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In the barnyard, in a duck family, an unusual chick hatched from an egg. He was not handsome, not ugly and was very different from the rest of the chicks. The duck's mother loved him very much and was worried that the baby did not at all look like brothers and sisters. The whole poultry yard mocked him. The duckling believed that he was ugly and fled to the lake where the white swans lived. The lone chick admired the flock, but did not dare to approach them. Time passed, and the duckling itself turned into a beautiful snow-white swan. The tale ended remarkably: all the enemies began to admire his beauty and the young swan found a real family.

In order to get acquainted with the little hero, you need to download or print the ugly duckling coloring pages for free. Especially for children, black and white illustrations will show the most important points stories. The pictures show different times years, so it will be interesting for the guys to choose colors that match the season.

It was good outside the city!

It was summer. The rye was gilded, the oats were green, the hay was swept into stacks; a long-legged stork walked across the green meadow and chatted in Egyptian, a language he had learned from his mother.

Behind the fields and meadows were large forests, and in the forests were deep lakes. Yes, it was good outside the city!

An old manor house lay in the sun, surrounded by deep ditches of water; burdock grew from the walls of the house to the water, and so big that little children could stand under the very large leaves full length. In the thicket of burdock it was deaf and wild, as in the thickest forest, and it was there that a duck was sitting on its eggs.

She had to bring out the ducklings, and she was pretty tired of this, because she had been sitting for a long time and rarely visited her - other ducks liked to swim in the ditches more than to sit in burdocks and quack with her. Finally eggshells crackled.

Pip! Pip! - squeaked inside. All the egg yolks came to life and stuck out their heads.

Crack! Crack! - said the duck. The ducklings quickly scrambled out of their shells and began to look around under the green burdock leaves; mother did not bother them - green color good for the eyes.

Oh, how great the world is! - said the ducklings.

Still would! It was much more spacious here than in the shell.

Don't you think the whole world is here? - said the mother. - What is there! It stretches far, far, there, beyond the garden, in the field, but I have never been there since I was born! .. Well, are you all here?

And she got up.

Oh no, not all. Largest egg intact! When will this end! I will soon lose my patience altogether.

And she sat down again.

Well how are you? asked the old duck who had come to visit her.

But I can't handle one egg, ”said the young duck. - Everything does not burst. But look at the little ones! Just lovely! All as one - to the father.

Show me an egg that won't burst, ”said the old duck. “This must be a turkey egg. In the same way, I was once led. Well, I had trouble with these turkeys, I tell you! I just couldn't lure them into the water. I quacked and pushed — they don’t go, and that’s all! Show me the egg. This is true! Turkey! Drop it and go teach the kids to swim!

I'll sit still! said the young duck. - I sat so much that you can sit still.

As you wish! - said the old duck and left.

Finally, a large egg burst.

Pip! Pip! - the chick squeaked and fell out of the egg. But how big and ugly he was!

The duck looked him over.

Terribly large! - she said. - And not at all like the rest! Isn't it a turkey, really? Well, yes, he will visit me in the water, and I will drive him by force!

The next day the weather was wonderful, the green burdock was bathed in the sun. The duck with all his family went to the ditch. Bulty! - and she found herself in the water.

Crack! Crack! - she called, and the ducklings, one after the other, also thrashed into the water. At first, the water covered them head over heels, but they immediately surfaced and swam forward perfectly.

Their paws worked like that, and even the ugly gray duckling did not lag behind the others.

What kind of turkey is this? - said the duck. - Look how gloriously he paddles with his paws! And how straight it is! No, he is mine, my dear ... But he is not at all bad, as you look at him well. Well, lively, lively behind me! Now I will introduce you to society, introduce you to the poultry yard. Just stay close to me so that someone does not step on you, but beware of the cats!

Soon we got to the poultry yard. Fathers! What a noise there was!

Two duck families fought over one eel head, and ended up with the cat getting the head.

You see how it happens in the world! - said the duck and licked its beak with its tongue - she herself was not averse to trying the eel head.

Well, well, move your paws! she said to the ducklings. - Quack and bow to that old duck! She is the most famous here. She is a Spanish breed and that is why she is so fat. See, she has a red patch on her leg. How beautiful! This is the highest distinction a duck can achieve. This means that they do not want to lose her - both people and animals will recognize her by this patch. Well, live! Don't keep your paws inward! A well-bred duckling should turn its legs out, like a father and mother. Like this! Look! Now tilt your head and say, "Quack!"

