About the profession of a postman for children. Lesson on the development of speech "Profession Postman" Profession postman senior group

Elena Gennadievna Stepanova
"Cognitive development" (formation of a holistic picture of the world) Conversation on the topic: "Mail"

« cognitive development» (formation of a holistic picture of the world)

Conversation on the topic: « mail»

Educational area « cognitive development»

1. Expand and clarify children's knowledge about mail, workers mail, for what

needed mailbox .

2. To give children knowledge about what mail You can send not only letters, but also parcels.

3. Enrich and clarify children's knowledge about work postman that he spreads (newspapers, letters, parcels, parcels)

4. introduce children with receptionist work parcels: receives the parcel, weighs, seals, issues receipts.

5. Develop psychological base speeches: memory, attention, thinking

7. Cultivate respect for the environment.

Educational area "Speech development»

1. form skills in speech as a means of communication and culture;

2. Activate the dictionary on the lexical topic.

3. Improve dialogical speech, consolidate the ability to answer questions with a full phrase, using complex sentences.

Educational area "Socio-communicative development»

1. Cultivate a respectful attitude towards others, showing oneself as a tolerant and benevolent partner.

2. Develop ingenuity and the ability to solve problems independently.

3. Formation ideas about dangerous for humans and the environment peace the nature of situations and how to behave in them

Educational area "Physical Culture"

1. Expand ideas about a healthy lifestyle.

Health-saving technologies "brain gymnastics "Elephant", dynamic pause

Individual work: form ability to answer questions in full sentences (Zhenya, Polina. Radim, Alyosha) learn to pronounce all the sounds of the native language correctly, pronounce words and phrases clearly (Dannik, Nikita D, Zhenya)

Differentiated Approach: for I gr. Search questions.

The teacher thinks riddle:

He brings a telegram:

"I'm coming, wait, mom".

Brought my grandfather a pension

Though we are not Santa Claus.

On his feet since dawn

Who is this?

Children: Postman.

caregiver: How did you guess that postman?

Children's answers: The postman brings a telegram, grandfather's pension.

caregiver: What kind postal sends still brings postman?

Children's answers: Postman brings letters, postcards, newspapers, magazines, parcel notices.

caregiver: What is a letter?

The letter is being considered.

Children's answers.

caregiver: A letter in order to inform, convey your thoughts, feelings to another person who is far away, in another city.

caregiver: What is a postcard?

Postcards are being considered.

Children's answers.

caregiver: A postcard is an open letter, with a beautiful, interesting picture, a postcard with a stamp is sent to mail without an envelope.

A stamp is a small piece of colored paper on which reverse side a layer of glue has been applied. It can be glued to any letter, postcard.

caregiver: What is a newspaper?

Reviewed newspapers.

Children's answers.

caregiver: Newspaper, printed edition. The newspaper is needed in order to learn something new, interesting. People learn from newspapers about some news, events in the country, city. Before you is the newspaper of our city "Window", after reading it, we will find out the latest news, what interesting things happened, what the weather will be like.

caregiver: What is a magazine?

The magazine is being reviewed.

Children's answers.

caregiver: Magazine, printed edition. The magazines publish interesting stories, poems, they have beautiful images.

caregiver: When the letter was written, what to do next?

Children's answers: The letter must be sent to mailbox.

caregiver: But what about letters, notifications reach the addressee?

During the story of the educator, a multimedia is shown about working on mail.

The postman at the post office takes letters, notices, newspapers. Magazines, postcards and delivers them to homes, sends correspondence to mailbox.

Operator, accepts and weighs parcels, accepts Money transfers, sells newspapers, magazines, postcards, sorts letters, newspapers, magazines.

Why do you think the operator weighs the parcels?

Parcels are weighed in order to find out how much the sender has to pay for the shipment, because the farther the parcel is sent, the more you have to pay.

The operator needs to know how many such parcels can be loaded onto one plane or train. After all, a plane and a train can take away a certain amount of cargo.

Some parcels are sheathed with material, wax seals are placed on such a parcel.

When the parcel is ready, they issue a receipt, a certificate, where indicated, the address where the parcel is sent.

