Oh, disturbed the soul with memories about music lessons... %)
In the early 1990s, music teachers were frequently changed in school. Literally every month or two. And from these lessons in the memory remained the same endless attempts to force the class to sing a song harmoniously and beautifully, chanting the gamma and guessing the notes. Specifically, the note was offered to be heard, but since the bear danced in my ears, I pretended the position of the teacher's hands and tried to guess what the note sounded. Sometimes it is %)))
And one day, instead of another Turgenev girl, a man aged "over 30" came to the role of a music teacher. And then he showed us what music lessons could be... First, a synthesizer appeared next to the piano. And thanks to the play on it, the teacher made even the most boring songs more interesting (for us). Secondly, even the classical music this man served so that all of our shake-lake (how many we had? Apparently, 11-12 years old, she sat quietly and listened with interest.
The lesson was especially remembered when the windows were shut down in the classroom, the light was extinguished, the teacher turned on the projector, and the image of the Sistine Madonna appeared on the screen above the board. The teacher told us about this painting, and also told us about church music and mentioned that when it sounds “I don’t remember what” musical work, the Madonna on the canvas “goes” to the viewer. He asked us to listen and see. and enabled music. We all, holding our breath, listened and looked, trying to capture the movement of Madonna. Even our boys sat quietly, which was unnatural to them :-). In general, we convinced ourselves that we saw Madonna going %)
Unfortunately, this teacher did not last long. But that lesson struck my memory hard. I was especially able to appreciate him when, as an adult, I realized what a brilliant move he came up with, so that whispering schoolchildren at least tried to hear the classics.