Внеклассное мероприятие "Новогодняя сказка"

Новогодняя сказка

(по мотивам сказки Леонида Филатова «Про Федота-стрельца, удалого молодца»)

Действующие лица:

-царь, -царевна, - посол,  -Федот, - Баба-яга,  - Дед Мороз,  - Снегурочка,  - ведущий.

Ведущий:                                                                                                                                                                                                  В некотором царстве,                                                                                                                                                        В некотором государстве,                                                                                                                                             Не высоко, не низко,                                                                                                                                                                                         Не далёко, не близко                                                                                                                                                                        Жил-был царь,                                                                                                                                                                      Стороны той государь.  

Звучит музыка, выходит царь, за ним бежит царевна. В окружении свиты выходит посол, кланяется, усаживается рядом с царём. Музыка № 1 («Фанфары. Выход царя»)

Царь: Добрый день! Весёлый час!                                                                                                                                Рады видеть Вас у нас,                                                                                                                                                   Вери гуд, салам алейкум.                                                                                                                                               Бона сэра, вас ист дас.

Царевна: (кокетливо)                                                                                                                                                          По-английски я спрошу:                                                                                                                                                     Who and what are you?                                                                                                                                                    Кто Вы родом? Фу-фу-фу!                                                                                                                                            Чай, языки не зря учу!                                                                                                                                                   How old are you?                                                                                                                                                                          Married or single you?                                                                                                                                                                                           Сколь Вам лет?                                                                                                                                                                              Вы женаты, али нет?

 Царь: Цыц, дурёха, замолчи -                                                                                                                                        Тесту место у печи!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Ну-ка марш к себе в светлицу,                                                                                                                                                      И сольфеджию учи!

Музыка № 2 («Разочарование»)  Царевна обиженно уходит.

Ведущий:                                                                                                                                                                                                  Царь с послом сидят за столом,                                                                                                                                                                        При всякой снеди ведут беседы.

Царь: Вызывает антирес                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Ваш питательный процесс:                                                                                                                                             Как у вас там в магазинах -                                                                                                                                                       «Сникерс» с «Марсом» али без?

Посол: Йес, йес, йес!

 Царь: Вызывает антирес                                                                                                                                                                                                                   И такой ещё разрез,                                                                                                                                                          Как у вас танцуют пляску:                                                                                                                                                       Под музЫку али без?

Посол: Йес, йес, йес!

 ( Царевна выходит, хлопает в ладоши)    Царевна: Престо, престо – музыку, маэстро!   

Ведущий:  Ребятишки: девчонки и мальчишки!                                                                                                                                                                      Давайте покажем послу-иностранцу,                                                                                                                                       Какие весёлые русские танцы!

Музыка № 3.- «Калинка». Дети становятся в круг и пляшут.

Царевна(обращаясь к послу): Рада ли душа Ваша?                                                                                                                 Какова Вам пляска наша?                                                                                                                                                   Не каковА, а кАкова?                                                                                                                                                        С британской одинакова?

Посол (морщась): Йес, йес!

Царевна: Вот заладил: йес да йес -                                                                                                                                     Иностранный мракобес!                                                                                                                                                       (обращаясь к царю) Чем его бы удивить?                                                                                                                               Мож, Федота пригласить?   

Царь: Позвать Федота-стрельца,                                                                                                                                              Удалого молодца.

(Звучит весёлая русская народная мелодия. Музыка № 4. – «Ах, улица широкая»)

Федот: Здравствуй, царь мой дорогой!                                                                                                                            Как живёшь ты, не хворой?

Царь: (раздумывая),                                                                                                                                              Раздобудь к утру ковёр –                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Шитый золотом узор.                                                                                                                                                                     Государственное дело -                                                                                                                                                           Расшибись, а будь добёр!

