Scenario based on the play-fairy tale by S. Marshak "Twelve Months" material on the topic. Methodological development of the performance on the example of the fairy tale "Twelve Months" based on the fairy tale by S. Ya. Marshak. Fairy tale script Play 12 months read completely marshak
Castle. Queen's classroom. Wide board in a carved golden frame. Rosewood desk. A fourteen-year-old Queen sits on a velvet cushion and writes with a long golden pen. In front of her is a gray-bearded Professor of arithmetic and penmanship, who looks like an old astrologer. He is in a robe, in a doctor's bizarre cap with a brush.
Queen. I can't stand writing. All fingers in ink!
Professor. You are absolutely right, your majesty. This is a very unpleasant job. No wonder the ancient poets did without writing instruments, which is why their works are classified by science as oral art. However, I dare to ask you to draw four more lines with Your Majesty's own hand.
Queen. Okay, dictate.
Professor.
The grass is green
The sun is shining
Swallow with spring
It flies to us in the canopy!
Queen. I will write only "The grass is greener." (Writes.) Weed ze-not ...
The Chancellor enters.
Chancellor (bow low). Good morning, your majesty. I take the liberty of most respectfully asking you to sign one rescript and three decrees.
Queen. More to write! Good. But even then I will not add “turns green”. Give me your papers! (Signs the papers one by one.)
Chancellor. Thank you, your majesty. And now let me ask you to draw ...
Queen. Draw again!
Chancellor. Only your highest resolution on this petition.
Queen(impatiently). What should I write?
Chancellor. One of two things, Your Majesty: either "execute" or "pardon".
Queen(About myself). For-me-lo-vat ... Kaz-thread ... I’d better write “execute” - it’s shorter.
The Chancellor takes the papers, bows and leaves.
Professor (sighing heavily). Nothing to say, in short!
Queen. What do you mean?
Professor. Oh, your majesty, what did you write!
Queen. You, of course, again noticed some mistake. You have to write "intrigue", or what?
Professor. No, you spelled that word correctly - and yet you made a very gross mistake.
Queen. Which one?
Professor. You decided the fate of a person without even thinking!
Queen. What more! I can't write and think at the same time.
Professor. Do not need. First you need to think, and then write, your majesty!
Queen. If I obeyed you, I would only do what I thought, thought, thought, and in the end, probably, I would go crazy or come up with God knows what ... But, fortunately, I do not obey you ... Well, what do you have there farther? Ask quickly, otherwise I won’t leave the classroom for a century!
Professor. I dare to ask, Your Majesty: how much is seven eight?
Queen. I don't remember something... It never interested me... And you?
Professor. Of course I did, Your Majesty!
Queen. That's amazing! .. Well, goodbye, our lesson is over. Today, before the New Year, I have a lot to do.
Professor. As you please, Your Majesty! (Sadly and meekly collects books.)
Queen (puts his elbows on the table and watches him absently). Really, it's good to be a queen, and not a simple schoolgirl. Everyone listens to me, even my teacher. Tell me, what would you do with another student if she refused to answer you, what would be seven eight?
Professor. I dare not say, your majesty!
Queen. Nothing, I agree.
Professor(timidly). I'd put it in a corner...
Queen. Ha ha ha! (Pointing to corners.) In this one or this one?
Professor. It's all the same, your majesty.
Queen. I would prefer this one - it's somehow more comfortable. (Stands in a corner.) What if she didn't want to say after that how much a family would be eight?
Professor. I would... I beg Your Majesty's pardon... I would leave her without dinner.
Queen. No lunch? And if she is expecting guests for dinner, for example, ambassadors of some power or a foreign prince?
Professor. Why, I'm not talking about the queen, Your Majesty, but about a simple schoolgirl!
Queen (pulling a chair into a corner and sitting down in it.) Poor simple schoolgirl! You appear to be a very cruel old man. Do you know that I can execute you? And even today, if I want!
Professor(dropping books). Your Majesty!..
Queen. Yes, yes, I can. Why not?
