"Journey into the Past of Clothes"
Municipal budgetary educational institution development center kindergarten of the first category "Bell"
Summary of a lesson on familiarization with the natural and social environment
"Journey into the Past of Clothes"
Middle group
Educator: Kuzmina E.V.
Art. Tatsinskaya
May 2020
Summary of a lesson on familiarization with the natural and social environment
Subject:
"Journey into the Past of Clothes"
Target:
Encourage children to navigate the past of clothing;
arouse interest in the process of changing and transforming adult clothing .
Tasks:
Educational:
To teach to understand the purpose and functions of clothing items necessary for human life.
Educational:
Develop children's curiosity.
Promote the formation of mental operations and speech development.
Educational:
To instill in children a caring attitude towards clothing.
Cultivate empathy and a desire to help.
Preliminary work:
A conversation about how clothes are made.
Conducting educational classes about clothing, types of fabrics, and the profession of seamstress.
Looking at illustrations of people in clothes from different times.
Examination of tissue samples.
Progress of the lesson
Teacher:
Guys! Today the beautiful doll Nastya came to visit us. Nastya is a great craftswoman. Try to guess what she likes to do most. Nastya brought these items with her. (Demonstrates needles, threads, fabric, buttons, lace, scissors.) What do they have in common? (These are items for sewing clothes.)
Well done! This is what Nastya likes to do - sew. She probably sewed the dress herself. Do you know how people learned to sew clothes? I know.
If you want, I’ll tell you too. Take a comfortable seat and listen.
A long time ago, people lived in the forest, in caves, and they did not have any clothes. There was nothing to cover ourselves from the wind or rain. Trees with large and small leaves, tall grass, burdocks, and flowers grew around. Beauty!
But you can not only admire plants. You can pick leaves, collect them on a flexible branch, and cover yourself. (Shows a doll dressed in a skirt made of leaves.)
Well thought out? But leaves are an unreliable protection. People began to think and look for something to cover themselves from the bad weather. Various animals lived in the forests, next to people. Animals are not afraid of rain, wind or cold. Since animals are so comfortable in their skins, it means it will be good for me too, the man thought. This is how clothing made from animal skins appeared. Are these clothes more comfortable than leaf clothes? Why? (it doesn’t fit well on the body, it’s heavy, it’s hot in the skin in summer). People began to think about more comfortable clothes. And since they were very observant, they noticed: grass and flax were growing in the field. If its stems are crushed, they can be spun into yarn, and the yarn can be used to make cloth. People wrapped themselves with such fabric. Let's try it too. (Wraps cloth around two children.) Is it comfortable for you to walk? Should I do something? Why? (Children's answers.) The craftswomen began to sew the edges of the fabric together with needles and threads, and they got shirts like these. (Shows a doll in a shirt.) People have learned to make threads from another plant - cotton, and from threads - fabric. Wool fabrics began to be made from sheep's wool. (Shows samples of fabrics.) Craftswomen always tried to make clothes more comfortable and beautiful. Guys, do you understand how people learned to sew clothes? And now it’s time for Nastenka to go home. She wants to sew dresses for her doll friends. Let's come up with and draw new patterns for their dresses.
The teacher distributes paper silhouettes of dresses and colored pencils to the children.
At the end of the lesson, the children give the doll drawings with patterns for dresses.
Journey to the past 05
They stood in numbness and looked at the dead girl, so young and beautiful even after death. And everyone was worried about the question: was it an accident or a murder? But who needed to kill Anna?
True, her family didn’t really like her. The deceased had a mind for herself, for her relatives, including her father, and she didn’t even feel any affection for the rest, except that she got along with her paternal and maternal brother.
It took a lot of work (financial blackmail) to persuade Anna to go to an alternative past. She didn’t want to give up parties and a fun life in the modern world, but when her father stopped funding, she had to come to terms. She could not stand the patriarchal life of the Pskov landowners and sulked at everyone and everything, along with Nikita Jr. And only when she met Baron Osten-Sacken did she become carried away by Dmitry Mikhailovich and no longer wanted to leave. Her family were only happy about this. A sedate and reasonable husband will humble the young rebel. Therefore, they did not at all object to marrying him; on the contrary, they encouraged their romance. It doesn’t matter that the baron is much older than Anna - he is in good physical shape and has excellent health.
However, the baron himself was in no hurry to ask for the hand of Pavel Nikolaevich’s granddaughter. Maybe because, being a widower, he had two sons, high school students, whom he raised without a mother and completely replaced her for them. Moreover, his boys (ten and twelve years old) entered a closed educational institution - the Pskov Cadet Corps, where they will spend seven years, and if they successfully complete their studies in the corps, they will receive the right to enter military schools without exams. So the baron did not look for a mother for his sons. And the reason that Anna was too young and not suitable for this role disappeared by itself.
Then why did he hesitate, because the girl is beautiful and made him understand that she is interested in him?!
Now she's dead.
“They killed my sister, pushed me down the stairs!” - Nikita Jr. looked at Alena with hatred.
- Do you think that I did this?! But why would I kill an almost stranger? “Anna was amazed at the absurdity of the accusation.
- Don't talk nonsense, Nikita! We all know how attached you were to your sister. We mourn with you, my boy, but control yourself. What's the score between girls who barely knew each other? — Pavel Nikolaevich spoke confidently and, as always, with aplomb, drawing out his words a little. Only his tired appearance betrayed how difficult it was for him now.
“Anna, shortly before her death, told me that Mademoiselle Helen would try to take her gentleman away from her. “She meant the baron,” said the brother of the deceased with an air of accusation.
The gazes of those present turned to Alena. And she smiled contemptuously, not considering it necessary to justify herself.
