Why does a person serve his country? What does it mean to “serve the country” now? Fitness training

The song "Where does the Motherland begin?" (words by M. Matusovsky, music by V. Basner).

Guys, what is the Motherland? (Children answer.)

(The word is attached to the board motherland.)

motherland- this is the territory where a person was born, the environment in which he grew up, lives and is brought up. Conventionally, a large and a small Motherland are distinguished. Under the great Motherland they mean the country where a person grew up, lives and which has become dear and close to him.

What is the name of our great Motherland? (The word is attached to the board Russia.)

Student:

You are in everyone's heart
Homeland - Russia,
White birches, golden spike.
There is no you more at ease
You are not prettier...
There is no other in the world
Such a motherland!

The song “Why do birch trees make such a noise in Russia?” (Group "Lube").

The Small Motherland is the place of birth and formation of a person as a person. What is the name of our small homeland? (The word is attached to the board Mariinsk.)

Pupils read the poem "Mariinsk" by Viktor Bayanov.

The blue air is ripped up with horns,
The wagons rumble on the run...
And here is a multi-storey city
On the left bank of the Kiysky.
Not destroyed by fire and time
He is in his youth,
Though his first house was cut down
Still, probably, under Peter.
As from granite, the right word,
At dawn, smoking chimneys,
Sit down thickly, kondovo
From brown larches at home.
And, like bread-growers in the sky,
Light, light on those houses
Skates are carved and valances,
Yes, lace shutters.
And this wooden fairy tale,
Flying to us through the years,
An accidental traveler, whether an invited guest -
You will never forget...
motherland
Russia
Mariinsk.

What region is the city of Mariinsk in? In 2008, the Kemerovo Region celebrated its 65th anniversary since its founding.

A. Tvardovsky wrote: “This small Motherland with its own appearance, with its own, albeit modest and unpretentious, childish soul, and over the years from that separate and small Motherland, it comes to that big Motherland that embraces all the small ones and - in the great whole - one for all."

Conscious love for the motherland arises in every person at one time. One thing is certain: with the first sip of mother's milk, love for the Fatherland begins to awaken. In the beginning, this happens like a plant reaches for the sun, and a child reaches for its father and mother. Growing up, he begins to feel affection for friends, for his native street, village, city. And only growing up, gaining experience and knowledge, he gradually realizes the greatest truth - that he belongs to the Motherland, is responsible for it. This is how a patriotic citizen is born.

Guys, how do you understand the proverb "To live - to serve the Motherland!"?

Much can native land! It can feed you with warm and tasty bread, give you spring water to drink, delight with its beauty, but it cannot protect itself. Therefore, the defense of the Fatherland, native land is the duty of those who eat bread, drink its water, admire its beauty. People at different times have performed and are performing feats in the name of love for their Motherland, in the name of love for their people.

Guys, what is a feat? (Children answer.)

A feat means - in a great disinterested impulse of the soul, a person gives himself to people, in the name of people he sacrifices everything, even his own life.

Student:

There was a war, there was a war
Silence over the battlefield.
But across the country, in silence
There are legends about the war.

During the war, all the people stood up to defend their homeland. People did not speak big words about patriotic education and love for the Motherland, they were not afraid and showed restraint, performed feats. Among these heroes were our countrymen, whom I will now tell you about.

(The teacher shows a portrait of Vera Voloshina.)

Novels, essays, poems and songs have been written about Vera Voloshina. A ship, streets and schools are named after her. In the year of the 20th anniversary of the Victory, she was posthumously awarded the Order of the Patriotic War, 1st degree. On the eve of her 50th birthday, in 1994, she was awarded the title of Hero of the Russian Federation.
Vera was born in Kemerovo. She studied at the 12th school, went in for sports, was a ringleader and everyone's favorite. One of the first Vera rushed to Moscow. She entered the Central Institute of Physical Education, but her health let her down. Gathering her strength, she enters the Institute of Soviet Cooperative Trade. The war knocked everyone out of their usual rut.
Vera, like all Komsomol members, left Moscow for the whole summer on a special assignment: to make fortifications. Everyone tried to work as hard as possible. Sundays were organized every Sunday. The money they earned was given to the Defense Fund. Vera Voloshina also became a donor. And on October 15, 1941, she told her family that she was already at the front.
On October 21, Vera went on her first mission. The group returned only on 6 November. Behind - dozens of kilometers traveled through forests and swamps. On November 21, Vera, the Komsomol organizer of the group, again crossed the front line with her comrades. In parallel, the group of Boris Krainov moved. There was heavy shelling. It was ordered to lie down. Boris Krainov and Vera Voloshina went forward together with army scouts. Then Vera returned, there was dead silence, and she ordered to follow her. Then again the group rests, the head reconnaissance goes forward, returns and leads the group along. The group was then split in two. In one of the runs, Vera came under cross fire. The Germans seized her seriously wounded and took her to the Golovkovo state farm. On the same day, Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya also fell into their hands. They were interrogated, brutally tortured, taking out all the anger for those failures that, despite temporary success, suffered near Moscow. They wanted to turn the local population against the scouts. The partisans, the Germans assured, were not only our enemies, but also yours.
Vera and Zoya died on the same day. November 29 on Saturday. The posthumous fate of Vera developed dramatically. She was considered missing for many years. But in 1957, an article appeared in Komsomolskaya Pravda, “She fought next to Zoya.” Moscow journalist Georgy Frolov has since collected all the materials about Vera. And only in 1957 he managed to find out how Vera died, to find her grave. He wrote a documentary about this search.