Professor. But why did I anger your Majesty?
Queen. Well, how can I tell you. You are a very selfish person. Whatever I say, you say it's wrong. Whatever you write, you say it's wrong. And I love it when they agree with me!
Professor. Your majesty, I swear by my life, I will no longer argue with you if it is not pleasant for you!
Queen. Do you swear by life? OK then. Then let's continue our lesson. Ask me something. (Sits down at the desk.)
Professor. What is six six, your majesty?
Queen (looks at him, tilting his head to the side). Eleven.
Professor(sad). Quite right, your majesty. What is eight eight?
Queen. Three.
Professor. That's right, your majesty. And how much will...
Queen. How much and how much! What a curious person you are. He asks, asks ... It's better to tell me something interesting yourself.
Professor. Tell me something interesting, Your Majesty? About what? In what way?
Queen. Well I do not know. Something New Year's... After all, today is New Year's Eve.
Professor. Your humble servant. A year, Your Majesty, consists of twelve months!
Queen. Here's how? Indeed?
Professor. Quite right, your majesty. The months are named: January, February, March, April, May, June, July...
Queen. There are so many of them! And you know everyone by name? What a wonderful memory you have!
Professor. Thank you, your majesty! August, September, October, November and December.
Queen. Just think about it!
Professor. Months go one after another. As soon as one month ends, another immediately begins. And it has never happened that February came before January, and September - before August.
Queen. What if I wished it was April now?
Professor. It's impossible, your majesty.
Queen. Are you again?
Professor(pleasantly). It is not I who object to your majesty. This is science and nature!
Queen. Tell me please! And if I issue such a Law and put a great seal?
Professor (helplessly throws up his hands). I'm afraid that won't help either. But it is unlikely that Your Majesty will need such changes in the calendar. After all, every month brings us its gifts and fun. December, January and February - ice skating, a New Year tree, carnival booths, in March the snow melts, in April the first snowdrops peek out from under the snow ...
Queen. So I want it to be April already. I really love snowdrops. I never saw them.
Professor. April is not far away, Your Majesty. Just some three months, or ninety days ...
Queen. Ninety! I can't wait even three days. Tomorrow is the New Year's party, and I want to have these on my desk - what did you call them? - snowdrops.
Professor. Your Majesty, but the laws of nature! ..
Queen(interrupting him). I will issue a new law of nature! (claps hands.) Hey, who's there? Send the Chancellor to me. (To the professor.) And you sit down at my desk and write. Now I will dictate to you. (Thinks.) Well, "The grass is turning green, the sun is shining." Yes, yes, write it. (Thinks.) Well! “The grass is turning green, the sun is shining, and spring flowers are blooming in our royal forests. Therefore, we most mercifully command that a full basket of snowdrops be delivered to the palace by the New Year. The one who fulfills our highest will, we will reward like a king ... ”What would they promise them? Wait a minute, you don’t need to write this! .. Well, I came up with it. Write. "We will give him as much gold as will fit in his basket, we will grant him a velvet coat on a gray fox and let him participate in our royal New Year's skating." Well, have you written? How slowly you write!
Professor. "...on a gray fox..." I haven't written a dictation for a long time, Your Majesty.
Queen. Yeah, you don’t write yourself, but you force me! What a sly one!.. Well, that's all right. Give me a pen - I will draw my highest name! (Quickly puts a squiggle and waves the sheet so that the ink dries faster.)
dramatic fairy tale
Characters
The old stepmother.
Stepdaughter.
The Queen, a girl of fourteen.
Chamberlain, a tall, skinny old lady.
Queen's teacher, professor of arithmetic and calligraphy.
Chief of the Royal Guard.
Officer of the Royal Guard.
Royal Attorney.
Ambassador of the Western Power.
Ambassador of the Eastern Power.
Chief gardener.
Gardeners.
Old Soldier.
Young Soldier.
Old Raven.
First Belka.
Second Belka.
Twelve months.
First Herald.
Second Herald.
Courtiers.
