes,

I will seek words to the Lord.

I'm walking through a field of beads,

But not with a plow, but with a needle,

And like seeds of hope

I throw beads into the arable land of the canvas.

(E. Lukashenkov)

Beaded necklace, earrings

Decorate a woman's face.

And here are gerdans, bracelets, brooches,

Flowers, Easter egg...

What a sight to behold!

A miracle light emanates from them,

It’s no wonder that beadwork has been so popular for many years.

Tastes, style and fashion changed,

But the beads are still not forgotten.

It can become smooth with embroidery,

A beautiful flower and a cord.

And it remains a mystery – magical, fabulous at that.

(Z. Toropchina)

On a smooth canvas of different thread colors

The patterns are intricately intertwined.

According to the rise of inspirations and inspirations

Foliage, flowers and grapes were born.

Here in every tablecloth, napkin, towel

Talent, soul and skill are visible,

And women's hands, and the tenderness of the heart,

And the bright colors of life are a celebration.

Embroidery seduces with a wonderful palette,

They shine, breathe and live.

I am amazed. I look at the handicrafts

And he held his breath, numb.

No, this is not a lordly occupation of idleness,

And inspired work and joy of being.

(V. Ganzhar)

The needle was in your hand

And the swan's chest shone,

The threads flowed lightly,

Having comprehended the fiery essence.

The needle strived for understanding,

The stitches paved the way.

Shades, as if for edification,

They glowed like living mercury.

And the swan swam like a dream,

And a clean, droplet-like pattern

Born like inspiration

Kindly caressing our gaze.

(R. Naumova. “Swan”)

Pictures, sayings about handicrafts (to lift your spirits).

Taken from Internet resources.

3. Final part

The teacher thanks the participants of the open lesson;

Questions and answers on the topic of the event.

Bibliography:

1. P.I. Melnikov - Pechersky. Minsk; GLAVIZDAT, 1988

2. N.V. Gogol. Moscow; Publishing house "Presnya", 1984. Collected works.

3. A. P. Chekhov. Moscow; publishing house of the newspaper "Pravda". 1982 Collected works.

4. A.S. Pushkin. Moscow; Publishing house "Fiction", 2010. Collected works.

5. I.S. Turgenev. St. Petersburg; publishing house "VALERY SPB", 2012

6. M.Yu. Lermontov. Moscow; Publishing house "Vesti", 2013

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9. Electronic resources:

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Budgetary educational institution

additional education for children

municipal formation Dinskoy district

"House of children's creativity in the village of Plastunovskaya"

From work experience

additional education teacher

Usova Marina Leonidovna

Quotes from literary works,

Internet resources about handicrafts.

Open lesson for students, parents, teachers.

2015

Art. Plastunovskaya

Target:

Talk about different types of needlework using quotes and excerpts from works.

Tasks:

Introduce excerpts from various works related to handicrafts;

Show reproductions of paintings about needlework;

Visual materials:

Reproductions of paintings;

Literature with quotations;

Interactive whiteboard for showing slides.

Progress of the lesson

1. Organizational moment:

Greeting and introducing visitors to the event;

State the topic and purpose of the lesson.

2. Main part.

Children should live in a world of beauty, games, fairy tales, music, drawing, fantasy, and creativity.

(V. Sukhomlinsky)

Chichikov put a yarmulke embroidered with beads and beads on his head, and found himself like the Shah of Persia, full of dignity and grandeur.

(N.V. Gogol. “Dead Souls”)

I need a glass bead side with agromantic buttons.

Polenka says.

Do you have any glass bead bonbons to match this color?

I need some more glass bead lace.

Which ones do you like? Glass bead lace on tulle, black and colored - the most fashionable finish!

(A.P. Chekhov. “Polenka”)

The needle wanders along the canvas

Crosses lie in rows, I sew a dream for myself,

From the blue sky.

(M. Laneve)

The thread is laid on the canvas in a pattern

In your caring and gentle hands

your canvas is the canvas, and the paints are your threads, And the brush is your friend, the faithful needle.

(M. Nekrasova)

Handicrafts were divided into “white-handed” and “black”. The first included embroidery on canvas with silks, chenille and wool, knitting of wallets, belts, gold embroidery and beadwork.

(P.I. Melnikov-Pechersky. “Essays on priesthood”).

Kerchief criss-cross or knotted,

There are wax beads on the thin neck.

The outfit is simple; but in front of her window

After all, the Black Mustache guards rode...

(A.S. Pushkin. “House in Kolomna”)

There was another person in the Room, dressed in a long-skirted double-breasted frock coat, a short vest with a blue beaded watch chain... It was the poet Koltsov.

(I. Turgenev. “Literary evening at P. A. Pletnev”

…Another boasted that it was a profitable business that he bought a thoroughbred stallion and a greyhound dog with the money received from the sale of old, in his opinion, worthless rubbish: grandmother’s tunics embroidered with pearls and gold beads, a shamsher made of drawn gold, a kick and a cassock with yahonts, lalas , with turquoise and emeralds.

(P.I. Melnikov-Pechersky. “On the Mountains”)

The serf craftswoman looked

To your embroidered homeland.

Only silver, only gold sparkles,

Tears are streaming down the sewing.

And only at night I remembered sadly,

That her life did not save her in any way.

Where did your art come from?

Whose witchcraft is the needle marked with?