The finished parcel is placed on the moving belt (conveyor) conveyor and moved to another room. What do you think for what?

Children's answers.

caregiver A: Correct, so as not to carry heavy parcels.

Employees mail(staff) accept parcels, parcels, sort by regions.

Chauffeur, brings to mail new newspapers, magazines, postcards, brings parcels and parcels, picks up parcels and parcels, takes them to the railway or to the airport.

Head by mail, controls the work postman, operator, calls and orders fresh newspapers, new postcards, pays a salary, gives the driver a ticket or a task sheet, thanks employees mail for good work.

And how does the correspondence reach the addressee? What is delivered mail?

caregiver: How the letter will fly, on what it will reach the addressee, we will find out when we collect the cut images

What happened? What (who) delivers us mail?

Children's answers.

The teacher invites the children to rest.

Dynamic pause.

I stand on the bench

I can barely get the box

I open the box

blue, shiny,

Dropped out of the box.

The letters are real.

Ball game what we found in mailbox?

Children's answers: IN postal in the box they found a postcard, a newspaper, magazines, a telegram, a notice.

I suggest you send Greeting Cards parents.

Remind me what to write on a postcard so that it reaches the addressee?

Why do we need mail?

How to behave in mail?

What did we talk about today?

What have you learned?

Lesson on the development of speech senior group "Profession Postman".

Educational goals:

Development goals:

Develop visual and auditory attention when looking at illustrations and the teacher's story about the postman.

Develop general motor skills, imitation, creative imagination through the logarithmic game "What did the postman bring us?"

Develop fine motor skills of the fingers when working with scissors and when gluing figures.

Develop dialogic speech by compiling a descriptive story according to the scheme.

Preliminary work: acquaintance with the profession of a postman and the actions that he performs, learning finger gymnastics and the game “What did the postman bring us?”. Stories by S. Marshak "Mail". V. Mayakovsky "Who to be?".

Equipment: toy mailbox - layout, magazine, newspaper, envelopes, postcard, stamps, glue, oilcloths. Blanks for stamps, sheets-envelopes for folding, blank postcards cut out of cardboard with curly scissors.

Course progress.

(Children greet guests, sit on chairs. Vos-l pays attention to posture. On the table is a mail toy box, there is a newspaper, a magazine, a letter, a postcard.)

1 part . Vos-l: Guys, what is on my table?

Children: Newspaper, magazine, letter, postcard.

Vos - l: That's right, well done! And to find out who it is

He brought us everything, we must solve the riddle:

He brought us a telegram:

I'm coming, wait, Mom.

Brought my grandfather a pension

Not even Santa Claus

On his feet since dawn

Who is this?

(postman)

(I post a picture with the postman).

Children: This is the postman.

Vos-l: That's right, well done! This is the postman.

Today in the lesson we will talk about mail, about the work of a postman, learn how to compose a story according to the scheme and send letters with gifts to fairy-tale heroes.

Guys, where does the postman work?

Children: At the post office.

Vos - l: Right. At the post office. Well done!

Vos-l: What does the postman do?

Children: The postman delivers letters, newspapers, magazines,

postcards for adults and children.

Vos - l: Right. Well done! The postman comes to the post office early

in the morning, sorts out letters and postcards that arrived on trains and arrived on planes from different cities, puts them in a bag. -What's in the mailman's bag?

Children : Letters, newspapers, magazines.

Vos-l: That's right, well done! Look at the postman for a thick bag that says "Mail". It contains many newspapers, magazines, letters.

Where does the postman carry letters, newspapers, magazines? (I post the 2nd picture and summarize the answers).

Children: Adults, children, enters entrances and lowers letters into mailboxes.

Vos - l: That's right, well done! The postman enters the entrances and drops letters, magazines, postcards into the mailbox.

part 2 .

And now we will make

envelopes, decorate them and

we will send by mail.

What shape does an envelope resemble?

Children: Rectangle.

We fold the envelope template, glue the sides, stick a stamp on the envelope, decorate the envelope with a pattern as desired. We draw prepared postcards cut out with curly scissors. Put in envelopes. I sign the envelopes and send it to the addressee in the mailbox, sending the letter, the children tell who it is intended for. (I ask everyone). We put the letters in the mailbox.