STEP ONE
PICTURE ONE
Winter forest. Secluded clearing. Undisturbed snow lies in wavy snowdrifts, covers the trees with fluffy hats. Very quiet. For a few moments the stage is empty, even as if dead. Then a sunbeam runs through the snow and illuminates the whitish-gray Wolf's head, peering out of the thicket, the Crow on the pine tree, the Squirrel, perched in the fork of the branches near the hollow. There is a rustle, the flapping of wings, the crunch of dry wood. The forest is alive.
Wolf. Woo! You will look as if there is no one in the forest, as if it is empty all around. Don't fool me! I smell - and a hare is here, and a squirrel in a hollow, and a raven on a branch, and partridges in a snowdrift. Woo! That would have eaten them all!
Crow. Carr, carr! You lie - you won't eat everyone.
Wolf. And don't croak. My belly is cramped with hunger, My teeth are clicking.
Crow. Carr, carr! Go, brrat, your dear, do not touch anyone. Yes, look, no matter how you are touched. I am a sharp-sighted vorron, I see thirty miles from a tree.
Wolf. Well, what do you see?
Crow. Carr, carr! A soldier is walking along the road. Wolf death is behind him, wolf death is on his side. Carr, carr! Where are you, grey?
Wolf. It's boring to listen to you, the old one, I'll run to where you are not! (Runs away.)
Crow. Carr, carr! Gray got away, got scared. Deeper into the forest - away from death. And the soldier is not following the wolf, but following the tree. The sled pulls along. Today's holiday is New Year's Eve. Nedarrom and frost hit New Year's, crackling. Oh, to spread my wings, to fly, to warm up - yes, I'm old, old ... Carr, carr! (Hides among the branches.)
A third jumps out into the clearing. On the branches next to the former Squirrel, another one appears.
Hare (clapping paw on paw). Cold, cold, cold. The frost is breathtaking, paws freeze on the run to the snow. Squirrels, and squirrels, let's play burners. Call the sun, call spring!
First Squirrel. Come on, rabbit. Who will burn first?
oblique, oblique,
Don't go barefoot
And go shod
Wrap your paws.
If you are shod
Wolves won't find a hare
The bear will not find you.
Come out - you burn!
The hare gets ahead. Behind him are two Squirrels.
Hare.
Burn, burn bright
To not go out.
Look at the sky, the birds are flying
The bells are ringing!
First Squirrel. Catch, rabbit!
Second Squirrel. You won't catch up!
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 enters the clearing. She is wearing a large tattered handkerchief, an old jacket, worn-out shoes, coarse mittens. She pulls a sled behind her, with a hatchet in her belt. The girl stops between the trees and gazes intently at the Hare and the Squirrels. They are so busy playing that they do not notice it. Squirrels climb a tree with acceleration.
Hare. Where are you, where are you? That's not right, it's not fair! I don't play with you anymore.
First Squirrel. And you, hare, jump, jump!
Second Squirrel. Jump up, jump up!
First Squirrel. Wag your tail - and on a branch!
Hare (trying to jump, plaintively). Yes, I have a short tail...
The squirrels laugh. The girl too. Hare and Squirrels quickly look back at her and hide.
Stepdaughter (wiping tears with a mitten). Oh, I can't! How funny! It got hot in the cold. Tail, says, I have a short. So 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 the sled behind him. Soldier - mustachioed, experienced, middle-aged.
Soldier. Hello, beauty! Why are you happy about it - did you find a treasure or heard good news?
The stepdaughter waves her hand and laughs even louder.
Tell me what makes you laugh. Maybe I'll laugh with you too.
Stepdaughter. Yes, you won't believe it!
Soldier. From what? We soldiers have heard enough of everything in our lifetime, seen enough of everything. To believe - we believe, but we do not give in to deceit.
Stepdaughter. Here a hare played with squirrels in the burners, in this very place!
Soldier. Well?
Stepdaughter. Pure truth! This is how our kids play outside. “Burn, burn clearly so that it doesn’t go out ...” He is behind them, they are from him, through the snow and onto a tree. And they tease: "Jump, jump, jump, jump!"