(Звучит весёлая русская народная мелодия. Музыка № 5. – «Вот задумал комарик»)

Ведущий:                                                                                                                                                                                                  Пошёл Федот домой,                                                                                                                                                                    От горя немой,                                                                                                                                                                           Не идёт на ум еда –                                                                                                                                                           Царь мотует, вот беда…                                                                                                                                                                        Пусть Федот ковёр найдёт,                                                                                                                                                              Царевна ж песенку споёт.

(Царевна поёт песню про Новый Год, затем звучит Музыка № 4. – «Ах, улица широкая»)

Федот: Ты для посла просил ковёр,                                                                                                                                                Ну так я его припёр.                                                                                                                                                                  Всё согласно договору –                                                                                                                                                                  И рисунок, и колёр!                                                                                                                                                                   В сенцах стоит пока.                                                                                                                                                                   А для вашего посла                                                                                                                                                                  Малая копия ковра.

(Посол рассматривает копию ковра, морщится)

Посол: Ноу, ноу! Гутен таг,                                                                                                                                                   Всё не этак, всё не так.

 Федот: А-а! Ковёр не тешит взор?                                                                                                                                                        Аль не тот в ковре узор?                                                                                                                                                   Ну так я его под мышку,                                                                                                                                                                                 Да и кончен разговор!       (Федот уходит)                                                                                                                                                           

Царь: (сердится на посла)                                                                                                                                                  Мне б тебя огреть плетьми,                                                                                                                                              Четырьмя или пятьми,                                                                                                                                                      Шобы ты не изголялся                                                                                                                                                       Над серьёзными людьми!    

Посол (улыбаясь): Йес, йес!

Царевна:                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Люди, люди, помогите!                                                                                                                                                                                                          Мне – царевне – подскажите,                                                                                                                                            Как развеселить нам эту морду,                                                                                                                                           Угодить чужеземному лорду. – (улыбаясь)                                                                                                                        Кабы не батюшкин наказ –                                                                                                                                         Казнила бы тебя сейчас.                                                                                                                                           (обращаясь к послу)                                                                                                                                                                        Would you like a dance from Еast?                                                                                                                                       Танец живота станцует наш артист…

 Посол (улыбаясь): No, no, I’m sorry,                                                                                                                         Please, you don’t worry,                                                                                                                                                                  Бат этот данс не есть гуд.                                                                                                                                                          Little Red Riding Hood –                                                                                                                                                          Маленкий Красный Шапка.                                                                                                                                              В детстве сказать моя бабка                                                                                                                                                   Сказка «Little Red Riding Hood»                                                                                                                                                   На инглиш шоу мне прямо тут.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

 Ведущий:                                                                                                                                                                                                  Чтобы конфузу не быть,                                                                                                                                                            Придётся послу угодить!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            За сим зовёт царь стрельца –                                                                                                                                               Удалого молодца!

(Звучит Музыка № 4. – «Ах, улица широкая»)

Царь: Ну-ка сбрось хандру и лень,                                                                                                                                                   И в дорогу сей же день!                                                                                                                                                                  Отправляйся в Голливуд                                                                                                                                                                                 За «Литл Ред Райдинг Худ».                                                                                                                                                           Фу! Язык сломаешь тут!                                                                                                                                                             Эт-те не «Гитлер капут»!

(Федот уходит, звучит бодрая музыка № 5, после окончания которой входит Федот)

 Федот: Чай заждался? Добрый день!                                                                                                                                  Глянь в окно, коли не лень.                                                                                                                                                    Ой, совсем не задарма                                                                                                                                                          Их театр доставил я.                                                                                                                                                                              Вон в Шапке Красной у окна                                                                                                                                                  Иноземная стоит гирла.                                                                                                                                                   И говорит не по-российски,                                                                                                                                                          А всё по-английски…