And so they did. But the other ducks looked at them and said loudly:

Well, there’s a whole bunch of them! As if we were few? And one is so ugly! We will not tolerate him!

And immediately one duck flew up and pecked him on the back of the head.

Leave it! said the mother duck. - He didn’t do anything to you!

Okay, but it's so big and weird! - answered someone else's duck. - He needs to ask him well.

Nice kids you have! said the old duck with a red patch on its paw. - All glorious, that's just one ... This one failed! It would be nice to remake it!

This is by no means possible, Your Grace! - answered the mother duck. - He is not handsome, but he has a good heart. And he swims no worse, I dare even say - better than others. I think over time it will level out and become smaller. He lay in the egg for too long, which is why he did not quite succeed.

And she scratched the back of his head and stroked the feathers.

Besides, he is a drake, and a drake doesn't really need beauty. I think he will get stronger and make his way.

The rest of the ducklings are very, very cute! said the old duck. - Well, make yourself at home, and if you find an acne head, you can bring it to me.

So the ducklings made themselves at home. Only the poor duckling, who hatched later than everyone else and was so ugly, was pecked, pushed and teased by absolutely everyone - both ducks and chickens.

It hurts great! they said.

And the Indian rooster, who was born with spurs on his legs and therefore imagined himself to be an emperor, pouted and, like a ship in full sail, flew up to the duckling, looked at him and began to grump angrily; his scallop was so full of blood.

The poor duckling just didn't know what to do, where to go. And he had to be so ugly that the whole poultry yard laughs at him! ..

So the first day went by, and then it got worse. Everyone chased the poor duckling, even brothers and sisters angrily said to him:

If only the cat would drag you away, obnoxious freak!

And the mother added:

Eyes would not be looking at you!

Ducks nibbled him, chickens pecked, and the girl who gave the birds food nudged him with her foot.

The duck could not stand it, ran across the yard - and over the hedge! Small birds fluttered frightened out of the bushes.

"It's because I'm so ugly!" - thought the duckling, closed his eyes and set off on.

He ran and ran until he found himself in the swamp where they lived wild ducks... Tired and sad, he lay here all night.

In the morning, the wild ducks rose from their nests and saw a new comrade.

What kind of bird is this? they asked.

The duckling spun and bowed in all directions as best it could.

What a bogeyman you are! said the wild ducks. - However, we do not care, just do not think to become related with us.

Poor thing! Where could he think about it! If only they would let him sit in the reeds and drink marsh water.

He spent two days in the swamp. On the third day, two wild gander appeared. They only recently hatched from eggs and therefore took great importance.

Listen, buddy! they said. - You are such a freak that, really, we like you! Do you want to fly with us and be a free bird? There is another swamp nearby, and there live pretty wild geese young ladies. They know how to say: "Ha-ha-ha!" You are such a freak that, what good, you will have success with them.

Bang! Paph! - it sounded suddenly over the swamp, and both gander fell dead into the reeds; the water was stained with their blood.

Bang! Paph! - it sounded again, and from the reeds a whole flock of wild geese... Shooting began. The hunters surrounded the swamp on all sides; some even settled in the branches of trees hanging over the swamp.

Blue smoke enveloped the trees in clouds and spread over the water. Hunting dogs were running through the swamp - a splash! slap! The reeds and reeds swayed from side to side.

The poor duckling was neither alive nor dead from fear. He was about to hide his head under the wing, when suddenly a hunting dog with a protruding tongue and sparkling evil eyes appeared right in front of him.

She stuck her mouth to the duckling, bared her sharp teeth and - slap! Slap! - she ran on.

“I didn't,” thought the duckling and took a deep breath. - It is evident that I am so ugly that even a dog is disgusted to bite me!

And he hid in the reeds.

Above his head every now and then a shot whistled, shots rang out. The firing died down only towards evening, but the duckling was still afraid to move for a long time.

Only a few hours later did he dare to get up, looked around and began to run further through the fields and meadows. The wind was so strong that the duckling could hardly move.

By nightfall, he ran to the poor hut. The hut was so dilapidated that it was ready to fall, but did not know which side it was, and that is why it held on.

The wind picked up the duckling - it had to rest against the ground with its tail. And the wind grew stronger.

Then the duckling noticed that the door of the hut had jumped off one hinge and was hanging so crooked that one could freely slip through the crack into the hut. And so he did.

