Autumn is a dull time of charm. Sad time, eyes charm .... Let them burn in our oven

Why does my dormant mind not enter then?

Derzhavin.

October has already come - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has died - the road freezes through.
The murmuring stream still runs behind the mill,
But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
In the departing fields with his hunt,
And they suffer winter from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes the sleeping oak forests.

Now it's my time: I don't like spring;
The thaw is boring to me; stink, dirt - I'm sick in the spring;
The blood is fermenting; feelings, the mind is constrained by melancholy.
In the harsh winter I am more satisfied,
I love her snows; in the presence of the moon
How easy the sleigh run with a friend is fast and free,
When under the sable, warm and fresh,
She shakes your hand, glowing and trembling!

How fun, shod with sharp iron feet,
Glide on the mirror of stagnant, smooth rivers!
And the brilliant anxieties of the winter holidays?..
But you also need to know honor; half a year snow yes snow,
After all, this is finally the inhabitant of the lair,
Bear, get bored. You can't for a century
We ride in a sleigh with the young Armides
Or sour by the stoves behind the double panes.

Oh, red summer! I would love you
If it weren't for the heat, and dust, and mosquitoes, and flies.
You, destroying all spiritual abilities,
you torment us; like fields, we suffer from drought;
Just how to get drunk, but refresh yourself -
There is no other thought in us, and it is a pity for the winter of the old woman,
And, having spent it with pancakes and wine,
We make a wake for her with ice cream and ice.

The days of late autumn are usually scolded,
But she is dear to me, dear reader,
Silent beauty, shining humbly.
So unloved child in the native family
It draws me to itself. To tell you frankly
Of the annual times, I am glad only for her alone,
There is a lot of good in it; lover is not vain,
I found something in her a wayward dream.

How to explain it? I like her,
Like a consumptive maiden to you
Sometimes I like it. Condemned to death
The poor thing bows without grumbling, without anger.
The smile on the lips of the faded is visible;
She does not hear the yawn of the grave abyss;
Plays on the face even crimson color.
She is still alive today, not tomorrow.

Sad time! oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.

And every autumn I bloom again;
The Russian cold is good for my health;
I again feel love for the habits of being:
Sleep flies in succession, hunger finds in succession;
Easily and joyfully plays in the heart of blood,
Desires boil - I'm happy again, young,
I am full of life again - this is my body
(Allow me to forgive unnecessary prosaism).

Lead me a horse; in the expanse of the open,
Waving his mane, he carries a rider,
And loudly under his shining hoof
The frozen valley rings and the ice cracks.
But the short day goes out, and in the forgotten fireplace
The fire is burning again - then a bright light is pouring,
It smolders slowly - and I read before it
Or I feed long thoughts in my soul.

And I forget the world - and in sweet silence
I am sweetly lulled by my imagination
And poetry awakens in me:
The soul is embarrassed by lyrical excitement,
It trembles and sounds, and searches, as in a dream,
Finally pour out free manifestation -
And then an invisible swarm of guests comes to me,
Old acquaintances, fruits of my dreams.

And the thoughts in my head are worried in courage,
And light rhymes run towards them,
And fingers ask for a pen, pen for paper,
A minute - and the verses will flow freely.
So the ship slumbers motionless in motionless moisture,
But chu! - the sailors suddenly rush, crawl
Up, down - and the sails puffed out, the winds are full;
The mass has moved and cuts through the waves.

Floats. Where are we to swim?
. . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . .

Pushkin, 1833

After the verses:

And then an invisible swarm of guests comes to me,
Old acquaintances, fruits of my dreams. -

the manuscript followed an octave omitted from the final text:

Steel knights, gloomy sultans,
Monks, dwarfs, arapian kings,
Greek women with a rosary, corsairs, bogdykhans,
Spaniards in epanches, Jews, heroes,

Captive princesses and evil giants.
And you, favorites of my golden dawn, -
You, my young ladies, with bare shoulders,
With temples smooth and languid eyes.

Sad time! Oh charm!...
Alexander Pushkin

Sad time! Oh charm!