3part . Outcome: You sent your letters and now

remember about what professions we talked today.

Children: About the profession postman .

Vos-l: What else did you do in class?

Children: They played mail, made and decorated envelopes.

Vos-l: Well done!

Anastasia Trubitsina
Synopsis of a club hour for children 5-6 years old “The profession of a postman. Post office

Club Hour Synopsis

Age group Children 5-6 years old

TOPIC « PROFESSION - POSTMAN»

post office

GOAL: Creating conditions for the development of curiosity children, through the formation of ideas about profession postman, what's happened postal items what is needed for postal service.

Tasks:

1. Expand view children about the profession« postman» and about postal service about the necessity and benefits of labor postman;

2. Introduce children with a history of letters, their shape at different times and modes of transportation postal items;

3. Refine knowledge children about the diversity of mailings;

4. Introduce the type of transport that can be used for transportation postal items;

5. Get acquainted with the sorting of correspondence;

6. Clarify knowledge about obligatory condition design postal items(presence of address);

7. Develop at children savvy, visual memory, logical thinking.

8. Develop speech, the ability to argue your statements, reason, prove.

9. To cultivate a desire to learn new things, to be interested in the history of the emergence of an object or phenomenon of interest.

10. Cultivate interest in adult professions and understanding the importance of work.

11. Nurture with children a sense of mutual assistance, a benevolent attitude towards others, a desire to help.

Equipment: Slides with images of letters at different times, slides and cards with images of modes of transport with what and to whom letters can be delivered. Animal cards, newspapers, letters, postcards, magazines, toy display mailboxes.

ORGANIZING TIME:

caregiver: Guys, what is on my table?

Children: Newspaper, magazine, letter, postcard.

caregiver: That's right, well done! And in order to find out who brought it all to us, we need to guess riddle:

He brought us a telegram:

I'm coming, wait, Mom.

Brought my grandfather a pension

Not even Santa Claus

On his feet since dawn

Who is this?

Children: Postman

Course of the lesson:

caregiver: Guys, did you guess who we are going to talk about today?

Children: ABOUT postman and mail!

caregiver: Right. ABOUT the postman and the postal service. And who is postman? What does he bring us?

Children: They express their thoughts, list what kind of correspondence can be.

An image appears on the big screen postman.

caregiver: Guys, what do you think? mail has been around for a long time, or postmen started working when paper letters appeared?

Children: Make guesses.

caregiver: You guys are great! Would you like to know what the letters were and where it came from mail? (The teacher's story is accompanied by a slide show of letters from various times, and various kinds transport)

The need to talk to each other appeared among people in antiquity. But how do you talk if the person you need is very far away. After people learned to read and write, this problem disappeared. The first letters were on stone plates, in Ancient Russia letters were written on birch bark (this is the bark of a tree, there were letters that were written on palm leaves, on fabric, and paper was invented in China. Letters had to be delivered to different cities not only by land, but also by sea! Soon there were so many letters that a whole postal service, which began to send letters, newspapers, magazines, parcels, parcels. At first mail transported on horseback, then began to be transported by railway, later appeared airmail. In our time, when computers have appeared in homes, letters and messages can be sent using electronic mail.

Guys, to find out what you need postman for work, we guess puzzles:

I am blue

I hang on the wall.

And many hello

Stored in me.

On the table in plain sight

Gathers the news together

And then its residents

They will fly in all directions.

It hangs in plain sight

All year round swallows news.

- Mailbox.

Hanging dumb, scolding the lazy.

She's in a row

Letters stand for letters.

Competent without timidity

They tell the news.

With friends and sisters

She comes to us

Stories, lead new

Brings in the morning.

sheet of paper in the morning

They wear it to our apartment.

On one such sheet

Lots of different news.

Dove is white

Arrived at the house.

What did you see where

She told about everything.

I'll put it in, I'll put it in

Over the sea I will let

And there he will speak.

Side - brand and picture,

In round stamps

Chest and back.

very small,

Fast like a bird

If you want -

Will rush over the sea.