An old woman lived in a hut with a cat and a chicken. She called the cat son; he knew how to arch his back, purr and even let off sparks if stroked against the grain.

The chicken had small, short legs, which is why it was nicknamed Short-legged; she laid eggs diligently, and the old woman loved her like a daughter.

In the morning someone else's duckling was noticed. The cat purred, the chicken cackled.

What's in there? - Asked the old woman, looked around and noticed a duckling, but blindness took him for a fat duck that strayed from the house.

That's a godsend! - said the old woman. “Now I’ll have duck eggs, unless it’s a drake.” Well, yes, we'll see, we'll try!

And the duckling was taken to the test. But three weeks passed, and still there were no eggs.

The real owner of the house was the cat, and the owner was the chicken, and both always said:

We and the whole world!

They considered themselves half of the whole world, and, moreover, the better half.

True, the duckling believed that one could have a different opinion on this score. But the chicken did not tolerate this.

Can you lay eggs? she asked the duck.

So keep your tongue on a leash!

And the cat asked:

Do you know how to arch your back, purr and let off sparks?

So do not poke your opinion when smart people speak!

And the duckling sat in the corner, ruffled.

Suddenly he remembered Fresh air and the sun, I really wanted to swim. He could not resist and told the chicken about it.

What's wrong with you? she asked. - You sit back, here's a whim in your head and climbs! Lay eggs or purr, the nonsense will pass!

Ah, it's so nice to swim! - said the duck. - It is such a pleasure to dive upside down into the very depths!

What a pleasure! - said the chicken. “You’re completely out of your mind! Ask the cat - he is smarter than everyone I know - if he likes to swim and dive. I'm not even talking about myself! Finally, ask our old lady, there is no one in the world smarter than her! Do you think she wants to swim or dive?

You don’t understand me, ”said the duckling.

If we do not understand, then who will understand you! Do you want to be smarter than the cat and the mistress, not to mention me? Don't be silly, but be grateful for everything you've done for you! You were sheltered, you were warmed up, you ended up in a society in which you can learn a thing or two. Notes empty head, and it's not worth talking to you. Trust me! I wish you well, that's why I scold you. This is how true friends are always recognized. Try to lay eggs or learn to purr and start sparks!

I think I'd better get out of here where my eyes would look, ”said the duckling.

Well, go yourself! - answered the chicken.

And the duck went away. He swam and dived, but all the animals still despised him for his disgrace.

Autumn has come. The leaves on the trees turned yellow and brown; the wind picked them up and whirled them through the air. It got very cold.

Heavy clouds poured on the ground now hail, now snow, and a raven sat on the hedge and cawed from the cold at the top of its throat. Brr! You will freeze at the thought of such cold!

It was bad for the poor duckling. Once, in the evening, when the sun was still shining in the sky, a whole flock of beautiful big birds, the duckling has never seen such beautiful: all white as snow, with long, flexible necks.
They were swans.

With a strange cry, they flapped their magnificent large wings and flew from the cold meadows to the warm lands, across the blue sea. The swans rose high, high, and the poor duckling was seized by an incomprehensible anxiety.

He spun around in the water, stretched out his neck and screamed too, but so loudly and strangely that he was frightened himself. Ah, he could not take his eyes off these beautiful happy birds, and when they were completely out of sight, he dived to the very bottom, emerged and was as if not himself. The duckling did not know the name of these birds, where they fly, but he fell in love with them, as he had not loved anyone in the world until now.

He did not envy their beauty; it never occurred to him that he could be as beautiful as they were. He would be glad-radehonek, if at least the ducks did not push him away.
Poor ugly duckling!

Winter has come cold, very cold. The duckling had to swim without rest in order to prevent the water from freezing completely, but every night the hole in which he swam became smaller and smaller.

It was freezing so that even the ice crackled. The duckling worked tirelessly with his paws, but in the end he was completely exhausted, froze and froze over.

Early in the morning a peasant passed by. He saw the duckling, broke the ice with his wooden shoes and took the half-dead bird home to his wife.

The duckling was warmed up.

But the children decided to play with him, and it seemed to him that they wanted to offend him. The duckling scurried with fear and landed right in the milk box with milk.

The milk splashed. The hostess screamed and waved her hands, while the duckling flew into a barrel of butter, and from there into a barrel of flour. Fathers, what did he look like!