And distant gray winter threats.

autumn morning
Alexander Pushkin

There was a noise; field pipe
My solitude is announced
And with the image of a mistress draga
The last dream fell.
A shadow has already fallen from the sky.
The dawn has risen, the pale day is shining -
And all around me is a deaf desolation ...
She's gone... I was off the coast,
Where the darling went on a clear evening;
On the shore, on the green meadows
I did not find any visible traces,
Left by her beautiful foot.
Thoughtfully wandering in the wilderness of forests,
I spoke the name of the incomparable;
I called her - and a solitary voice
The empty valleys called her into the distance.
He came to the stream, attracted by dreams;
Its streams flowed slowly,
The unforgettable image did not tremble in them.
She's gone!.. Until the sweet spring
I said goodbye with bliss and soul.
Already in autumn with a cold hand
The heads of birches and lindens are bare,
She rustles in the deserted oak forests;
There, day and night, a yellow leaf is spinning,
There is a fog on the waves of the cooled,
And an instant wind whistle is heard.
Fields, hills, familiar oak forests!
Keepers of sacred silence!
Witnesses of my anguish, fun!
You are forgotten... until the sweet spring!

Already the sky was breathing in autumn ...
Alexander Pushkin
Already the sky was breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less
The day was getting shorter
Forests mysterious canopy
With a sad noise she was naked,
Fog fell on the fields
Geese noisy caravan
Stretched to the south: approaching
Pretty boring time;
November was already at the yard.

Autumn
Alexander Pushkin

“That year the autumn weather…”

That year the autumn weather
Stood in the yard for a long time
Winter was waiting, nature was waiting.
It only snowed in January...
(Excerpt from the novel "Eugene Onegin, chapter 5, stanzas I and II)

"Golden autumn has come"

The golden autumn has arrived.
Nature is quivering, pale,
Like a victim, magnificently removed ...
Here is the north, catching up the clouds,
He breathed, howled - and here she is,
Winter is coming..
(Excerpt from the novel "Eugene Onegin", chapter 7, stanzas XXIX and XXX)

Autumn - "A dull time ...", the favorite season of poets, philosophers, romantics and melancholics. Poems about autumn will “swirl” with words-winds, “drizzle” with stanzas-rains, “dazzle” with epithets-leaves ... Feel the breath of autumn in autumn poems for children and adults.

Poems about autumn: A. S. Pushkin

Sad time! Oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.

AUTUMN

(excerpt)

Already the sky was breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less
The day was getting shorter
Forests mysterious canopy
She stripped naked with a sad noise.
Fog fell on the fields
Noisy geese caravan
Stretched to the south: approaching
Pretty boring time;
November was already at the yard.

Poems about autumn:

Agniya Barto

JOKE ABOUT SHUROCHKA

leaf fall, leaf fall,
All the link rushed to the garden,
Shura came running.

Leaves (hear?) rustle:
Shurochka, Shurochka...

A shower of leaves lacy
Rustles about her alone:
Shurochka, Shurochka...

Three leaves swept,
Approached the teacher
- Things are going well!
(I'm working, mind you, they say,
Praise Shurochka,
Shurochka, Shurochka ...)

How the link works
Shura doesn't care
Just to point out
Whether in the classroom, in the newspaper,
Shurochka, Shurochka...

leaf fall, leaf fall,
The garden is buried in leaves,
Leaves rustle sadly
Shurochka, Shurochka...

Poems about autumn:

Alexey Pleshcheev

Boring picture!
Clouds without end
The rain is pouring down
Puddles on the porch…
stunted rowan
Wet under the window
Looks village
Gray spot.
What are you visiting early
Autumn, come to us?
Still asks the heart
Light and warmth!

AUTUMN SONG

The summer has passed
Autumn has come.
In fields and groves
Empty and dull.

The birds have flown
The days got shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.

AUTUMN

Autumn has come
dried flowers,
And look sad
Bare bushes.

Wither and turn yellow
Grass in the meadows
Only turns green
Winter in the fields.

A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field
The rain is drizzling..