Seal firmly with glue

And they sent it to me right away.

I won't pity him:

I'll get it and put it up.

A game "Delivery Letters"

caregiver: Guys, let's play boss mail, you and I need to choose a transport that can deliver our letters to recipients? after I read the question, you will select the card with the image of the vehicle that you think is most suitable for this.

Children: they come to the table where envelopes with a set of necessary cards are prepared, after the children have chosen, they sit on the carpet, in a semicircle

caregiver: reads out questions, children choose the right card, the teacher asks clarifying questions, after that the correct answer appears on the slide, the children believe themselves.

To send a letter by rail, you need (what (mail wagon) . (when used)

To send a letter by airmail, need (what (Airplane). (why? And when is it used)

To send an email needed by mail(what (A computer).

To send a letter to the north, you need (what (Dog sleds, helicopter) (why).

To send a letter to a pigeon by mail, need (who (Pigeon). (why? and code enjoy)

caregiver: Well done, we learned how to deliver a letter to the addressee! Let's get some rest let's stand together in a circle:

Fizminutka « Mailbox»

I get up on the bench - they rise on their toes and stretch

I barely get the box - they stretch their hands up.

I open the box "Open",

Blue, shiny.

Dropped out of the box - Children squat, then stand up with outstretched arms

The letters are real.

caregiver: Guys, today from postal I took out this newspaper from the drawer. And you go home the postman brings something?

Children: Talk about their correspondence.

caregiver:

All newspapers, magazines, letters are brought to mail by car. And before you take everything home, newspapers, magazines, letters and postcards should be laid out like this (shows): newspapers to newspapers, magazines to magazines, postcards to postcards, but in this pile - letters.

caregiver: Guys, what do you think? postmen find out which newspaper in whose put the mailbox?

Children: make their guesses.

caregiver: With the help of leading questions sums up the reasoning children to that that every newspaper, magazine and letter has the address: city, street, house and apartment number.

Didactic Game "Forest postman»

caregiver: our guys the postman got sick, and today's mail has not been sorted yet. All newspapers and magazines with letters and postcards are in one pile and are waiting for them to fall into their mailboxes Let's see whose we have mailboxes(four postal boxes with images of animals and with the numbering of apartments from 1 to 4).

Children are invited to divide into 4 groups, the teacher has 4 inverted cards with the image of an animal and its number mailbox. One child from each group comes up and chooses for his group the number of the box in which they will select the correspondence, after that the teacher suggests that one person from each group come up to the table and choose a newspaper, postcard, letter or magazine with the number his group's mailbox.

Children: Match and select letters, newspapers, magazines and with that number mailbox that fell out to their group (the teacher must make sure that the pile contains the required amount of correspondence and each child must get something that he will throw into his mailbox).

caregiver: You guys are great, you sorted out the whole stack, and now you need to deliver mail to our animals, but what must be done before throwing a letter or postcard into mailbox? We direct children for that that you need to check the address.

We invite the children to drop their correspondence in the appropriate mailboxes.

Children: They go to the box that matches their group, check the apartment number and drop the letter, postcard, magazine or newspaper into the box.

caregiver: You guys are so good! helped our patient postman and all the animals got their mail.

caregiver: let's remember again what's new today learned:

Who it postman?

What does he bring us?

What used to write letters to each other?

BUT profession« postman» much needed? Why?

What transport can be used to deliver letters?

What must be indicated on a letter or postcard?

What an interesting and very necessary profession« postman»

caregiver: Guys, you see how much we now know about professions« postman» and about postal service! What do you remember most about our lesson? what moments were the most interesting, which game did you like more? (answers children)

caregiver: I'm very proud of you! You were attentive, quick-witted, and most importantly kind and sympathetic. Thanks

About mail. I am a postman

I recently came to the post office to work as a postman. From hopelessness. It just became unbearable to sit at home, be a housewife and quietly go crazy. I decided to go to work at least somewhere, if only close to home. And now I'm a postman.

In what a euphoric state I was, how I flew from the feeling of at least a slight need for people. This joy has not yet passed. But over time, various details began to be noticed, it seems already, indispensable attributes of modernity.