The hostess screamed and chased after him with coal tongs, the children ran, knocking each other off their feet, laughing and screaming.
Fortunately, the door was open, - the duckling jumped out, rushed into the bushes, right on the freshly fallen snow, and lay there for a long, long time, almost unconscious.

It would be too sad to describe all the troubles and misfortunes of the duckling during this harsh winter. When the sun again warmed the earth with its warm rays, he lay in the swamp, in the reeds.

The larks began to sing. Spring came! The duckling flapped its wings and flew. Now the wind hummed in his wings, and they were much stronger than before.

Before he had time to recover, he found himself in a large garden. The apple trees were in bloom; fragrant lilacs bent their long green branches over the winding canal.

Oh, how good it was, how it smelled of spring!

And suddenly three wonderful white swans swam out of the thicket of reeds. They floated as lightly and smoothly as if they were sliding on water.

The duckling recognized the beautiful birds, and he was seized by some incomprehensible sadness.

I’ll fly to them, to these stately birds. They will probably peck me to death for the fact that I, so ugly, dared to approach them. But let it be! It is better to die from their blows than to endure the pinches of ducks and chickens, the kicks of the hen-woman, and endure the cold and hunger in winter!

And he sank into the water and swam towards the beautiful swans, who, seeing him, also swam to him.

Kill me! - said the poor thing and lowered his head, expecting death, but what did he see in the water, as clear as a mirror? Your own reflection.

But he was no longer an ugly dark gray duckling, but a swan. It doesn't matter if you are born in a duck's nest, if you hatch from a swan egg!

Now he was glad that he had endured so much grief and misfortune - he could better appreciate his happiness and the splendor that surrounded him.

And big swans swam around and stroked him with their beaks.

Small children ran into the garden. They began tossing bread crumbs and grains to the swans, and the youngest shouted:

A new one has arrived!

And everyone else picked up:

New, new!

The children clapped their hands and danced with joy, and then they ran after their father and mother and again began to throw crumbs of bread and cake into the water. Everyone said:

The new swan is the best! He is so handsome and young!

And the old swans bowed their heads before him.

But he was completely embarrassed and hid his head under the wing, not knowing why.

He was very happy, but he was not at all proud - a good heart knows no pride; he remembered the time when everyone laughed at him and chased him. And now everyone says that he is the most beautiful among the beautiful birds.

The lilacs bowed their fragrant branches into the water, the sun shone so warmly, so brightly ...

And now his wings rustled, his slender neck straightened, and a triumphant cry escaped from his chest:

No, I never dreamed of such happiness when I was still an ugly duckling!

Yamilya Nabiullina
Drawing on the tale of G. H. Andersen "The Ugly Duckling"

Tasks:

Educational tasks:

Continue to acquaint children with the work of G. Kh. Anderson;

Teach children to relate real and fabulous images;

Based on the impressions received, suggest to children draw an image« Ugly duckling» ;

Continue learning to transfer pictures some of the simplest forms of movement (depict head tilt duckling) ;

Continue teaching children how to use the palette to get new colors (gray);

Educational tasks:

Cultivate interest in drawing and humane treatment of birds.

Materials (edit):

Tinted paper, watercolor, 2 brushes, palette, napkins, jars of water;

Preliminary work:

Reading fairy tales G... NS. Andersen« ugly duck» , viewing illustrations to fairy tale.

Course of the lesson:

Educator:

Guys, let's remember and name fairy tales where do birds meet?

Children's answer:

- "Geese and Swans", « ugly duck» , "Cat, Rooster and Fox", "Cockerel and a bean seed", "Firebird" etc.)

Showing and viewing illustrations.

Draw the attention of children to the tilt of the bird's head and the color of the plumage.

And ask the kids a question:

What is the name of this bird? ( « ugly duck» )

What is she from fairy tales? (from fairy tales G... NS. Andersen« ugly duck» )

Show techniques and methods drawing.

Pay attention to mixing black and white paint in order to obtain new color (Gray)

Then remove the sample and invite the children to start. drawing; process drawing approach each child, help in case of difficulty, answer questions. During drawing pay attention to the shape and size of parts of the body (head, legs, pay attention to the color of the plumage, learn to place objects on the sheet, taking into account its proportions.

We display the finished drawings on the stand.

In analysis, direct children to respond that they did well. (the color is matched, the shape, the size are transferred)... Then point out errors. It is important for children to notice the expressive aspects of their drawings and those of their peers.

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