Soldier. Is that what we say?
Stepdaughter. In our opinion.
Soldier. Say goodbye!
Stepdaughter. So you don't believe me!
Soldier. How not to believe! What day is it? The old year ends, the new year begins. And I also heard from my grandfather that his grandfather told him that on this day everything happens in the world - just know how to lie in wait and peep. Is it any wonder that squirrels and hares play burners! On New Year's Eve, this doesn't happen.
Stepdaughter. But what?
Soldier. Is it so, is it not, but my grandfather said that on the very eve of the New Year, his grandfather happened to meet with all twelve months.
Stepdaughter. Yah?
Soldier. Pure truth. All year round the old man saw at once: winter, and summer, and spring, and autumn. I remembered it for the rest of my life, I told my son and told my grandchildren to tell. That's how it got to me.
Stepdaughter. How is it possible that winter and summer and spring and autumn come together! They cannot be together.
Soldier. Well, what I know, I'm talking about, but what I don't know, I won't say. And why did you wander into such a cold here? I am a forced man, the authorities sent me here, but who are you?
Stepdaughter. And I did not come of my own free will.
Soldier. Are you in service?
Stepdaughter. No, I live at home.
Soldier. How did your mother let you go?
Stepdaughter. The mother would not let go, but the stepmother sent - to collect brushwood, chop firewood.
Soldier. Wow how! So you are an orphan? That's what ammunition you have for the second term. That's right, it blows right through you. Well, let me help you, and then I'll start my own business.
Samuil Yakovlevich Marshak
Twelve months
Slavic fairy tale
Do you know how many months in a year?
Twelve.
And what are their names?
January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December.
As soon as one month ends, another immediately begins. And it has never happened before that February came before January left, and May overtook April.
Months go one after another and never meet.
But people say that in the mountainous country of Bohemia there was a girl who saw all twelve months at once.
How did it happen?
That's how.
In one small village there lived an evil and stingy woman with her daughter and stepdaughter. She loved her daughter, but her stepdaughter could not please her in any way. Whatever the stepdaughter does, everything is wrong, no matter how she turns, everything is in the wrong direction.
The daughter spent whole days on the feather bed and ate gingerbread, and the stepdaughter had no time to sit down from morning to night: either bring water, then bring brushwood from the forest, then rinse the linen on the river, then empty the beds in the garden.
She knew the winter cold, and the summer heat, and the spring wind, and the autumn rain. That is why, perhaps, she once had a chance to see all twelve months at once.
It was winter. It was the month of January. There was so much snow that they had to shovel it 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 over them.
People sat in houses and stoked stoves.
At such and such a time, in the evening, the evil stepmother opened the door ajar, looked at how the blizzard was sweeping, and then returned to the warm stove and said to her stepdaughter:
You would go to the forest and pick snowdrops there. Tomorrow is your sister's birthday.
The girl looked at her stepmother: is she joking or is she really sending her into the forest? It's scary now in the forest! And what are snowdrops in the middle of winter? Before March, they will not be born, no matter how much you look for them. Only you will disappear in the forest, you will get bogged down in snowdrifts.
And her sister says to her:
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 tattered scarf, and went out the door.
The wind powders her eyes with snow, tears her handkerchief from her. She walks, barely pulling her legs out of the snowdrifts.
It's getting darker all around. The sky is black, it does not look at the earth with a single star, and the earth is a little lighter. It's from the snow.
Here is the forest. It's so dark in here you can't see your hands. The girl sat down on a fallen tree and sits. All the same, he thinks where to freeze.
And suddenly, far away, between the trees, a light flashed - as if a star had become entangled among the branches.
The girl got up and went to this light. Drowning in snowdrifts, climbs over a windbreak. “If only,” he thinks, “the light does not go out!” And it does not go out, it burns brighter and brighter. Already there was a smell of warm smoke, and it became audible how brushwood crackles in the fire.
The girl quickened her pace and went out into the clearing. Yes, it froze.