Noisy water
fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warm climes.

Poems about autumn:

Ivan Bunin

LEAF FALL

Forest, like a painted tower,
Purple, gold, crimson,
Cheerful, colorful wall
It stands over a bright meadow.

Birches with yellow carving
Shine in blue azure,
Like towers, Christmas trees darken,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there in the foliage through
Clearances in the sky, that windows.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
During the summer it dried up from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
He enters his motley tower ...

Dry stalks of corn in the fields,

Wheel tracks and faded haulm.
In the cold sea - pale jellyfish
And red underwater grass.

Fields and autumn. Sea and naked
Rock breaks. Here is the night and here we go
To the dark shore At sea - lethargy
In all its great mystery.

"Do you see water?" - “I see only mercury
Foggy brilliance ... "No sky, no earth.
Only a star shine hangs under us - in a muddy
Bottomless phosphorus dust.

Poems about autumn:

Boris Pasternak

GOLD AUTUMN

Autumn. Fairy tale,
All open for review.
clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes

Like in an art exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.

Linden hoop gold -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
Birch face - under the veil
Wedding and transparent.

buried earth
Under foliage in ditches, pits.
In the yellow maples of the wing,
As if in gilded frames.

Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.

Where you can not step into the ravine,
So that everyone does not know:
So raging that not a step
A tree leaf underfoot.

Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echoes at the steep slope
And dawn cherry glue
Freezes in the form of a clot.

Autumn. ancient corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flips through the cold.

Poems about autumn:

Nikolai Nekrasov

UNCOMPRESSED STRIP

Late fall. The rooks flew away
The forest is bare, the fields are empty,

Only one strip is not compressed ...
She makes a sad thought.

It seems that the ears whisper to each other:
We are bored listening to the autumn blizzard,

It's boring to bend down to the ground,
Fat grains bathed in dust!

We are being ruined by villages every night
Every flying gluttonous bird,

The hare tramples us, and the storm beats us ...
Where is our plowman? what else is waiting for?

Or are we born worse than others?
Or unfriendly blossomed-eared?

Not! we are no worse than others - and for a long time
Grain has been poured and ripened in us.

Not for the same he plowed and sowed
So that the autumn wind will dispel us? .. "

The wind brings them a sad answer:
“Your plowman has no urine.

He knew why he plowed and sowed,
Yes, he started the work beyond his strength.

Poor poor fellow - does not eat or drink,
The worm sucks his sick heart,

The hands that brought these furrows,
They dried up to a chip, hung like whips.

Like on a plow, leaning on your hand,
The plowman thoughtfully walked in a lane.

Poems about autumn:

Agniya Barto

We didn't see the beetle
And the winter frames were closed,
And he's alive, he's still alive
Buzzing in the window
Spreading my wings...
And I call my mother for help:
-There's a live beetle!
Let's open the frame!

Poems about autumn:

V. Stepanov

SPARROW

Autumn looked into the garden -
The birds have flown away.
Outside the window rustling in the morning
Yellow blizzards.
Under the feet of the first ice
Crumbles, breaks.
The sparrow in the garden will sigh
And sing -
He is shy.

Poems about autumn:

Konstantin Balmont

AUTUMN

Cowberry ripens
The days got colder
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.

Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In multi-colored attire.

The sun laughs less
There is no incense in flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And cry awake.

Poems about autumn:

Apollo Maykov

AUTUMN

Covers a golden leaf
Wet ground in the forest...
I boldly trample with my foot
Spring forest beauty.

Cheeks burn with cold;
I like to run in the forest,
Hear the branches crack
Rake the leaves with your feet!

I have no former pleasures here!
The forest has taken a secret from itself:
The last nut is plucked
Tied the last flower;

Moss is not raised, not blown up
A pile of curly mushrooms;
Doesn't hang around the stump
Purple lingonberry brushes;

Long on the leaves, lies
The nights are frosty, and through the forest
Looks cold somehow
Clear skies...

Leaves rustle under foot;
Death spreads its harvest...
Only I have a cheerful soul
And like crazy, I sing!

