Pupil 1. Fall is here.
Another year is coming to an end.
Summer's finished,
Summer's gone,
Winter's round the bend.
Fall is piles of crunchy leaves,
orange, gold, and red.
Another year is coming to an end.
Summer's finished,
Summer's gone,
Winter's round the bend.
Fall is piles of crunchy leaves,
orange, gold, and red.
Pupil 2. Fall is sweaters with long sleeves
and blankets on the bed.
Fall is footbell,
Fall is pumpkins,
Fall's where summer ends.
And
Fall is coming back to school,
and seeing all my friends.
and blankets on the bed.
Fall is footbell,
Fall is pumpkins,
Fall's where summer ends.
And
Fall is coming back to school,
and seeing all my friends.
Pupil 3. Leaves are falling, soft as snowflakes,
Red and yellow, gold and brown;
The breeze laughs gaily in the treetops,
Shaking all the colour down.
Red and yellow, gold and brown;
The breeze laughs gaily in the treetops,
Shaking all the colour down.
Pupil 4. When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold.
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold.
Pupil 5. When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.
Song 1
Can you hear the raindrops?
Listen to the wind in the tree
tops
It’s cold and wet today
We can’t go out to play.
Hear the pitter pet of the
raindrops?
Listen to the wind in the tree
tops.
(Autumn
with her sons come in.)
G. Autumn. Nice to see all of
you. No doubt, it is autumn. I always go for many walks and watch my property.
I see that pupils and teachers are at school. Animals have much food. If there
is something wrong, my dear sons help me to correct my mistakes.
(At the same moment the little
dwarf is entering.
He is riding a bike and
singing a song)
Dwarf. I’m a
little funny dwarf,
Funny
dwarf, funny dwarf.
I’m a
little funny dwarf,
Funny
nice dwarf.
I’m
playing all day long,
All
day long, all day long
I’m
riding my bike
My
bike. Now it’s very cold.
It’s cold here. I’ve never felt cold. In
my country it’s usually warm. There is neither cold nor rain there. Where am
I? Who are you?
G. Autumn. I’m Golden Autumn
and they are my sons September, October and November.
Dwarf. Golden
Autumn? You’ve got a big family. I’ve never heard about you or your sons. Tell
us about your sons.
G. Autumn. I always say they
all are the best sons. But they differ from each other. May each of them tell
his own story!
September. Hi, dear dwarf and
dear pupils. I’m the first autumn son. My mother Golden Autumn calls me “Honey” or “Sweet
son”. Why? It’s easy to explain. Because we can eat much honey in September.
And I also like to study. So, my mum hasn’t any problems school study. I hope your parents haven’t ones.
October. I am October, the
second autumn son. Our mum calls me “The richest” son and she is right again.
Look! What a heavy basket I have! It is full of fruit and vegetables. Everyone
knows: I’m not greedy. Please, taste my apples, plums and eat these vitamins
all the year round.
November. The third autumn
son greets you now. My mum calls me “the most romantic” son. She tells the
truth, really. Maybe lots of you find me too rainy, cold and gloomy. But I’m
sure, you have much time to dream when it’s raining in the street and you are
sitting in front of the windows near the fireplaces and remember your summer adventures.
And…
G. Autumn. Stop, stop, stop,
my dear. Don’t be a boaster.
Dwarf. Golden Autumn,
your sons are not boasters, but I know a boy…
The poem “A
Boaster” (p3)
P 1: We know a boy – 2t
And Johnny is his name.
He looks
at us
And
always says the same.
Johnny: It is not interesting
to swim,
It
only makes me laugh.
I
like to ski, I do that well.
But
swimming is dull enough.
P 2: When winter comes
We ski in the wood
And play there many games.
Johnny comes here in his
coat and hood
And always says the same.
Johnny: It is not
interesting to ski,
It only makes me
laugh.
I like to swim, I do
that well.
But skiing is dull
enough.
P 3: Oh, Johnny dear –
2t
The same we always here!
But we don’t see
You swim or ski, -
Both water and snow you
fear.
P 4: Don’t waste your
time!
Your speech is fine
But at sports you’re very
poor.
Now it’s clear: you are,
indeed,
A boaster, to be sure.
The song
Leaves in the autumn came tumbling down,
Scarlet and yellow, russet and brown,
Leaves in the garden were swept in a heap,
Trees were undressing ready for sleep.
Scarlet and yellow, russet and brown,
Leaves in the garden were swept in a heap,
Trees were undressing ready for sleep.
Red leaves and yellow leaves
Orange leaves and brown,
Leaves are dancing everywhere
Happily dancing down.
Orange leaves and brown,
Leaves are dancing everywhere
Happily dancing down.
September.The breezes
taste
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Burning brush.
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Burning brush.
G. Autumn. My sons are
not boasters but they are the best story – tellers in the world,
Dwarf. September,
start your tale, please!
September. All right. Be quiet and listen. I’ll tell you a tale
about “The Magic Axe”. Once upon a time
there lived a woman with her son Peter. They were very poor and had no work.
