Fairytale therapy. The Tale of the Humble Little Chair
Natalya Keil
Fairy tale therapy. The Tale of the Humble Little Chair
The Tale of the Humble Little Chair.
There was a lot of old furniture in the attic of the two-story house. Among them stood a small chair with peeling paint and one leg missing. He stood forlornly aside. And not far from it there was a “banquette”
.
As a real “society lady,”
she differed from all the inhabitants of the attic with her
“upbringing”
and
“wisdom
.
As soon as night fell and the inhabitants of this house went to bed, miracles happened in the attic! All objects came to life and each lived its own life... The old shabby chairs groaned because they were about to fall apart from old age, the wobbly chairs from the set whispered in a friendly manner about something. Only the little chair did not participate in the “social life of this society”
.
Just this evening, two large chairs held an evening of memories of their past lives ( they told how they were bought as part of a furniture set, who and when of the previous owners liked to sit on them, and why they ended up in the attic). Meanwhile, a small chair stood to the side and listened with envy to the nightly stories of the experienced “owners of the living room”
Houses.
He himself did not dare to talk about his life because he considered it short, uninteresting and of little significance to people. One “banquette”
was forced to listen to
the story because she had nowhere to go. Moreover, she knew in advance what the narrators . And when the little chair asked why she didn’t tell , he heard the answer: “You shouldn’t brag about your life and invent exploits, let your good deeds speak for you.”
The night is over, and so are the miracles. In the morning, the usual bustle began in the residential building. But it seemed to the little chair that the house was unusually noisy today. Such fun only happened during a big celebration. Then all the grown-up children with their children and close relatives came. Someone always went up to the attic for some need. And today there were visitors in the attic: a father and son. He gave a tour into the vulgar, telling about every thing in the attic, literally at the suggestion. And he told a touching story about the little chair . About how, with his help, he and his brother escaped from captivity. Many years ago, they accidentally locked themselves in the pantry and used it to open the top latch on the slammed door. The son was touched by his father’s story that once upon a time this chair a little boy in a difficult situation and asked his father to repair it and take it to his children’s room.
Fairytale therapy and children's speech development Recommendations for teachers. • Start classes with elements of fairy tale therapy from a young age. • Use relaxation exercises to.
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OOD summary for the middle group “The Tale of a Merry Family of Furniture”
Natalya Anuchina
Abstract of OOD for the middle group “The Tale of a Merry Family of Furniture”
«The Tale of a Cheerful Family of Furniture«
2. Main part Guessing
.
The teacher one by one shows pictures depicting pieces of furniture placed on the board and asks: “What is this?
What is this piece of furniture ? Then he circles all the objects examined in a circular motion and asks the children:
“What are all these objects called in one word?” (
Furniture .) Q: Guys, would you like us and our bell to tell you
a fairy tale about a family of furniture ? Children: Yes! Q: Then we will now rest and listen to the fairy tale .
Physical education lesson: This is a chair, they sit on it (the left palm in a fist is pressed against the right, fingers extended upward)
.
This is a table, people sit at it (the left hand is in a fist, the right open palm lies on top)
.
Here is a bed - they are lying on it (arms bent at the elbows in front of the chest, lying one on top of the other)
.
We put things away in the closet (imitation of folding things)
.
We all walk for a walk (the fingers of both hands walk along the knees)
.
B: Well done. Now listen to the fairy tale . The teacher takes turns replacing (or moving to another board)
pictures of funny images of pieces of
furniture (a sofa with a mustache, eyes; a bed dressed in a dress, etc.)
and
tells a fairy tale :
Offended furniture - a therapeutic tale
Once upon a time there was a girl named Sveta.
She recently turned six years old. And mom and dad decided that it was time for their daughter to live in her own separate room. I'm going to school soon, I need to get used to being independent. They renovated her room, put in new furniture - a beautiful, soft crib, a wardrobe, and a bedside table! Live and be happy! Only Sveta was used to sleeping with her parents and did not agree to leave. “I’m scared alone,” he says. - I'm afraid of Baba Yaga! And boring!
Of course, she wasn’t scared, because Sveta was already a big and smart girl, and she knew that Baba Yaga only appears in fairy tales. And only parents can be at home and no one else. And there are all sorts of knocks and rustling noises - there is some explanation for all this. Either something fell at the neighbors place, or a cat meowed on the street.
But she didn’t want to admit this to her parents. Let them think that she’s scared; she’ll be able to sleep with them longer.
Sveta also hasn’t moved her toys and clothes into her new, beautiful closet yet. If you move it, you’ll have to move it yourself. And here’s another reason - the clothes are in the parents’ room, which means Sveta belongs here!
One day a girl was sitting in her parents’ room, the door was closed, playing with dolls. Mom and Dad went to the store. He hears someone knocking on the door. “It’s strange,” Sveta thinks, “Why did your parents suddenly decide to knock?” It's their room, after all! -Come in! - she shouted. There is silence behind the door, and then there is a knock again.
The girl came to the door, opened it - there was no one! Something just changed in the hallway... That's it! The bedside table from Sveta’s new room is now in the hallway!