In the past, people subscribed to and read a lot of newspapers. I remember the postman entering the entrance with a huge pile of newspapers and magazines in his hands, putting everything in the mailboxes and grumbling at the same time that there was so much work. Now I go into the entrance with one or three newspapers. People began to subscribe to periodicals less. It is, of course, understandable: television, the Internet provide the same information as newspapers. Do people have less time to read? It is understandable, the same TV or the Internet takes a lot of time. Or maybe there is less trust in newspapers? Why spend money on something that is not credible?

Now in the hands of the postman you can often see all sorts of enticing catalogs from stores sent out specific people in the form of letters and parcels. So I put these letters and parcels in the mailboxes instead of newspapers and educational magazines.

What about the boxes themselves? Once upon a time, these were neat cabinets with 6-10 cells, but now discordant rows of metal monsters hang on the walls with gaps instead of doors, with protruding doors due to the fact that the residents have no time or are too lazy to replace the lock. And the postman beats his hands on these bulges or cuts his fingers into the blood, touching the warped doors of the mailboxes.

There is enough negativity in any area of ​​life and activity. And yet I am glad that I work as a postman. After all, there are people who still subscribe and read newspapers and magazines, who still write letters, real kind letters, and not only for the holidays. Such people keep an eye on their drawers, change broken locks for new ones in time, change the doors torn out by some hooligan teenagers for new ones and do not hesitate to do it on their own! These are the people you want to work for. And to feel your need, and this is a lot in our life.

They say that the profession of a postman will soon die out due to uselessness, it will be replaced by the Internet. Oh, it won't happen soon. People need a postman!

Postman

Dogs loved him. They ran up and pressed their warm, moving sides to his legs and screwed up their eyes, looking into his face. Dogs always did this, if in the field, he met a hunter with dogs. Behind every step and every movement, strength and amazing calmness were visible in him. If no one met him on the way, then he was a little sad.

The road seemed to him longer, and the burden heavier. Every day but Sunday,

he walked and delivered mail to the farms, within the boundaries of his postal district.

People smiled when they met him. There was even a sign that if you meet in the morning

Uncle Vanya the Postman, then the day will be successful. Children touched his blue

bag, with a white, donut-curved horn, because it was also

good omen. But he himself did not believe in omens, but believed only in people. "People

they will harm, but they will also help,” he said. To which, laughing, they answered with the phrase: “Do good and throw him into the water!” And he smiled.

When he fell ill and did not carry the mail, everyone immediately noticed it. Nobody would

noticed if the Head of the District fell ill, but about Uncle Vanya the Postman became

ask each other in the evening of the same day. But nobody really does anything

knew. Then another postman appeared, a young woman. She delivered mail

quickly and nervously, rattling the lids of mailboxes.

What about Uncle Vanya? - the farmers asked her. But she didn't know anything.

Then winter came and a lot of snow fell. It was hard to walk, and no one

did not bring mail. It was like that all winter. All winter without mail.

And when, on the road limp with melted snow, the children saw a familiar

the figure of Uncle Vanya the Postman, they all ran to him with a screech to

touch his bag, because the one who does it first will be the most

great luck and honey lollipop.