That’s why his mother was very sad.
Mother. I’m getting
older and older. I can work very little now. Listen to me, Peter. We are very
poor. We must do something. We have no money at all.
Peter. I try and
try to get work.
Mother. I know,
my son, it isn’t your fault. There is no work here. You should go somewhere,
look for work and than you maybe will come back happy.
Peter. That’s a very good idea! Please, mother, give me a
loaf of bread and I’ll start at once.
Mother. Take this
bread and good luck to you!
Peter. Good –
bye, dear mother!
Mother. Good – bye,
dear son! I hope you’ll be all right!
(Peter waves his
hand)
September. Peter walked for a long time and at last he came to
a wood.
Peter. What a
thick wood! Oh, how tired and hungry I am! I’ll take a little loaf of bread.
(Just as he is
going to bite it, an ugly old woman in a black hood comes up to him)
Old Woman. What have you got there, young man?
Peter. It’s a
piece of bread.
Old Woman. Please,
give me some bread.
Peter. This is
all that I have.
Old Woman. I’m a poor old woman. I’m so hungry and tired.
Peter. Here
you are. You will like it.
Old Woman. Your bread is very good. Thank you. Well, young man,
you’re very kind. Now I want to do something very good to you. I’ll give you a
magic axe. It will help you. Take it. Do you want to take the axe?
Peter. Yes, I shall be glad to have it.
( The Old Woman disappeared)
September. Then Peter went to town and had a lot of work. He
worked hard and magic axe helped him to earn much money. A year passed and
Peter decided to come back home. He went through the wood.
Peter. I am
happy. I’m coming back home. How is my mother? When the wood finishes, I’ll see
her. And I’m very thankful to the Old Woman who gave me the magic axe.
( The Old Woman
appears. Her face is hidden under the hood.)
Peter. Oh, it’s
you, Granny! I am glad to see you!
Old Woman. Are you glad? Why?
Peter. I
want to thank you for your magic axe. I’ve had much work and now – much money.
Old Woman. Don’t thank me. Take me with you. Don’t leave me
alone. I am so old.
Peter. Yes, very
old.
Old Woman. I am so poor and lonely.
Peter. Yes, you
are poor and lonely. Well, I shall take you with me. I shall take care of you,
my dear granny. My mother will like you too, we will look after you.
Old Woman. Will you?
Really?
Peter. Yes,
indeed.
Old Woman. Thank you. (
She turns round, throws back her hood and cloak and – we see a beautiful girl).
Peter. Oh! Oh!
Why? You are not an ugly old woman! You are young and beautiful!
Girl. Do you
really think so?
Peter. Yes, I
do. But I don’t understand anything. A moment ago you were an ugly old woman.
Girl. Now,
listen to my story. A horrible witch put a spell over me. She turned me into an
old woman. She said: “If somebody takes care of you, you will become a little
girl again”. But nobody wanted even to look at me. Only you were so kind and saved me.
Peter. And
now I’ll marry you! (They dance).
Well, it’s time to go home and tell mother everything.
Girl. Let’s
go at once and don’t forget your magic axe.
Peter. It will
help us to have work. Let’s go!
September. So, Peter found work and they lived happily together
for many, many years.
Dwarf. What a
great tale we’ve heard. Thank you, September.
G. Autumn. And now it’s your queue, October. What is your story
about?
October. You know, I’m
the richest and I’m a good gardener. I don’t like stories, but I like riddle about
fruit and vegetables. I brought a very heavy basket and I’d like to give some
sweet presents to everyone. My friend Elf will help me. Elf where are you?
Poem. A little elf sat in a tree
Painting leaves to throw at me.
Leaves of yellow and leaves of red
Come tumbling down about my head.
Elf. October I’m here. I prepared some
riddles for our guests.
October. Guess the riddles, please.
Elf. This
is the season, when we eat apples and go
to school. (Autumn)
October. Thanks, dear Elf.
A
Fall Song
Golden
and red trees
Nod to the soft breeze,
As it whispers, "Winter is near;"
And the brown nuts fall
At the wind's loud call,
For this is the Fall of the year.
Nod to the soft breeze,
As it whispers, "Winter is near;"
And the brown nuts fall
At the wind's loud call,
For this is the Fall of the year.
Now
the days grow cold,
As the year grows old,
And the meadows are brown and sere;
Brave robin redbreast
Has gone from his nest,
For this is the Fall of the year.
As the year grows old,
And the meadows are brown and sere;
Brave robin redbreast
Has gone from his nest,
For this is the Fall of the year.
P1: October's
the month
When the smallest breeze
Gives us a shower
Of autumn leaves.
Bonfires and pumpkins,
Leaves sailing down -
October is red
And golden and brown.
When the smallest breeze
Gives us a shower
Of autumn leaves.
Bonfires and pumpkins,
Leaves sailing down -
October is red
And golden and brown.
P2: October
leaves are lovely
They rustle when I run
Sometimes I make a heap
And jump in them for fun.