Начинается инсценировка сказки «Little Red Riding Hood», во время которой посол засыпает, царь это замечает и  обращается к залу с вопросом.                                                                                                        Царь: Неужели посол уснул?                                                                                                                                                            Получается, он меня обманул?                                                                                                                                                    Чтобы деньги мои ушли в Голливуд  –                                                                                                                                      За эту «Little Red Riding Hood»?!                                                                                                                                                       Шиш! У царства маленький бюджет,                                                                                                                                                                   И денег для артистов нет!   (Обращаясь к артистам)                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Постановку прекратите!                                                                                                                                                                         И со сцены уходите!                                                                                                                                                                            Остаются шкура да бабка (Снимает с волка «шкуру»,бросает её на пол. Бабушке даёт палку)               И эта Красная Шапка. ( Будит посла)                                                                                                                                                                                                  Ты, мой диа, всё проспал –                                                                                                                                                      У нас уже как раз финал!                                                                                                                                                                     Вон они как с волком ловко!..                                                                                                                                         Ну, нравится постановка?

Посол: Ноу, ноу! Гутен таг,                                                                                                                                                   Всё не этак, всё не так.

Царь: (разъярён)                                                                                                                                                                 Ну даёшь, ядрёна вошь,                                                                                                                                                                И театр тебе не гож?!

 Царевна:                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  А вчерась мытарил душу –                                                                                                                                                                    Вынь ты сказку да полож!                                                                                                                                                           Федот: (негромко) Мы и этак, мы и так,                                                                                                                                                                         Может, он тово… дурак?

Ведущий: И тут они вспомнили на досуге                                                                                                                                                            О старой своей подруге.

(Звучит музыка № 6 – «Выход Бабы-яги. Танец», появляется Баба-Яга, кружится вокруг ёлки и останавливается возле царя)

Баба-Яга: Ты чавой-то сам не свой,                                                                                                                               Не румяной, не живой –                                                                                                                                                                Али швед под Петербургом,                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Али турок под Москвой?

Царь: Полно, бабка, я не хвор!                                                                                                                                        Видишь – аглицкий посол.                                                                                                                                                            Я не знаю, как мне быть,                                                                                                                                                         Чем его мне удивить?                                                                                                                                                               

Баба-Яга: Ты чавой-то не в себе,                                                                                                                                                Вон – и прыщик на губе!                                                                                                                                                       Ох, растратишь ты здоровье                                                                                                                                                   В политической борьбе.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

Федот: Ты тут, бабка, не крути,                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Ты изыскивай пути,                                                                                                                                                       Как нам этого балбеса                                                                                                                                                          Удивить и провести. (Уходит)

 Баба-Яга: Вообче-то я хитра,                                                                                                                                              В смысле подлости нутра,                                                                                                                                                                                                                Но чавой-то мне сегодня                                                                                                                                                                             Не колдуется с утра.                                                                                                                                                                    Всё и колет, и болит,                                                                                                                                                         И в груди огнём палит.                                                                                                                                                                     Я давно подозреваю                                                                                                                                                                                                       У себя энцефалит!                                                                                                                                                                                     Царь: Ты морочить мне мозги                                                                                                                                                                                      Даже думать не моги!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Ты свои все пять извилин                                                                                                                                                                         На работу напряги.                                                                                                                                                                               Баба-Яга колдует. (Музыка № 7 – «Баба-яга колдует»)                                                                                                                      

Баба-Яга: О! Нашла я вам ответ.                                                                                                                                  Обыщи весь белый свет -                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Чудес в природе нет!                                                                                                                                                                     Это я тебе, голуба,                                                                                                                                                                                Говорю, как краевед.       

Царь:  Ты мне главное скажи,                                                                                                                                          Говори же, не томи!

Баба-Яга: Ты ведь, батюшка, умён –                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Так загляни же в свой смартфон ,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         «Загугли» дату, доводы ты взвесь,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Что за праздник будет здесь?                                                                                                                                 Снег идёт, снег идёт…                                                                                                                                                                        Значит, праздник – …

Дети: (хором) Новый Год!   