I know, not without reason among the mosses
I tore an early snowdrop;
Down to autumn colors
Every flower I have met.

What the soul told them
What did they say to her?
I remember, breathing happiness,
In winter nights and days!

Leaves rustle underfoot...
Death spreads its harvest!
Only I am cheerful in soul -
And like crazy, I sing!

Autumn leaves are circling in the wind

Autumn leaves cry out in alarm:
“Everything is dying, everything is dying! You are black and naked
O our dear forest, your end has come!

The royal forest does not hear the alarm.
Under the dark azure of harsh skies
He was swaddled by mighty dreams,
And the strength for a new spring ripens in him.

Poems about autumn:

Nikolai Ogarev

IN AUTUMN

How good were sometimes spring bliss -
And the soft freshness of green grasses,
And leaves fragrant young shoots
On the branches of the quivering awakened oak forests,
And the day is a luxurious and warm radiance,
And bright colors gentle fusion!
But you are closer to the heart, autumn tides,
When a tired forest on the soil of a compressed field
With a whisper, it blows away the old sheets,
And the sun later from the desert height,
The despondency of the bright is fulfilled, looks ...
So peaceful memory silently illuminates
And past happiness and past dreams.

Poems about autumn:

Alexander Tvardovsky

NOVEMBER

The tree became more noticeable in the forest,
It is tidy and empty.
And naked as a panicle
Clogged with mud by the countryside,
Blown with hoar frost,
Trembling, whistling vine bush.

Between thinning tops

Blue appeared.
Noisy at the edges
Bright yellow foliage.
Birds are not heard. Crack small
broken knot,
And, with a flickering tail, a squirrel
Light makes a jump.
The spruce in the forest became more noticeable,
Protects deep shade.
Boletus last
He pushed his hat to one side.

Poems about autumn:

Athanasius Fet

IN AUTUMN

When the through web
Spreads the threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant Annunciation is more audible,

We are not sad, afraid again
Breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer lived
We understand more clearly.

Poems about autumn:

Fedor Tyutchev

Is in the autumn of the original
Short but wonderful time -
The whole day stands as if crystal,
And radiant evenings ...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But far from the first winter storms
And pure and warm azure pours
On the resting field…

Poems about autumn:

Sergey Yesenin

The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
Fog and damp from the water.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.
The blasted road is slumbering.
She dreamed today
What is very, very little
It remains to wait for the gray winter ...

Children's poems about autumn

E. Trutneva

In the morning we go to the yard -
Leaves fall like rain
Rustle underfoot
And fly... fly... fly...

Gossamer webs fly
With spiders in the middle
And high from the ground
The cranes flew by.

Everything flies! It must be
Our summer is flying by.

A. Berlova

NOVEMBER
Hands get cold in November
Cold, wind in the yard,
Late autumn brings
First snow and first ice.

SEPTEMBER
Autumn got the colors
She needs a lot of coloring.
Leaves are yellow and red
Gray - the sky and puddles.

OCTOBER
It's been raining since morning
It pours as if from a bucket,
And like big flowers
Umbrellas unfurl.

****
M. Isakovsky
AUTUMN
Zhito harvested, mowed hay,
The suffering and the heat have departed.
Drowning in foliage knee-deep,
Again, autumn stands at the yard.

Golden bales of straw
On currents on collective farms lie.
And guys dear friend
They rush to school.

****
A. Balonsky
IN THE FOREST
Leaves swirl over the path.
The forest is transparent and crimson ...
It's good to roam with a basket
Along the edges and glades!

We go and under our feet
A rustle of gold is heard.
Smells like wet mushrooms
Smells like forest freshness.

And behind the foggy haze
A river glitters in the distance.
Spread on the glades
Autumn yellow silks.

Through the needles a cheerful beam
I penetrated into the thicket of the spruce forest.
Good for wet trees
Remove the elastic boletus!

On the mounds of handsome maples
Scarlet burst into flames ...
How many saffron milk caps
We'll collect in a day in the grove!

Autumn walks through the forests.
There is no better time than this...
And in baskets we carry away
Forests are generous gifts.