They rustle when I run
Sometimes I make a heap
And jump in them for fun.
P3: Autumn
leaves float quietly down
And form a carpet on the ground.
But when those leaves are stepped upon,
Listen for the crackling sound.
And form a carpet on the ground.
But when those leaves are stepped upon,
Listen for the crackling sound.
G. Autumn. Now, my
son November, we are listening to you.
November. While we were talking about best presents, I
remembered a tale “ A Present That Made Her Cry”. Have you ever thought about
such a present? So, ready? Steady? Let’s continue our autumn tales. Once upon a
time, a very long time ago there lived a young farmer with his wife and his old
mother and father. They had no nice things in
their house, they didn’t know about many things which we have in our
houses today. Once, the young man decided to look for work somewhere. He was
lucky and after a time he came home bringing rich presents for everybody.
( The young
farmer and his family enter. They bring in a trunk.
The man kisses
everybody and takes the presents for them out of his trunk).
Young farmer. And here is a present for you, mother (gives her a shawl). Take it, dear
mother! And this is for you, father (a
rich fur cap). This for you, my dear wife (a silk dress).
All together. Thank you, my dear son! My dear husband!
Mother. Let’s go
and have dinner.
(The trunk is
left in the middle of the room.
Soon the wife enters and goes up to the
trunk).
Wife. I’m so
happy. And what else is in this trunk? My husband says he has some more
presents for us. (Opens, takes some
things, then steps back horrified). Oh, Good Havens! My husband has brought
a beautiful girl! She is so pretty! And, of course, he loves her and not me!
Oh, what shall I do? I am so unhappy. (She
begins to cry. Father comes in).
Father. Oh, my
dear! Why are you crying?
Woman. Oh, I am so
unhappy! My husband has brought a beautiful girl! He does love me any more! (Goes on crying).
Father. Don’t cry. Perhaps, it is not so. Let me have a look
at that girl. (Looks into the trunk).
But there is no girl at all! It’s a man. Not very young, but quite strong and
handsome. Stop crying! (He puts his hand
on her shoulder. Mother comes in).
Mother. What has
happened here? my daughter, why are your eyes red? Have you been crying?
Father. Yes, she
has, but for no reason. Our son has brought a handsome man with him and our
daughter thought it was a girl. Ha – ha – ha!
Mother. What man?
Where?
Father. Here, in
the trunk.
Mother. Let me see
him. Oh, but it is not a man! It is an old and rather ugly woman!
Father. Woman? Let
me look again! - A man, of course, it’s
a man!
Mother. Let me see!
A woman! It’s an old woman! Do you think I can’t tell a man from a woman?
(They begin to
quarrel shouting ”It’s a man! / a woman! ”)
Wife. Let
me look now! (begins to cry again). Oh, you are wrong. It’s a girl! So young and
beautiful! Oh, dear!
Young farmer (enters). What is all this noise about?
F.M.W. A handsome
man! An ugly old woman! A pretty young girl! Oh, dear!
Young farmer. Oh, I see what it is! (Takes out a mirror). You are silly people! It is a looking –
glass. You each saw yourselves in it! Listen:
Mother. We must have it here and there…
Father. When we
shave or do our hair.
Wife. Man or
wife or baby small – our glass reflects them all.
All. Don’t
cry. Don’t make a buss. Now we have a looking – glass. (they begin t dance).
Dwarf. Again a
nice story. (Golden Autumn and her sons are going to leave). Where are you
going Golden Autumn, autumn sons?
G. Autumn. We’ll continue our trip all over the country and
watch the animals and birds and ask them if they are ready to winter. We are in
a hurry.
(The dance for
wind)
Poem. When autumn wind
goes running,
It does some magic things,
It gives the shadow dancing shoes,
It gives the bright leaves wings –
When autumn wind goes running.
It curls the bonfires tail of smoke
And shares a little whispered joke
When autumn wind goes running.
G. Autumn. Oh! Is
it snowing or raining? Where is my magic umbrella? Umbrella? (Dance “Umbrella”).
Wind. Dear Majesty! I’m here to tell you,
the time is up for you to visit other continents. The children are waiting for
you there. They have another party and eager to open the party “Autumn is
coming”. All children in Ukraine
Song “I only
wanna be with you”
G. Autumn. Thank
you! It’s a great song.
Wind. Dear Autumn, time is up for you. Winter is
coming. Here is your sister!
G. Autumn. Oh, my dear sister! I’m glad to see you. Everything
is ready for winter. Look! Children are ready for skiing, skating and
playing snowballs.
Winter. Good
morning, good evening, good afternoon. Hello and good-bye! And how are you? My greeting of good will and friendship to
you! And I am again in Ukraine
All together. The pleasure is mine. But I really had a good time
with children. I’m so happy. And before leaving I want to give all of you a
musical present. I feel really good and cool.
Song “I feel
good”
Autumn. I’m in a hurry. Good – bye, dear children. Good – bye, beautiful Ukraine
All together. Good – bye, Autumn! Welcome Winter!
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