Царь:  Ну и бабка, спору нет,                                                                                                                                          Наконец нашла ответ!                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Праздник нужен сей же час!                                                                                                                                             Гостя развеселим сейчас!

Царевна: Ну а вы, друзья, вставайте,                                                                                                                                                         Хороводы начинайте!                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Прячьте уши, прячьте нос –                                                                                                                                                                                                  К нам идёт сам…

Все: Дед Мороз!

Звенят колокольчики, звучит музыка № 8А, 8Б – «Колокольчики Деда Мороза», «Выход Деда Мороза». Входит Дед Мороз.

Дед Мороз: Здравствуйте, дети, и взрослым – здрасьте!                                                                                                                                     С Новым годом! В дом вам – счастье!                                                                                                                             Я из Углича в дороге много дней.                                                                                                                                                       Чтоб поздравить всех людей,                                                                                                                                                     Мешок подарков им привёз.                                                                                                                                                      Да в пути бородою оброс,                                                                                                                                                            И замучил меня склероз…                                                                                                                                     Задаю вопрос в печали:                                                                                                                                                                               Вы Снегурку не видали?                                                                                                                                                  (Дети: Нет!)                                                                                                                                                                                 А красное такое «Феррари»?                                                                                                                                                  (Дети: Да!)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Вниманье! Второй вопрос тогда:                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Где видали и когда?                                                                                                                                                       (Дети: По телику вчера)                                                                                                                                                По телику смотрели вчера?  (Дети: Да!)                                                                                                                             Ну не путайте меня сейчас!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Отвечайте: Снегурка не у вас?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Дети: Нет!                                                                                                                                                                               Дед Мороз:  Что же делать? Вот беда -                                                                                                                      Ведь без Снегурки – никуда!                                                                                                                                                  Царь: Есть у нас Федот-стрелец,                                                                                                                                                              На все руки молодец.                                                                                                                                                         Любит его народ!                                                                                                                                                                               (зовёт) Эй, Федот! Федо-от!  (Входит Федот под музыку № 4. – «Ах, улица широкая»)

Снаряжайся, братец, в путь -                                                                                                                                                 И Снегурку нам добудь!         

Федот: Получается – на мне –                                                                                                                                               Вся политика в стране?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Не добуду им Снегурку –                                                                                                                                                                          Беспременно быть войне!                                                                                                                                                             Царевна:  Не твори, Федот, разбой,                                                                                                                                                             А возьми меня с собой.  (Федот и царевна уходят под музыку № 5. – «Вот задумал комарик»)

Дед Мороз: Новый год! Новый год!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Весь народ и танцует, и поёт!

Ведущий: Здесь посол наш оживает –                                                                                                                               И вот что всем он предлагает.

Посол: Будет завтра –  играем хоккей.                                                                                                                       А сей час идём караоке, о кей?                                                                                                                 

Царь: ОК! Каждый споёт – хоть ты тресни –                                                                                                                          «Джингл белз» - его любимую песню!  

Ведущий: Ребята, шанс не упустите –                                                                                                                               В караоке-бар заходите!

(Все поют под видеофильм с титрами  английскую песню «Jingle Bells», после её окончания входит Федот с царевной, которая нарядилась Снегурочкой)

Царевна:  Что молчишь, мой друг Федот,                                                                                                                  Как воды набрамши в рот,                                                                                                                                               Аль не тот на мне кокошник?                                                                                                                                                           Аль наряд на мне не тот?

Федот: На тебя, моя душа,                                                                                                                                                                              Век глядел бы не дыша…                                                                                                                                                             Только стать тебе Снегуркой                                                                                                                                               Ну не светит ни шиша!