Light in the clearing, as if from the sun. In the middle of the clearing, a large fire burns, almost reaches the very sky. And people are sitting around the fire - some are closer to the fire, some are farther 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 lumberjacks: they are so smart - some in silver, some in gold, some in green velvet.
Young people are sitting near the fire, and old people are at a distance.
And suddenly one old man turned around - the tallest, bearded, eyebrows - and looked in the direction where the girl was standing.
She was frightened, wanted to run away, but it was too late. The old man asks her loudly:
Where did you come from? What do you need here?
The girl showed him her empty basket and said:
I need to collect snowdrops in this basket.
The old man laughed.
Is it in January something snowdrops? Wow what did you think!
I did not invent, - the girl answers, - but my stepmother sent me here for snowdrops and did not tell me to return home with an empty basket.
Then all twelve looked at her and began to talk among themselves.
A girl is standing, listening, but she doesn’t understand the words - as if it’s not people talking, but trees making noise.
They talked and talked and were silent.
And the tall old man turned around again and asked:
What will you do if you don't find snowdrops? After all, before the month of March, they will not look out.
I'll stay in the forest, - the girl says. - I'll wait for the month of March. It's better to freeze in the forest than to return home without snowdrops.
She said it and cried.
And suddenly one of the twelve, the youngest, cheerful, in a fur coat on one shoulder, got up and went up to the old man:
Brother January, give me your place for an hour!
The old man stroked his long beard and said:
I would give in, but not to be Mart before February.
All right, - grumbled another old man, all shaggy, with a disheveled beard. - Give in, I won't argue! We all know her well: sometimes you will meet her at the ice hole with buckets, then in the forest with a bundle of firewood ... She has her own for all months. We must help her.
Well, be your way, - said January.
SCENARIO "12 MONTHS"
CHARACTERS:
evil stepmother
Stepmother's own daughter
Stepdaughter
A 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 LITTLE COUNTRY
People tend to dream
Live, giving love and affection!
Wonderful fairy tale
We decided to show
Scene I in the palace.
(Princess, Professor, Minister)
palace chambers, lesson room, table, armchair, inkwell
It's been 5 years since the king left this world, leaving the professor to take care of the princess. And the young princess imagines herself a queen, capricious and careless. What can you do, from birth she grew up without a mother and got used to telling everyone.
The professor takes the stage.
Princess (offstage):
Professor, where are you?
Professor:
I'm here baby! Time to start our lesson. Let's go, Your Majesty. Let's review the spelling rules.
A princess:
Oh, right, it's all so boring. Every time the same thing: study, study...
Professor:
Your Majesty, you can be stubborn, but if you want to become a queen, then you need to study!
A princess:
Tired of learning, learning, learning... That's all you know. Now I will issue a decree and order everyone to be executed. (stomp foot)
Professor:
For mercy, Your Majesty, why such disgrace?!
Princess (capriciously):
For making me angry again. You teach me all the time, I'm tired. Okay, I'll do one task, and tell me to carry lunch. Well, what do you have there?
Professor (dictating):
- "The grass is turning green, the sun is shining, The swallow is flying in the canopy with spring!"
Princess (capriciously):
This verse is so long, and it's not spring, it's Christmas. I won't write like that...
Professor:
But the poet wrote
A princess:
But I now want to write "The grass is shining" or only "The grass is turning green." And just try to answer me. I am a queen, not a child!
The princess begins to diligently draw a line, and at the same time looks out the window.
A princess:
What a snowstorm outside the window, howling and sweeping. I want spring. That's right, let spring come!
Professor:
But, Your Majesty, this cannot be. Spring will come only when winter is over.
A princess:
Here again you reread me.
The princess calls the minister.
Princess (to 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?
A 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.
A princess:
How dare they, only in April...
Professor:
There are no snowdrops in the middle of winter - this is the law of nature. And at the end of December there will be no spring.
A princess:
What about today?
Professor:
End of December. And then, the beginning of January. Then February, March, and only then April.