It came from the sun, from love...

From there, where an abyss of beauty opened up to her.

She threaded this miracle into a needle

Sent from heaven from above,

And there were no goods at the fair

More skillful than Torzhok sewing.

She embroidered Hope for people

And your tears and despair!

(A. Dementiev)

… 1830 (I am 15 years old). I once (three years ago) stole from a girl who was seventeen years old,

and therefore, hopelessly beloved by me, the beaded blue cord, I still have it. Anyone who wants to know the girl's name should ask my cousin. How stupid I was!

(M.Yu. Lermontov. “Notebooks”)

… He threw the letter into a beaded basket hanging on the wall, then took the third letter and began to read.

(I.A. Goncharov. “Ordinary History”)

…What was the queen of beauty doing at this time? Most likely, she strung pearls or embroidered a motto with gold threads for the knight devoted to her.

(Cervantes. “The Cunning Hidalgo Don Quixote Lamanche”)

…That icon was a family icon for Manefa - it came from his grandfathers and great-grandfathers. A lamp with beaded pendants glowed inextinguishably in front of her.

(P.I. Melnikov-Pechersky. “In the Forests”)

…There was another person in the room. Dressed in a long-length double-breasted frock coat, a short vest with a blue beaded watch chain.It was the poet Koltsov.

(I.S. Turgenev. “Literary evening with P.A. Pletnev)

…It was a wallet, embroidered with beads, gold and with the most excellent design: on one side there was a depiction of a deer, completely like a natural one, which ran extremely fast, and it looked so good! On the other side was a portrait of a famous general, also excellently and very similarly finished.

(F.M. Dostoevsky. The story “Weak Heart”)

Elegant white bag

It's an embroidered sachet.

And it smells like childhood and clover,

And thoughts arise in the soul.

Skillful hands are on it

Left a trace of a needle

Like a sign of a magic trick,

As a sign of everyday play.

(R. Naumova. “Gift”)

White carnations in a crystal vase

You are embroidering while sitting by the window.

The sun's glare plays so merrily

Clear water sparkles blue

Time has stopped at the threshold

And only the stitches count the minutes.

Cares and worries left behind

The needle creates a magical still life.

Gently bowed his head to the pattern

And the victorious march sounded in my soul.

One more stitch - and the miracle happened,

And the carnation in the crystal came to life.

(Z. Roy. “The Embroiderer”)

…From the terrace a glass door led into the living room, and in the living room this is what appeared to the curious eye of the observer - two slides with porcelain and beaded toys from Catherine’s time.

(I.S. Turgenev. “Hamlet of Shchigrovsky district”)

Can't sleep at night. You took the hoop.

Thread a needle with thin fingers

They deftly insert, choose the color,

They begin to write letters with beads.

A drop of blood on white silk

She pricked her finger with a thin needle.

I wanted to embroider on white silk

My name is you, a thin needle.

(D. Bilan. “A Drop of Blood”)

Stitch to stitch, the needle draws

The most complex coloring of sewing,

And the embroiderer takes risks

Go beyond the boundaries of existence...

But the threads hold the heart tightly,

Creating harmony,

And like a lilac scherzo,
Those threads sound joyful.

(R. Naumova. “Embroiderer”)

The needle is thin, but reaches the heart

And the one who sews a wondrous pattern,

And the one who is from the work of a craftsman

The admiring gaze cannot look away

Centuries live in paintings and handkerchiefs

And in luxurious beaded necklaces,

Once given to granddaughters, daughters,

Imperishable features of simple needlework.

(T. Dorokhova)

Building your own plan for the universe.

I asked to embroider a pincushion,

To have everything at hand,

A playwright with a needle in his hoop,

You created a merging of worlds,

And in your wooden hoop

You sewed the star cover.

(R. Naumova)

When the storms of life become a wall

And you can’t go through them, you can’t break through,

Then a lifebuoy suddenly flashes above the wave -

This is an old embroidery hoop.

I rush there, drowning in trouble,

I clutch at straws in vain.

But the straw disappeared right in my hand,

The needle and thread remained in it.

(E. Krasnova)

Circles of beads and silk threads -

Of these, I want a suite icon.

I pray I will choose the colors.

I’ll pray and draw up an outline.

And before the needle goes,

I will seek words to the Lord.

I'm walking through a field of beads,

But not with a plow, but with a needle,

And like seeds of hope

I throw beads into the arable land of the canvas.

(E. Lukashenkov)

Beaded necklace, earrings

Decorate a woman's face.

And here are gerdans, bracelets, brooches,

Flowers, Easter egg...

What a sight to behold!

A miracle light emanates from them,

It’s no wonder that beadwork has been so popular for many years.

Tastes, style and fashion changed,

But the beads are still not forgotten.

It can become smooth with embroidery,

A beautiful flower and a cord.

And it remains a mystery – magical, fabulous at that.

(Z. Toropchina)

On a smooth canvas of different thread colors

The patterns are intricately intertwined.

According to the rise of inspirations and inspirations

Foliage, flowers and grapes were born.

Here in every tablecloth, napkin, towel

Talent, soul and skill are visible,

And women's hands, and the tenderness of the heart,

And the bright colors of life are a celebration.

Embroidery seduces with a wonderful palette,

They shine, breathe and live.

I am amazed. I look at the handicrafts