Дед Мороз: (ничего не подозревая)                                                                                                                            Ох, заждался я тебя!                                                                                                                                                                  Почто оставила меня?                                                                                                                                                                          Посмотри-ка на ребят,                                                                                                                                                                     Веселиться все хотят!   (Обходит царевну, разглядывает)                                                                                                                                                               Что-то, что-то тут не так,                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Ты Снегурка али как? (Царевна молчит, Дед Мороз обращается к детям)                                                                                    Эх, дети, голова моя пропащая,                                                                                                                                       Подскажите, Снегурка настоящая?                                                                                                                          Дети: Нет!    (Царевна уходит - Музыка № 2)

Царь: Обманул меня Федот,                                                                                                                                                     Непутёвый стал народ!    (Федот обиделся, опустил голову)                                                                                             Ну-ка, неча губы дуть,                                                                                                                                                            А давай скорее в путь.                                                                                                                                                                     Государственное дело –                                                                                                                                                       Нам Снегурку раздобудь!       (Федот уходит) – Музыка № 5                                                                                                                                           

Дед Мороз:  (царю) Что-то духом ты упал,                                                                                                                  Али корью захворал?

Царь: К нам на утренний рассол                                                                                                                                                                               Прибыл аглицкий посол.                                                                                                                                                     Вот не знаю, как мне быть,                                                                                                                                                                                Чем его бы удивить.                                                                                                                                                                            Вон стоит, совсем зачах –                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Силы нет уже в ногах.

Дед Мороз:  Ах, да это ерунда!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Чтобы удивить посла –                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         На раз мне -  дунуть,                                                                                                                                                                                       на два – плюнуть!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Ставьте ушки на макушки –                                                                                                                                                        Слушайте частушки!     (Звучат частушки. Баба Яга поёт свои частушки. Посол начинает немного веселиться. Входит Федот с настоящей Снегурочкой)  Музыка № 4

Федот: (радостный)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Вот и я! Сам иду,                                                                                                                                                                             И Снегурочку веду.

Снегурочка: Здравствуй, дедушка родной!   

Дед Мороз: Здравствуй, внученька! Ой! Ой! (хватается за сердце, садится на стул царевны)                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Что ж ты делаешь со мной?                                                                                                                                          Как же так-то ты отстала?                                                                                                                                                             Слёзы лил я тут немало…                                                                                                                                                                                  Уж в больницы, морги и полицию                                                                                                                                              собрался было отправить петицию!                                                                                                                                   Хорошо, что есть Федот-стрелец –                                                                                                                                                        Нашёл тебя. Спасибо! Молодец!   (Пожимает Федоту руку, даёт ему шоколадку)

Снегурочка: Прости меня, дед миленький, родной,                                                                                          Что в сани не села с тобой!                                                                                                                                                          Средь зимней стужи и дали                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Сломались крутые «Феррари».                                                                                                                                                 Потом совсем уж заблудилась,                                                                                                                           Кричала, плакала и злилась…  (Плачет)

Дед Мороз: Ладно, ладно! Не реви!                                                                                                                                                   Платочком слёзки убери!                                                                                                                                        Неудобно: полный зал собрался –                                                                                                                         Школьный люд тебя заждался!

Снегурочка:                                                                                                                                                           Здравствуйте, ребятишки!                                                                                                                                                           Девчонки и мальчишки!                                                                                                                                                         Так, ребята, к вам спешила,                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Что немножко заблудилась.                                                                                                                                                                               Веселятся все вокруг,                                                                                                                                                                     И везде нас очень ждут.                                                                                                                                                                                              С Новым годом поздравляю,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Счастья, радости желаю,                                                                                                                                                          Светлой жизни – 100 годов                                                                                                                                                                                          И здоровья – 100 пудов.                                                                                                                                                                             А давайте на ёлке зажжём огни!  

 Дед Мороз:                                                                                                                                                                  Раз, два, три -                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Ёлочка, гори!   

Снегурочка:                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Как красивы игрушки, гирлянды, мишура и иголочки!                                                                                                                                                                                     А ну-ка,  споём все вместе «В лесу родилась ёлочка».