Y. Kasparova

NOVEMBER
In November forest animals
They close the doors in the burrows.
Brown bear until spring
Will sleep and dream.

SEPTEMBER
Birds flew in the sky.
Why are they not at home?
September asks them: "In the south
Hide you from the winter blizzard.

OCTOBER
October brought us gifts:
Painted gardens and parks,
The leaves became like in a fairy tale.
Where did he get so much paint?

I. Tokmakova

SEPTEMBER
Summer is ending
Summer ends!
And the sun don't shine
And hiding somewhere.
And the rain is a first grader,
A little shy
In oblique line
Lining the window.

Y. Kasparova
AUTUMN LEAVES
The leaves are dancing, the leaves are spinning
And they lie like a bright carpet under my feet.
Like they're terribly busy
Green, red and gold...
maple leaves, oak leaves,
Purple, scarlet, even burgundy ...
I throw leaves up at random -
I, too, can arrange a leaf fall!

AUTUMN MORNING
The yellow maple looks out into the lake,
Waking up at dawn.
During the night the ground froze
All hazel in silver.

The belated ginger is squirming,
A broken branch is pressed.
On his chilled skin
Drops of light tremble.

Silence frightening disturbing
In a sensitively dormant forest
Moose roam cautious,
They gnaw at the bitter bark.

****
M. Sadovsky
AUTUMN
Birch braids untwisted,
The maples clapped their hands,
The cold winds have come
And the poplars flooded.

Willows drooped by the pond,
Aspens trembled
Oaks, always huge,
It's like they've gotten smaller.

Everything calmed down. Shrunk.
drooped. Turned yellow.
Only the Christmas tree is pretty
Better for winter
****
O. Vysotskaya
AUTUMN
autumn days,
There are large puddles in the garden.
The last leaves
The cold wind is spinning.

There are yellow leaves,
The leaves are red.
Let's put it in a bag
We are different leaves!

It will be beautiful in the room
Mom will say "thank you" to us!

****
Z. Alexandrova
TO SCHOOL
Yellow leaves are flying
The day is merry.
Leading a kindergarten
Kids to school.

Our flowers have bloomed
The birds are flying.
You are going for the first time
Study in first grade.

sad dolls sit
On an empty terrace.
Our fun kindergarten
Remember in class.

Remember the garden
A river in the far field.
We are also in a year
We will be with you at school.

Municipal budgetary institution of additional education "Belgorod Palace of Children's Creativity", Belgorod

department of artistic and aesthetic education

The scenario of the autumn ball

"Autumn time, eyes charm!"

The script was developed by a methodologist

department of artistic and aesthetic education

Annenkova I. G.

Event held

in the children's association "Blue Bird"

Belgorod

2015

Target: to cultivate love for the beautiful, for nature, for the Motherland. Develop aesthetic taste, a sense of friendship, mutual assistance, the ability to have fun, have fun.

Tasks:

develop students' creative abilities, expressive reading skills.

Scenario Participants: students of the children's association "Blue Bird" of the department of artistic and aesthetic education of the Belgorod Palace of Children's Creativity.

Decor: autumn flowers, garlands of yellow leaves, branches of autumn trees, bunches of mountain ash, vegetables and fruits on the table in a vase, an exhibition of drawings on autumn themes, colorful balls. On the stage there is a poster “A dull time, eyes of charm!”. At the door there is an invitation poster "Welcome to the Autumn Ball!".

Training:

1. Fanfiction, fanfiction.

2. Leaflets with numbers of participants.

3. Gifts from Cardin.

4. Apples, potatoes.

Homework:

"Wreath of Leaves"

Autumn composition and a story about it: what it is made of, what it symbolizes, purpose.

Questions, riddles, tasks for fantasies - lotto "Hope".

Puzzles:

1. Came without paints and without a brush and repainted all the leaves(Autumn).

2. He sees and does not hear, walks, wanders, roams, whistles(Wind).

3. The beast is afraid of my branches, they will not build nests in them, my beauty and power are in the branches, tell me quickly - who am I(Deer).