Postman

A horse harnessed to a sleigh is jogging, steam is pouring out of its nostrils in clubs. There is something inside her. In the sleigh, the postman Kolka, with a reddish face and bulging, fussy eyes, sits on his haunches and strongly urges the horse. He pulled the reins and shouted loudly to the whole neighborhood. “N-but! B-but! Down at the ravine stood a bunch of peasants, they whistled in response to “Whoa!” Having passed the bridge, the horse with a quiet step, straining the harness, went up. curiously looked into their yard, adjusting his hat on his head. There, a blind-eyed grandmother in a padded jacket gave food to chickens, and muttered under her breath. “Chick, chick!” They greeted them with a nod of their heads. "He was talking about something passionately. Children wrapped up in warmth were riding from a snowdrift. He rode around an oncoming horse, looking indifferently at a strange stranger. "Not Nashinsky!" into the yard, seeing a horse, he stopped, screwed up his eyes, and in a sonorous voice shouted, “Healthy Kolenka!” And hastily trotted with crooked legs, and hid in the yard. - The weather will change! Kolka thought, wiping his fist under his nose. The road between Skripin and Ratnovka is deaf, but not long. The legs were stiff, among the frozen straw, the face was numb from the frosty wind. - Can't you see where the abyss has climbed! - He shouted annoyedly, wrapping his sheepskin coat. He was overwhelmed by various thoughts, everything must be done in time both at work and at home. Hunched over, he lay down on the barrels, tightly hiding behind the collar of his sheepskin coat. Behind his thoughts, drowsiness began to envelop his head and suddenly a young past appeared. - The abyss of this was still not enough! - He rubbed his cheeks with mittens and cheered up. -. It was warm at the post office, it smelled of serguch and mold. After receiving the mail, parcels, he went out into the yard. The storm intensified. He sat in the sleigh and furiously whipped the horse - Well, fierce! - He said. - It is necessary to go to the boarding school to the daughters, he thought. The guys crowded around the school, it was noisy. - The daughters looked at their father with curiosity, as if they hadn’t seen it for a year! Sitting comfortably, he pulled the reins-B-but! - He shouted, waving the reins, drove the horse. All the children lined up in a bunch and watched this meeting. He lived in such a way that he did not need anyone, only work was his life companion. Due to this, he was respected among his relatives. He could not order and did everything himself. He spoke loudly, loudly in a rustic way. The stallion with a drooping back turned out to be a nimble horse. Throwing the icy snow to the sides with his front legs, he quickly ran along the rolled road. The wolves stood on a hillock and vigilantly looked at the passing wagon. Kolka sat with his back to them and could not Sensing the approach of predators, the horse rushed at full speed. They ran to the right and left, sticking out their pink tongues. Kolka opened his bulging eyes, slowly moved along the path to the hut, which stood in a lowland near a ravine. Hastily sipped potato stew, bleached with fat milk and fell on the stove. It's hard! - He thought, breathing heavily, hiding behind an old torn sheepskin coat. A gray fluffy cat purred over his head in a singsong voice.

Postman

The autumn rain was falling. Yegorych parked the bicycle near the front door of the entrance, took off his leather briefcase and began to climb up to the second floor. I pressed the bell near the seedy door, but there was no sound. The man banged on the door. Inside the apartment, there was a sound of glass, or rather, as if a whole arsenal of glass bottles simultaneously collapsed on each other. Someone grumbled angrily, clicking locks. The door opened and before Yegorych appeared the swollen, unshaven face of a man in spectacles of about thirty-five.

Then my mother's pension came, - the postman said and thrust a signature form to the swollen one, - how is she?

It’s bad, Yegorych, he doesn’t get up at all, - the swollen man uttered, signing the document.

The postman noticed that under the glasses he had tears. Yegorych slipped him a payout and silently went downstairs.

The rain has almost stopped. The man straightened his old brown raincoat, attached his briefcase to the trunk, and drove down the wet, dirt street of a small village.

Yegorych stopped near the stall. I put the bike down, leaning it against the trash can. He took out a hryvnia from his cloak and, having counted it, put it in the window:

Sunny, give me a bottle and two hundred grams of doctoral.

A minute later, a bottle of vodka and a bag of snacks appeared from the window. He stuffed the vodka into the inside pocket of his raincoat and the sausage into the outside pocket. Went to the bike.

Egorych, hello! As a young life?

He turned and saw a woman of about forty-five with a plump build and ruddy cheeks. She smiled coquettishly. Yegorych grinned shyly.

What, embarrassed or something? So it's not small anymore. When will you bring my pension to my old man?

One of these days should be, Mila.

Well, OK. I'll be waiting for you for tea, - the woman laughed.

There was a chuckle from the stall. Yegorych chuckled, got on his bicycle and rode off.

Yegorych went into his apartment. It was a modestly furnished room with tattered wallpaper. He threw the briefcase on the bedside table, took out the contents of the raincoat and hung it on a hanger.