A princess:
No, there won't be January until the snowdrops are brought to me. And whoever brings these flowers, I will order them to be exchanged for gold coins.
Princess (addressing the Minister):
Minister! Immediately prepare Decree: Flowers to the Palace!
Scene II. At my stepmother's house.
(Stepmother, Daughter, Stepdaughter)
village hut.
Stepmother (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, ears open...
Well, I love to eat.
And sleep .. (falls asleep)
Herald -
Royal Decree: A reward awaits the one who brings a snowdrop to the palace on New Year's Eve!
Stepmother (daughter):
Heard? Where is our shopping cart?!
They start looking.
Stepmother (about Stepdaughter):
Where does this lazybones go? We will send it!
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:
Went for sickness.
Daughter and stepmother (in chorus):
And now you will go to the forest for snowdrops!
Stepdaughter:
What are you, what kind of snowdrops are in the forest in winter?
Stepmother:
Are you arguing again? It is said, take a basket, go into the forest and do not dare to return without snowdrops!
She pushes her stepdaughter out the door.
Stepmother: My swallow and you
Get ready for the Queen
In the morning we will go with you:
We'll take flowers to her
And we'll get a lot of money
We will not become grief in anything!
(takes Daughter backstage)
Daughter: We will get money - the sea! And we will not know grief! (Leave)
Scene III. Snow covered forest.
(Stepdaughter, brothers-months)
Girls appear on the stage - snowflakes
(to the music of a blizzard)
1 snowflake:
We are white snowflakes
We fly, we fly, we fly.
Paths and paths
We'll screw everything up.
2 snowflakes
Let's circle over the garden
On a cold winter day
And quietly sit next to each other
With people like us.
3 snowflake
Dancing over the fields
We lead our round dance,
Where, we don't know
The wind will carry us.
4 snowflakes:
On pine and birch
Fringe -
white yarn
The winter got them.
5 snowflake:
Light fluffy,
snowflake white,
What a pure
How brave!
6 snowflake:
Snow, snow is falling
The dark night is spinning!
We gathered in a circle
Rolled up like snow.
DANCE OF SNOWFLAKES
Stepdaughter:
Very scary in the forest at night
From the evil cold to die,
Oh, snowdrop flowers,
I won't see you in the spring.
Suddenly Stepdaughter notices a fire among the trees.
Frost is celebrating
The gray-haired blizzard is angry.
Who else for Christmas
Suddenly not sitting at home?
A picture opens: the brothers-months are sitting by the magic fire.
Month of 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:
Come to the fire, warm yourself. Closer, sit down.
November:
I see her here often.
Stepdaughter:
Usually behind deadwood
I go to the forest in winter
Collect snowdrops in the forest
Suddenly ordered by herself ...
The queen herself!
And my stepmother
I didn't dare to disobey
Although make people laugh
Really not a hunt.
And the girl cried.
Month of March:
Don't cry, we can help your trouble!
Stop it, our big brother,
Light January, blizzard circling!
April:
Can you borrow a staff?
Half an hour, believe me, is enough for me.
Strike the earth with your staff!
January:
I don't mind - how's February?
February:
I don't mind, what do I want?
Give way to spring!
The brothers pass the staff to each other and knock it on the ground. April takes the staff last.
April:
Go ahead and pick up 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 boldly. And here's something else...
He hands the girl a ring.
July: (refers to the month in the sky)
Month, you are our heavenly brother!
See our guest
And bring it home.
October:
You keep our ring!
September:
Do not tell anybody,
You, beauty about us!
Stepdaughter:
I will not say!
August (Seeing her off, waving after her)
Well, have a good time!
Scene IV. At the stepmother's house
Daughter:
Someone knocks on the door. Maybe an animal? Or is the blizzard beating?
The Stepdaughter enters the door and places the basket in front of the Stepmother and her Daughter.
Stepdaughter (tired): Well, I went behind the stove, To bask in a warm place! (goes to center stage)
Daughter: Let's run to the palace!