- And why did the parents bring the nightstand here? – the girl thought. “And it’s not clear who knocked on the door.” Mom and dad haven't returned yet. Apparently, it seemed, she decided. She closed the door and went to her dolls. Before Sveta had time to leave, there was a knock again. She opened the door - no one was there! But next to the bedside table in the hallway, near the front door, there was now a closet!
The girl left the room and went to the furniture. She looked at the closet in surprise, not understanding how it could move from her room to the hallway in a minute!
-How strange! - she said.
-What's strange here? You don’t need us, you don’t want to live with us, use us, so we’ll find another owner! – a voice came from the closet. -Who are you? – Sveta asked in amazement. She opened the closet - it was empty inside. -Who are we? These are the times! Do you hear, neighbor? She doesn't even know us! – the voice from the closet said again. -I hear, of course! So, we decided correctly that we need to change the hostess! – said a different voice, and it was coming from the nightstand! -Is this furniture talking to me? – Sveta couldn’t believe her ears. -Furniture, furniture! - said the closet. - Which is leaving you! -How are you leaving? Where? I chose you myself, you are so beautiful! -Why don’t you use us if we are so beautiful? We are bored and sad because no one needs us! – said the bed, which had also already appeared in the corridor. -I won't do this again! I didn’t know that you were sad and bored without me! -Well, if you don’t, perhaps we’ll stay! - said the nightstand. -Are you going to sleep on me today? — the bed clarified. “Otherwise I’ll dry out completely.” – And she sighed pitifully. -Necessarily! And I’ll sleep on you, and I’ll move my toys and clothes to the closet right now! And in the nightstand - albums with pencils!
Sveta rushed to her parents’ room and began to collect her things and toys. When she came out, all the furniture in her children's room was already in place!
The girl carefully hung the clothes in the new closet, closed its doors and ironed them. - Don’t be angry with me, locker, from now on I will constantly use you and try to keep you in order!
Sveta carefully wiped the top of the bedside table with a dust cloth and put her albums in it.
She made the bed with a clean sheet and covered it with a beautiful blanket. When the parents returned from the store, they found their daughter fast asleep in her crib in the children's room.
Sveta never hurt her furniture again. And sleeping in her room, with only her things, turned out to be much more pleasant! And not boring at all! After all, the crib showed her incredible, magical, fabulous dreams at night!
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Talking wardrobe
Read by Galina and Alexander Levashov
Dasha had her own room. Here toys, textbooks and other personal belongings lived with her. There was also furniture: in the corner, for example, there was a wardrobe. Dasha was no longer a little girl, and so sometimes she would go up to the closet, open the door and say, like her mother: “There’s nothing to wear!” And then one morning, when she said this, someone suddenly objected to her: “What’s wrong? What about a white blouse with red polka dots? A satin skirt with bow pleats would go just right with her...” - Oh, who is this? – Dasha asked, almost unafraid. - Not "who", but "what. Didn't take it at school, or what? Or don't you see: I'm a closet. - Come on, closets don’t talk. - You can’t talk here. It’s a shame: she has nothing to wear! Yes, I have plenty of clothes here. And a blue blouse with ruffles and a bow, and a pink blouse with a collar, and a flowered dress with wings, and a yellow sundress with a belt…. - Well, that's it! Enough! Don’t you understand: they say that for show. So that someone can hear and take note. “That’s what I’m saying because I heard it.” The menu also includes jeans with rhinestones, a checkered skirt, a turtleneck…. - Stupid closet! – Dasha got angry, slammed the door and left. From that day on, a nightmare began. Every time the girl approached the closet, it began to crack incessantly. He listed and described in detail all her blouses, skirts, dresses, trousers. And it turned out so long that you might think: there is something to wear. Dasha was now forced not to linger at the closet for a long time and only look in its mirror from afar. And then one day, when Dasha climbed into the closet to get her old doll out of the corner, he slammed the doors and began to list with pleasure: “A red woolen suit made of a pleated skirt and vest with a strap and shiny buttons in the shape of hearts...” - Let me out now! – Dasha got angry. “I won’t think so,” answered the closet, “you’ll run away.” Who will I tell about my treasures then? – Tell yourself if they are yours! – I’m not interested in myself. Better for you. And you, by the way, never listened to me until the end. And the closet continued to chatter. Yes, I got so carried away that when I reached the end, I started all over again... Dasha was already tired of standing and sat down at the bottom of the closet, wondering how she could get out... Finally, she realized and began to slowly scratch her nails in the corner of the closet. - What is this? - asked the closet. - Not what, but who. This mouse is gnawing a hole in you. I'm afraid of her. But if you want, I can drive you away. - Drive away! – the closet screamed and immediately opened the doors. Dasha jumped out and said angrily: “So you know!” I’ll immediately ask dad to throw you in the trash. – Don’t take me to the trash heap! - the closet begged, - I won’t do this again. Dasha, of course, cheated; she had no intention of throwing him away. After all, although the cabinet was disgusting, it spoke. Not everyone has one. And the girl answered him in a stern voice: “If you stop chatting continuously, and open your mouth only at my request, then, okay, stay.” The closet had nothing to object to, and he agreed to these conditions. Since then, Dasha’s relationship with the closet has improved, and they even became friends. Now Dasha chattered more about her girlish affairs, and the closet only listened and assented. But not to suck up, but honestly: he liked to find out that there are many more interesting things in the world, besides clothes.
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