He went into the bathroom, walked over to the sink and began to wash his face. Yegorych looked at himself in the mirror. He looked to be in his fifties, with a thin, haggard face, blue circles under his eyes, and a mustache that, interspersed with gray hairs, looked monochronic. Because of this mustache, he was often called Pechkin.

He went into the kitchen with a mountain of dirty dishes. He opened the refrigerator, took out the eggs and began to cook dinner. Fried eggs and sausage never fell out of his diet.

Yegorych turned on the light and walked into the hall. In the middle stood a table with a glass and a small glass. He put down the plate of food, opened the bottle and filled the container. He took a small glass and, going to the corner, put it on a shelf, on which stood a portrait of a woman, a smiling blonde, his wife, who died of cancer. I lit a candle near the portrait. He went back to the table and knocked over his glass and began to eat.

After a while, the clock rang, striking ten times. Yegorych poured more, looked at the photo of his wife, drank and sobbed.

The warm autumn sun shone. Yegorych was driving his bicycle along the dirt street. His leather briefcase hung over his shoulder, and on the trunk was a small cardboard box 20 by 20 centimeters and 15 in height. This package arrived today and was meant for a local businessman.

He passed near a yard with a picket fence, from where a whole horde of children spilled out. Seeing the postman, they rushed to him with shouts:

Pechkin, Pechkin, where is Prostokvasheno?

Yegorych waved them away with his hands. Suddenly, a sleepy girl of about thirty came out of the yard:

Konstantin Yegorovich, was there no translation from Seryozha?

No, Catherine, there was nothing for you.

Well, how can it be, he has been in the ATO for two months and has never called or sent money, - the girl whimpered. - I have nothing to feed the children.

I don’t know, daughter, wait, - Yegorych jumped on the bike and pedaled. The children ran after him.

Going down to the end of the street, Yegorych stopped near a luxurious house with an iron fence. I parked my bike near the fence, took the parcel in my hand and rang the bell. Music was heard somewhere. A dog howled in the yard. The postman was a little surprised, earlier this dog barked loudly and jumped on the fence, but now his voice was like the squeak of a puppy or a dog that is about to die. Yegorych looked at the small scars on the fence from fragments of a grenade that competitors had thrown into the yard three months ago. It is surprising that then no one was hurt, even the dog, who was running around the yard unleashed at that moment. The postman tried to see through the scars, but in vain. He called again, the dog howled softly.

Yegorych loaded the parcel back onto the trunk, got on his bicycle and rode away.

Yegorych stood and rang the bell near the gates of the elite house. It seemed to him that even the melody of the call sounded quieter than yesterday. It seems like the dog barked lazily, or it was somewhere further. The postman rang again and the squeak of a dog was barely audible in the yard. It may have shown up again. Yegorych went up to the bicycle, on the trunk of which there was a cardboard box.

He went down the street, adding speed to the pedals. Children ran out of the yard with a picket fence and began to shout:

Pechkin! Pechkin! Where is sour milk located?

The postman was glad that at least Katerina did not come out, did not stop him to ask about the news of her grief-stricken lover.

Yegor turned left and ended up in the area of ​​five-story buildings. Parking the bike at the entrance, he moved to the fourth floor. I rang the iron door. Soon the door opened and the plump face of a ruddy-cheeked woman in a light dressing gown smiled at the postman.

Mila, then my father's pension came, - the postman said, hiding his eyes.

Yes, you come in, do not be shy, dad is now on a drip, - Mila invited sweetly.

Yegorych went into the corridor, wiped his soles on rags, then only took off his reinforced shoes and walked on. The woman led him into the hall, where an old man, thin and white with gray hair, was lying on the sofa, next to him stood a tripod with a dropper inserted into his left hand.

Hello, Yehimovich, the pension has come, sign the form, - the postman brought the old man a sheet and a pen.

Let my darling sign my name, I can’t see anything at all.

Yegorych really noticed a pale veil over the old man's eyes.

Come on, Yegorych, I'll sign there, - Mila intervened sharply and led the man into a separate room, as it turned out, into her bedroom.

The postman handed her the forms, the woman took them and put them on the cabinet.

Wait a minute with these papers, Kostya, look at me, don't you want this, - the woman threw off her dressing gown and remained in only beige shorts.