“They are waiting for my confession, they say they quarreled over the baron, and I pushed her, which led to Anna falling down the stairs. They won't wait! - thought Alena. “Our proud Varyag does not surrender to the enemy.”
Alena's brother calmed the tense situation a little.
“Anna’s death should be reported,” he reminded. “No one should touch the body, not even come close, and until the police arrive, no one should leave the house.”
There were no objections. Everyone was depressed and silently went to their rooms.
Together with the police chief, Lieutenant Colonel Pylaev, Alexander Yakovlevich, the Pskov governor himself, actual state councilor Konstantin Ivanovich Pashchenko, arrived at the house where the tragedy occurred. He was accompanied by Baron Osten-Sacken. They arrived to express condolences to the relatives of Anna Nikolaevna Lavrova, but Alena could not hide how they quickly examined the scene of the incident, listened to the doctor’s opinion and only then uttered the appropriate words. After which the governor left, but Dmitry Mikhailovich remained. And judging by the way the police chief behaved with him, the baron was an important person.
Alena expected that everyone in the house would be summoned separately, and that Mr. Pylaev and Dmitry Mikhailovich would jointly conduct the interrogation, pretending to be an evil and a good investigator. I even imagined how the lieutenant colonel frowned his shaggy gray eyebrows and looked at her sternly - “Didn’t you, young lady, kill Anna Lavrova?” The Baron, in contrast to the police chief, with a sympathetic look and with all the delicacy characteristic of him, ingratiates himself into trust and elicits even the most secret things.
Eco has carried me away! - Alena caught herself and decided to be more careful.
She was wrong. Mr. Osten-Sacken, together with the chief of police, occupied the office, which was located on the second floor, and invited everyone there at once. And Mr. Pylaev’s assistant, Captain Bekleshov, went downstairs to interrogate the servants.
Dmitry Mikhailovich immediately got down to business, turning to the owner of the house with the question:
— Could a stranger break into the house?
- Excluded. “The servants locked the door in front of me.” I always keep an eye on this. And when this sad event happened, the door was locked from the inside. I checked.
“Then, if anyone had a hand in the death of Anna Nikolaevna, then the murderer is among you.”
Ignoring the indignant murmur, the baron suggested: “Let's remember the chronology of events preceding the death of Mademoiselle Lavrova.”
Nikita, glancing at Alena, took on the role of narrator.
— After the guests left, we sat for a little longer. My sister was the first to leave. You could clearly hear her going down the stairs. Nikita Sr. and Pavel Nikolaevich’s wife left behind her. Anna Nikolaevna came down after them. Then Pavel Nikolaevich filled his pipe with tobacco, but the owner of the house, Mr. Lavrinovsky, said that it was already stuffy in the house after the guests and sent him to the garden. I, Nikita Jr. and Pavel Lavrov went out with him to get some fresh air. They were standing near the door, having a conversation, when a scream was heard in the house. They hurried there and saw Anna lying on the steps.
“So that means the door was still open?!” - The police chief perked up.
“When we ran into the house, purely mechanically, I bolted it behind me,” Pavel Lavrov admitted with an apologetic smile.
“It turns out that only four of you have an alibi,” stated Dmitry Mikhailovich, “Where were the others at that moment?”
- I was sleeping. “Awakened by the scream, she went out to find out the cause of the noise,” Alena answered defiantly, looking straight at the baron.
“I was already sleeping when a scream was heard in the silence of the night. And a few minutes later I saw dead Anna. Horrible! - Pavel Nikolaevich’s wife put a white lace scarf to her eyes.
— Where were you at the time of the tragedy, Mr. Lavrov? - Dmitry Mikhailovich glanced at Nikita Sr., casually lounging on a chair, crossing his legs.
He shrugged his shoulders and explained with a condescending smile:
- In the arms of Morpheus. I’m tired, you know, of entertaining young ladies this evening.
“I also went to bed, but sleep didn’t come and I tossed and turned from side to side, suffering from insomnia,” the owner of the house testified, preventing an inquiry.
At this moment, Captain Bekleshov returned. Approaching the table at which the baron and the chief of police were sitting, he quietly reported something to them.
The lieutenant colonel's shaggy eyebrows flew up. Straightforward diplomacy was not characteristic of this native of the chief officer family of the St. Petersburg province.
“The footman reported that your bed was not touched,” he pointed his finger towards Nikita Sr.
The mocking smile disappeared from the young man’s face, but continued to remain silent.
- So where were you?
- Nikita was in my room! - Pavel Nikolaevich’s wife without hesitation admitted to cheating on her husband in order to save her lover.
- How could you?! - Pavel Nikolaevich grabbed his heart. Nikita Jr. handed him a glass of water. Pavel, the son of Pavel Nikolaevich and his still young wife, sat without raising his eyes.
— I admire your courage, Mrs. Lavrova. But with your words, compromising yourself, you achieved nothing. Your testimony makes you possible accomplices in the crime, assuming that Anna Nikolaevna saw you with your lover and was going to tell Pavel Nikolaevich about it.
“Are you saying that we rushed after the girl, caught up with her on the stairs and pushed her down?!”
- Not certainly in that way. Nobody pushed Anna Nikolaevna down the stairs.
- So she fell on her own?! Why are you fooling us! - Nikita Sr. jumped out of his chair. His handsome face was distorted by a grimace of anger.
“Sit down,” Dmitry Mikhailovich ordered dryly. — The doctor claims that Anna Nikolaevna was hit on the head with a heavy object.
In the silent silence that arose after the baron’s words, a gurgling sound was suddenly heard, which was then replaced by wheezing. Pavel Nikolaevich slid out of his chair. When they raised him, they saw that the old Epicurean* had given his soul to God.
*An Epicurean is a nice person who lives for his own pleasure, although he is self-centered and down to earth.