4. Sits - turns green, falls - turns yellow, lies - turns black.(Sheet).

5. Very friendly sisters, they wear red-haired berets. Autumn is brought to the forest in summer(chanterelles).

6. They ask and wait for me, but when I come, they hide(Rain).

7. There is a hat, but without a head, there is a leg, but without shoes(Mushroom).

Questions:

1. Who picks apples with his back?

2. Who has a cheek instead of a bag?

3. Birds fly south in autumn - everyone knows this. Are there "migratory" animals?

4. Which animal dries mushrooms?

5. The leaves of which trees turn red in autumn?

6. Where do frogs go for the winter?

7. Which animal has cubs in November?

8. Name the names of songs related to autumn and sing at least 4 lines.

9. How was September called in ancient times?

11. Old name for November?

12. Which forest has no leaves?

Event progress.

(Participants in the stage action are smartly dressed. Everyone has some sign of autumn on their clothes, a leaflet with a number is drawn. Music sounds - a calm, slightly sad melody of the “Autumn Waltz”. Gradually it subsides. The presenters come out.)

1 leader. Sad time! Oh charm!

Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me.

I love the magnificent nature of wilting,

Forests clad in crimson and gold…

This is how Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin once expressed his admiration for autumn nature. And I wanted to express my feelings in the words of the great poet.

2 Lead. And I would like to continue with the words of another famous Russian writer and poet Ivan Alekseevich Bunin:

The forest, like a painted tower,

Purple, gold, crimson,

Cheerful, colorful wall

It stands over a bright meadow.

Birches with yellow carving.

Shine in blue azure,

Like towers, Christmas trees darken,

And between the maples they turn blue.

Here and there in the foliage through

Clearances in the sky, that windows.

The forest smells of oak and pine,

During the summer it dried up from the sun,

And autumn is a quiet widow

He enters his motley tower.

3 Leader. Autumn ... The golden season, striking with the richness of flowers, fruits, a fantastic combination of colors: from bright, conspicuous, to blurry transparent halftones.

4 Leader. But it’s true, look around, peer: foliage sparkles with forged gold, multi-colored lanterns of asters and chrysanthemums flash brightly, rowan berries froze on the trees with drops of blood, and the bottomless autumn sky surprises with the abundance and brightness of the stars scattered over it.

1 leader. Sad October holds out its visiting card, where the lines of a brilliant Russian poet are written in colorless fog ink:

October has already come - the grove is already shaking off

The last leaves from their bare branches;

The autumn chill has died - the road freezes through.

The murmuring stream still runs behind the mill,

But the pond is already frozen…

2 Lead. It's autumn outside now. We call it differently: cold, golden, generous, rainy, sad. But be that as it may, autumn is a wonderful time of the year, this is the time of harvesting, summing up the results of field work, this is the beginning of school, this is preparation for a long and cold winter. And regardless of whether it is cold or warm outside, the native land is always beautiful, attractive, charming! And folk wisdom says: "Autumn is sad, but life is fun." So let beautiful music sound on this October day, unrestrained cheerful laughter flow like a river, your legs do not know fatigue in dancing, let your fun never end!

All leading. We are opening our festive Autumn Ball!

3 Leader. The honorable right to cut the ribbon and open our Autumn Ball is granted to our beloved teacher of additional education Umanets Valentina Nikolaevna.

(The ribbon is cut, music sounds, everyone lines up.)

4 Leader. And now let's take an oath of the participants of the Autumn Ball.

All. We swear!

1 leader. Have fun from the heart!

All. We swear!

2 Lead. Dance until you drop!

All. We swear!

3 Leader. Laugh and joke!

All. We swear!

4 Leader. Participate and win in all competitions.

All. We swear!

1 leader. Share the joy of victory and prizes with friends.

All. We swear! We swear! We swear!

2 Lead. We talked for a long time, but completely forgot that you have to dance at the ball. Maestro, music!

(Music plays, everyone dances)

3 Leader. And now we start the competition program.

1 competition - literary. Now the lines of Russian poets will be heard, and you will name their authors. Everyone who guesses gets a phantom. Please keep them until the end of the ball.

Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous

The air invigorates tired forces.

The ice is fragile on the icy river,

Like melting sugar lies.

Near the forest, as in a soft bed,

You can sleep - peace and space!

The leaves have not faded yet,

Yellow and fresh lie like a carpet.(N. Nekrasov)

Is in the autumn of the original

A short but wonderful time -

The whole day stands as if crystal,

And radiant evenings ...(F. Tyutchev)

Already the sky was breathing in autumn,

The sun shone less

The day was getting shorter

Forests mysterious canopy

With a sad noise she was naked ...(A. Pushkin)

Autumn. All our poor garden is sprinkled,

Yellowed leaves fly in the wind;

Only in the distance they flaunt, there at the bottom of the valleys,

Brushes of bright red withering mountain ash.(L. Tolstoy)

4 Leader. And now the competition program is interrupted. We have music. Everyone is dancing.

(Music sounds. Everyone dances)

1 leader. And again our autumn ball continues. I have a box in my hands. It has fans. We are glad that you came to our ball. And we are looking for pupils among our guests who have a broad outlook, talented, smart. So, we invite you to participate in the phantom lotto "Hope". We hope that many will want to express themselves. And they will all be awarded small candy wrappers.

(The guys get forfeits with tasks, questions, riddles. Those who guessed get a forfeit,

2 Lead. And now, I think, there should be a musical pause, because what is the Autumn Ball without dancing.

(Everyone is dancing)

2 Lead. (Turns to other presenters) Please tell me if you like coziness, warmth, comfort. Are you comfortable at home?

(Leaders answer)

So our guests tried to make our holiday cozy. To do this, they made a composition of autumn material. They will not only show it, but also tell you what it is called and what it consists of.

(Team representatives defend their composition. With the help of a competent designer - teacher - the best composition is determined. A fant is awarded).

3 Leader. Dear guests, please listen to a short announcement. In parallel with our competition program, there is a competition for the title of King and Queen of the Autumn Ball, which can become pupils of our theater studio. Each of them has leaflets with numbers. Each of those present can come up to the stage and write down the number of the person they consider to be a contender for this title. And now we invite everyone to dance! Maestro, music!

1 leader. It's time to take a break from dancing. For this we have a game. All of you probably love apples. I hope our members do too.

( The game "Who will eat apples faster." Apples are tied on a rope and the task of the participants is to eat an apple without hands.)

2 Lead. Everyone knows how tasty and healthy potatoes are. Very often we all have to both plant it and clean it. I suggest that the next participant in the game harvest. The game is called "Pick Potatoes". It is carried out as follows: a lot of potatoes are scattered on the floor, and the blindfolded participants in the game must quickly harvest the crop in one minute. The winner is the one who collects the most potatoes in a bucket.

(The game "Collect Potatoes" is being played)

3 Leader. We remind you that the competition for the title of King and Queen continues. And now a musical break.

(music plays)

4 Leader. Hurry up to make your choice of King and Queen. Since the competition program is coming to an end.

1 leader. And now the last competition of our ball. Two participants are invited. Competition "Wreath of leaves". For the best work - a prize.

(competition is over and the winner is announced)

2 Lead. It is announced who became the King and Queen of the ball.

(For the winners

wear wreaths of leaves)

2 Lead. The floor is given to the Queen of the ball.

(The queen determines the participants in the games,

contests with the largest number of candy wrappers.

All of them are awarded for active participation).

1 leader. They say that autumn is sadness, continuous rains, cloudy weather ... Do not believe it, friends! Autumn is beautiful and attractive in its own way. It brings generosity to the soul, warmth to the heart from human communication, brings unique beauty into our lives!

2 Lead. Autumn has fully come into its own today, and we will celebrate its arrival. We thank this autumn for bringing us all to the autumn ball. Ahead of winter, spring, summer ... And then autumn again. How many more will be in our life! We hope that the golden lights of the Autumn Ball will be lit for all of us more than once. See you soon!

(slow music playing)