Yegorych wanted to say something, when the woman covered his mouth with her lips and, leaning on him with her sagging breasts, threw him onto the bed. She began to unbutton his cloak, then falling to her knees, she began to zip up his trousers. Having lowered her pants and having reached the goal, she began to manipulate his genitals.

The postman allowed himself to relax, leaning back against the wall and running a hand through her hair, bending her head down. And then he glanced sharply at the doorway. There was an old man standing next to him with a tripod with a dropper. He carefully, opening his mouth, observed what was happening. Egor noticed the brightness of his eyes, the whole veil disappeared somewhere. The postman looked at him for a few seconds, then closed his eyes and tilted his head to one side.

Yegorych again stood near the gates of the elite house and rang the bell. There was no result, then the postman began to drum on the gate with his foot and listen. There was complete silence in the yard, even the barely audible howl of the dog, which he supposedly heard yesterday, did not follow. After standing for a while, he got on his bike and rode down the street.

Yegorych stopped near a run-down house, fenced with a picket fence, from which, seeing him, a crowd of children ran out:

Pechkin! And, Pechkin, where is Prostokvasheno?

Catherine came out of the house.

Here is a letter for you, - the postman took out a letter from his briefcase and handed it to the girl.

Katya began to open it, and Yegorych led the bicycle on. Suddenly, he heard a girl scream:

Killed! They killed my little earring! Katya fell to her knees and began to sob. Children one after another rushed to her, began to hug and cry loudly. Yegorych jumped on the bike and pedaled.

Yegorych walked into the hall and, covering his nose with his hand, stared at the sofa. There lay a dead old woman. Her skin was already blackened, her half-open eyes sunk into her skull. The body was in the process of decomposition.

Yegorych kept the bicycle behind the wheel and watched the picture. Two police officers took Aleksey out of the entrance and put him in the back seat of their car. Then two men in white coats carried out a body wrapped in a black bag on a stretcher. The postman spat, got on his bike and rode away.

He stopped near a stall and, without getting up from his transport, ordered a bottle of vodka.

A chilly evening crept up unnoticed. Yegorych buckled his bicycle on a chain near his entrance, took a parcel from the trunk and headed to his apartment.

He took a bottle from his inside pocket, took off his raincoat and went to the bathroom. After washing himself, he looked in the mirror at his tired eyes. He had a rough day today.

There was no appetite, so he immediately went to the hall. Out of habit, I filled two containers with vodka, a small glass and a faceted glass. He put the glass on the shelf near the portrait of his wife, lit a candle. Having knocked over a glass by his beard, he went into the corridor and brought the same parcel, the addressee of which had disappeared somewhere. He stared at it for a few minutes, then poured more and drank. Yegorych began to open the box. Having removed top cover he heard a click. There was an explosion.

Thick black smoke billowed from the broken windows of the apartment. Burning forms, letters and other papers fell to the ground.

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"Summary "Mail""

Outline of integrated direct educational activities in the preparatory group

Topic: clarification and consolidation of children's knowledge about the work of the post office and the profession of a postman, repetition of the work of S.Ya. Marshak "Mail"

Purpose: enrichment of the active and passive vocabulary of children, development of communication skills.

Tasks: To improve the coherent speech of children based on dialogue To consolidate children's knowledge about the variety of ... ..

Continue to teach to speak consistently, coherently, expressively, in accordance with the plan

Encourage them to independently look for expressive means to create an artistic image

Develop communication skills to unite the children's team

Continue to develop the emotional sphere of children, empathic skills through sympathy for the characters of the works

Improve children's artistic skills

Raise a steady interest in the profession of a postman

Encourage the desire to self-realize in joint creative activities

Contribute to the cohesion of the children's team.

Encourage the desire to share experiences with other children and adults

Materials and equipment: writing, glue, brushes, napkins, dove stencil, semolina, colored cardboard, pencil, walnut, illustrations for the work of S. Marshak "Mail"

Preliminary work: reading the works of S.Ya. Marshak, looking at illustrations, watching the cartoon "Prostokvashino"

The course of directly educational activities.