Stepmother: Oh, I'm deathly glad!
Daughter: I will ask for a large chest
With a huge reward! (run to the right)
They quickly get dressed and leave.
Scene V. In the palace.
(Professor, Minister, Princess)
a throne room, a decorated Christmas tree, a princess sits on the throne.
Minister:
Happy New Year to you, Your Majesty!
A princess:
What, you don't understand at all? I told you that without flowers, the New Year will not come!
Professor (nervously):
Your Majesty is this a joke?
A princess:
I'm not into jokes. So where are the flowers? Bring them to me now!
Professor:
But, Your Majesty, on Christmas Eve in the forest - only blizzards!
Princess (irritated):
You dare to contradict me again?!
Suddenly, a noise is heard offstage. The Minister leaves to find out what is there.
The Minister, Stepmother and Daughter appear.
Professor (seeing the flowers):
I'm probably going crazy. There are flowers! Spring - winter? Oh my God!!!
Princess (happily):
Professor, well, what did I tell you? Let's bring flowers here! Where did you get them?
Stepmother (stammering):
In the morning with Daughter and all night among the snowdrifts in the forest we strayed, strayed and suddenly found flowers.
Princess (surprised):
Stepmother (pushing her daughter with her elbow):
Continue you!
Daughter:
Well, we go more often and see a bird sitting and calling for spring ...
A princess:
Whom is he calling?
Daughter (pushing Stepmother to the side):
Continue!
Stepmother:
Well, spring is calling, well, ... the sun is there, ... flowering! And flowers bloomed from her singing ...
Minister (incredulously):
Can not be!
Stepmother:
Well, we quickly lied the whole basket!
Daughter (pushing Stepmother in the side):
They didn’t lie, but they Narrated!
Stepmother:
And what am I saying, narvali and immediately to the palace.
Daughter:
To get gold for them. Here.
Princess (important and majestic):
Minister, reward them. Fill a basket of gold.
Princess (referring to her stepmother and daughter):
Take us to where you found the flowers immediately! Otherwise, I will order you to be executed!
Stepmother and Daughter fall to their knees in fright.
Stepmother:
Your Majesty, have mercy. Save, have mercy! It was not we who found the flowers, but our lazybones.
Daughter:
Yes, yes, this is my sister. You ask her.
A 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 with Daughter, Stepdaughter, 12 brothers-months)
On stage Princess, Stepmother and Daughter. The stepmother silently points to the stepdaughter.
The stepdaughter at this time examines the ring and admires it.
The princess sneaks up on her stepdaughter.
A 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 live.
Stepdaughter:
But there are no more flowers.
Princess (impatiently):
Where did you get them?
Stepdaughter:
I can not tell. It's a secret!
Princess (in anger):
What?! Secrets from me!!! Execute!!! Oh yes... give me the ring!
Pulls out the ring, it falls and rolls.
Stepdaughter:
Ah, dear brothers, come to my aid.
The brothers of the 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 a Snow Woman!
Stepmother:
How dare you call your own mother a snow woman?
Daughter:
You are exactly like a snowman. As cold and mean as a dog.
Stepmother and Daughter begin to swear and call each other names.
Here they grappled like dogs. On business and reward!
March:
Look, they've turned into two dogs.
Princess (scared):
I, though the Queen, but I'm afraid. I did not want to offend you.
Princess (pointing to the Minister):
That's all he is. He wrote orders.
Minister:
Well, I found the last one again.
January (Princess):
You better ask for forgiveness from all those whom you offended.
Princess (addressing the minister, professor):
Forgive me for being proud, stubborn, capricious, not courteous. I promise I'll fix it.
Princess (referring to 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 in the past year!
Frequent forest,
Blizzard field
The winter holiday is upon us.
So let's say together:
TOGETHER"Hello, hello, New Year!"
PERFORMANCE OF THE SONG ABOUT SNOWFLAKES
Slavic fairy tale
Do you know how many months in a year?
Twelve.
And what are their names?
January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December.
As soon as one month ends, another immediately begins. And it has never happened before that February came before January left, and May overtook April.