(дети поют песню « В лесу родилась ёлочка» - № 9, посол веселится со всеми)

Посол: Чтой-то весело мене,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Я как будто на коне,                                                                                                                                                      Начинаю удивляться                                                                                                                                                                                             Вашей сказочной стране.    (рассматривает ёлку)                                                                                                              Ну и ёлка, что за диво:                                                                                                                                                                                                     Как стройна и как красива,                                                                                                                                                   А на ней висят игрушки –                                                                                                                                                                  От  подставки до макушки!                                                                                                                                                       Что-то хочется, ребятки,                                                                                                                                                                                   Загадать мне вам загадки.      

Царевна: (подходит к послу)                                                                                                                                                   Позвольте, сэр, Вам помогу -                                                                                                                                                                                                   English на Russian переведу  (читает загадки, дети отгадывают))

Снегурочка: Дед! Придумал бы игру                                                                                                                Позабавить детвору!

Дед Мороз: (хочет уйти)                                                                                                                                                                  Ой! Чавой-то худо мне,                                                                                                                                                                                                              Слышь, как хрумкает в спине,                                                                                                                                                                                                           Словом, раз такое дело,                                                                                                                                                              Я вобче – на бюллетне!

Царь: Ах ты, ёлки-палки, палки-ёлки!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Нет уж, нет уж, не пойдёт!                                                                                                                                                    Дети! Встали вокруг ёлки –                                                                                                                                                         Дед Мороз играть идёт!

(Игры с Дедом Морозом – музыка № 10А, № 10Б)

Снегурочка:  Встречают песней Новый год,                                                                                                                                   Встречают пляской Новый год,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    А кто стихи про ёлку знает,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Их сейчас нам прочитает.

(Дети подходят к Деду Морозу, Снегурочке и читают стихи)

Царь: Старый год кончается,                                                                                                                                          Хороший, добрый год.

Федот: Не будем мы печалиться,                                                                                                                                     Ведь новый к нам идёт.

Царевна:  Я желаю вам расти и не скучать,                                                                                                                   Мам и бабушек не очень огорчать.

Посол: И всегда просить прощенья                                                                                                                                                         За любые огорченья.

Баба Яга: Закаляться вам желаю да умнеть                                                                                                                     И за целый год ни разу не болеть!

Снегурочка: Никогда не зазнаваться                                                                                                                                                                                     И от лени избавляться!

Дед Мороз: Ну а в следующем году                                                                                                                                         Я проверить вас приду!                                                                                                                                                       Но не прощаюсь с вами я,                                                                                                                                                      Ждут подарки вас, друзья!                                                                                                                                            Есть за что вас поощрить,                                                                                                                                                                                             Попрошу я список огласить!  (Учитель зачитывает имена и заслуги, а Дед Мороз раздаёт подарки)

Вот пришёл миг расставанья!                                                                                                                                           И говорю всем: до свиданья!

Все: До свидания!  

Дед Мороз: (уходя, кричит) Не забудьте, в следующем году                                                                                                                                         Я проверить вас приду!                                                                                                                                                       

Ведущий: На этом сказке конец,                                                                                                                                                    И кто слушал – молодец!                                                                                                                                                  А кто участвовал в игре -                                                                                                                                                                                                            Молодец вдвойне!                                                                                                                                                                                                    Тому, кто роли играл –                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Тому аплодирует зал!   (все аплодируют)                                                                                                                                                      Чтоб повысить актёрам мотивацию –                                                                                                                                   Аплодисменты переходят в овацию!  (все аплодируют сильнее)  

Хоть сказку мы уже сыграли,                                                                                                                                               Но все остаются в этом зале.                                                                                                                              Веселиться продолжаем:                                                                                                                                                 Поём, танцуем и играем!                                                                                                                                                                                         Ведь знает игры без конца и края                                                                                                                                             Наша затейница Михайлина Рая.