Family reading. Stories about the value of bread

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People born and raised in peacetime, who did not know hunger and need, do not often think about the value and sanctity of bread. But the stories of the writers have kept stories about it and children need to tell them.

“ The Girl Who Stepped on Bread”


child is worth reciting G.H. Andersen’s tale of a poor but proud girl who loved torturing insects. When she began to serve in the landlord house, the owners reminded her that it is necessary to visit her parents. She went. But when she saw her mother with a crocheth, she became ashamed that she was so ruffled. And Inge left without ever seeing her mother.

Six months later, she was reminded of her mother again. She took the white bread she had been given and went. She was wearing a pretty dress, she was wearing new shoes. When she met a muddy puddle, she threw bread under her feet and then stepped on it. And suddenly it started dragging into the ground. So she got to the marsh.

Where the swamp lived was a very dirty place. To her visit came a heck and a poisonous old lady who liked Inge very much. She wanted to make an Istukan out of her. The girl, going to hell, saw the torment of sinners. And her torment was just beginning. She was hungry and wanted to break the bread, but couldn’t move. It was petrified, turned into an istucana. Then she felt hot tears dripping down on her. It was her mother crying. On earth, everyone already knew of her sin. People even composed a song about a spicy girl who set foot on bread.

Only bad heard of herself Inge. But after all, one little girl, having heard a story about her, regretted her. Malyutke really wanted Inge to ask for forgiveness. The girl called her poor and was very sorry.

Everyone has already died: the mother, the hostess for whom Inge worked. She became an old lady and a girl who thought about Inga. And Inge reflected on the fact that a stranger loved her and cried for her. She cried, and melted her stone shell. The girl turned into a bird.

She has been flying and collecting crumbs ever since. She eats only one herself, and then calls other birds. She handed out as many crumbs as there was in the bread she stepped on.

“ Piece of bread”

Much to understand about the significance of bread to the child will help the story of A. Nuikin’s “Piece of Bread.” It described a case of a piece of bread lying on the pavement. People walked by: young, old, children. One boy took and kicked a piece to the middle of the road. Suddenly he heard what someone said about sin. I looked around and saw the old man. He looked right and left and went quietly to the piece. Then carried it to the turf with the hope of feeding birdies.

There was an old man and thought about his hungry childhood, when even by the holiday mother stirred grass or seeds in flour. She worked alone and the hungry were eight.

This old man knew the hungry time, knows how the bread got. In picking up a slice of bread, he mentally bowed to the hard labor of the people who grow it and the calloused hands of the breadmaker. For an old man, bread is a shrine to which he will always be treated carefully. And he wants everyone, including the younger generation, to appreciate bread as much.

“ Bread Flower”

About the great value of bread in times of famine writes Yu. Yakovlev in the story “Bread Flower”. Kohl’s boy felt hungry all the time. He ate everything that was edible. It was a hungry post-war time.

When Grandma baked two scented wheat caravays, Kolya couldn’t look at them. In his imagination, they were like sunnies who smiled at him. He breathed the smell of the corge with pleasure, spent a piece of work and dreamed that the good times would come. He will eat such corgis every day for breakfast, for lunch and for dinner. It was the greatest happiness of his future life.

Then he carried his grandfather’s caravay on the apiary. He already ate, but when he came to his grandfather, it seemed to him that the grandfather should share with him the punishment. But the grandfather didn’t. Kolya thought the grandfather was greedy. Turns out the grandfather put the caravay back to the boy in the bag and sent him home. When he came home, Kolya saw the caravay and was cheered with joy. He realized that the grandfather was not greedy, but caring. He thought of his grandmother and his grandson, and he himself fed on a bee driver. She was drowning out hunger. Kolya loved his grandfather and respected him and also wanted his grandfather to taste delicious caravay after all. The boy wrapped him in a rag and put him in his grandfather’s chest in the hope that his grandfather would return from the apiary, enjoy bread and feel great joy from the bread satiety. This is such a “journey” made a caravay of postwar time. In those years bread was the greatest value.

“ The daily bread” Informative

will read to the child about how people treated bread in times of collectivization in our country. AND. Goldberg writes about it in the short story “The daily bread”.

Collectivization began in Russia, collective farms appeared. Polycarp worked in the collective farm for working days. Ulyan’s grandmother did not believe in Soviet power and in Soviet pay. She feared she would cheat her son and pay nothing. They will remain hungry and without bread. The son and grandchildren laughed at her fears and assured that in autumn they would bring grain and they would have lots of bread.

That’s what happened in the fall. Six supplies loaded with bags entered the yard. The whole family unloaded grain. When all barns were filled with grain, Polycarp realized that surplus grain could be sold. With the eldest son started counting. Decided to sell ninety-five quintals. Polycarp rejoiced and called himself a landlord.

Granny Ulyana couldn’t believe for a long time that bread was brought to them and no one would take it away. She was throwing around the yard, trying to lock the gates and barns so no one could take away the bread. She sat in the barn for a long time. At first I just looked at the mountains of grain, then I approached, touched, launched my hands on the shoulders. She hugged and caressed bread, picked up the heady smell of grain, cried out with joy and froze. She tried to hide the grain. Dialing him in the hem, she was looking for a place to hide him for a black day.

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long time she didn’t move away from bread. In frenzied joy muttered: “Bread… Ospodi… daily bread… My birthright bread…”

Polycarp saw that the old woman was unbeknownst for joy. He tried to take her to the house, to convince her that no one would take away bread and all that belonged to them. He earned. But Ulyan’s grandmother seemed to go mad. She cried and due, screaming furiously that she would die, but the bread would not give away.

Later, the old woman still calmed down, climbed on the stove and fell into obliviousness. Father and sons sat and thought how to dispose of the remaining grain.

Bread at that time was on the weight of gold, it was a jewel donated by nature and mined with sweat and blood. Bread was the most important measure of people’s lives. Everyone knew if there was bread in the house, then life would be good and hearty.

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