Months go one after another and never meet.
But people say that in the mountainous country of Bohemia there was a girl who saw all twelve months at once.
How did it happen?
That's how.
In one small village there lived an evil and stingy woman with her daughter and stepdaughter. She loved her daughter, but her stepdaughter could not please her in any way. Whatever the stepdaughter does, everything is wrong, no matter how she turns, everything is in the wrong direction.
The daughter spent whole days on the feather bed and ate gingerbread, and the stepdaughter had no time to sit down from morning to night: either bring water, then bring brushwood from the forest, then rinse the linen on the river, then empty the beds in the garden.
She knew the winter cold, and the summer heat, and the spring wind, and the autumn rain. That is why, perhaps, she once had a chance to see all twelve months at once.
It was winter. It was the month of January. There was so much snow that they had to shovel it 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 over them.
People sat in houses and stoked stoves.
At such and such a time, in the evening, the evil stepmother opened the door ajar, looked at how the blizzard was sweeping, and then returned to the warm stove and said to her stepdaughter:
You would go to the forest and pick snowdrops there. Tomorrow is your sister's birthday.
The girl looked at her stepmother: is she joking or is she really sending her into the forest? It's scary now in the forest! And what are snowdrops in the middle of winter? Before March, they will not be born, no matter how much you look for them. Only you will disappear in the forest, you will get bogged down in snowdrifts.
And her sister says to her:
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 tattered scarf, and went out the door.
The wind powders her eyes with snow, tears her handkerchief from her. She walks, barely pulling her legs out of the snowdrifts.
It's getting darker all around. The sky is black, it does not look at the earth with a single star, and the earth is a little lighter. It's from the snow.
Here is the forest. It's so dark in here you can't see your hands. The girl sat down on a fallen tree and sits. All the same, he thinks where to freeze.
And suddenly, far away, between the trees, a light flashed - as if a star had become entangled among the branches.
The girl got up and went to this light. Drowning in snowdrifts, climbs over a windbreak. “If only,” he thinks, “the light does not go out!” And it does not go out, it burns brighter and brighter. Already there was a smell of warm smoke, and it became audible how brushwood crackles in the fire.
The girl quickened her pace and went out into the clearing. Yes, it froze.
Light in the clearing, as if from the sun. In the middle of the clearing, a large fire burns, almost reaches the very sky. And people are sitting around the fire - some are closer to the fire, some are farther 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 lumberjacks: they are so smart - some in silver, some in gold, some in green velvet.
Young people are sitting near the fire, and old people are at a distance.
And suddenly one old man turned around - the tallest, bearded, eyebrows - and looked in the direction where the girl was standing.
She was frightened, wanted to run away, but it was too late. The old man asks her loudly:
Where did you come from? What do you need here?
The girl showed him her empty basket and said:
I need to collect snowdrops in this basket.
The old man laughed.
Is it in January something snowdrops? Wow what did you think!
I did not invent, - the girl answers, - but my stepmother sent me here for snowdrops and did not tell me to return home with an empty basket.
Then all twelve looked at her and began to talk among themselves.
A girl is standing, listening, but she doesn’t understand the words - as if it’s not people talking, but trees making noise.
They talked and talked and were silent.
And the tall old man turned around again and asked:
What will you do if you don't find snowdrops? After all, before the month of March, they will not look out.
I'll stay in the forest, - the girl says. - I'll wait for the month of March. It's better to freeze in the forest than to return home without snowdrops.
She said it and cried.
And suddenly one of the twelve, the youngest, cheerful, in a fur coat on one shoulder, got up and went up to the old man:
Brother January, give me your place for an hour!
The old man stroked his long beard and said:
I would give in, but not to be Mart before February.
All right, - grumbled another old man, all shaggy, with a disheveled beard. - Give in, I won't argue! We all know her well: sometimes you will meet her at the ice hole with buckets, then in the forest with a bundle of firewood ... She has her own for all months. We must help her.
Well, be your way, - said January.