(I am attaching a photo of the monument to the Soviet liberator soldier in Treptow Park in Berlin on the board.)

In Berlin's Treptow Park, on a high pedestal, there is a monument: a Soviet soldier holds a sword in one hand, and with the other carefully presses the German girl he saved to his chest. Sculptor E.V. Vuchetich embodied in this monument the feat of the Soviet soldiers who liberated the world from fascism.
The soldier from Treptower Park is known all over the world. But not everyone knows that the bronze warrior has a specific prototype. In 1965 Marshal of the Soviet Union V.I. Chuikov named the name of the soldier whose image is depicted in the monument: Guards senior sergeant, denominator of the 220th Guards Regiment Nikolai Ivanovich Masalov.
N.I. Masalov was born and raised in the village of Tyazhinskoye, Kemerovo Region, from there he went to the front. He went through a difficult military path. In the summer of 1943, N.I. Masalov became a squad leader, and before the Vistula-Oder operation he was appointed regimental denominator. Physically strong, quick-witted and quick, Guards Sergeant Nikolai Masalov carried the guards banner to the Oder, walked with him until the assault on the Seelow Heights. He brought it to Berlin.
An hour before the start of the assault on the Berlin Tiergarten region, the regiment took up a position at the Landwehr Canal. Suddenly, in the tense, as if pre-stormy silence, a child's voice was heard, calling in desperation:
- Mutty, Mutty!
“Mother is calling…” one of the soldiers said.
- This is under the bridge, - the political officer heard the hoarse voice of Masalov.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, under the bridge, - Nikolay repeated, - I know approximately where. Allow me?
After a moment's hesitation, the major ordered:
- Go!
Ahead was a deserted area, which was shot from the right and left, under the mounds and cracks in the asphalt there could be mines. Masalov crawled slowly. He crossed the square, took cover behind a ledge of concrete barrier along the canal, froze. Gathering his strength, Nikolai quickly climbed over the barrier. On the right, a German heavy machine gun fired in short aimed bursts, a second, a third. To Masalov's comrades, seconds seemed like hours. Then the machine guns fell silent, and the child was not heard. Is it all in vain?
The machine gunners stopped firing, losing sight of Masalov. He managed to hide under the bridge over the canal, where the crying was heard. Nikolai saw a dead young woman, next to her lay a bundle of clothes. From the wounds on her back, Masalov realized what had happened. Apparently, the woman fled from the fascist lair, and the SS men shot her in the back. A crying girl of three years old, in a white dress with polka dots, clung to her murdered mother. Masalov took her in his arms, she immediately fell silent.
For ten minutes the soldiers waited for Masalov. Then several of them, without saying a word, prepared to throw - to help Nikolai. And then they heard his voice:
- I'm with the baby! Cover with fire. Machine gun on the right on the balcony of the house with columns.
Just at that moment, the commander of the artillery, General Pozharsky, gave the command:
- Fire!
Art preparations have begun. Nikolai Masalov straightened up and, clearly typing a step, walked through the square with the girl in his arms.
It seemed that the whole front was saluting the feat of the Russian soldier.
A few weeks later, the sculptor E.V. Vuchetich came to the regiment and immediately sought out Masalov. Made a few sketches of it.

The people performed feats not only in wartime, but also in peacetime. There are many professions in which people very often risk their lives to save others or just help people.

Student:

There are so many professions
And so they are different.
And they are all useful
And they are all excellent.

30-year-old Alexander Kotov, an ensign of the militia of a separate battalion of the PPS of Novokuznetsk, was driving from his shift with his colleagues at about two in the morning and saw a glow on a nearby street. A house was on fire on Gorbunovskaya Street. The canopy, the roof were already blazing with might and main, inside the smoke was a continuous veil, and there was not a soul around the people ...
A dense curtain of smoke made it impossible to see if anyone was alive inside. The front door was on fire and the guys decided to break the window to make sure the house was empty. And although the police knew that this could not be done, so that the fire would not flare up more strongly, they nevertheless took the risk. Listened to the sounds in the room. Alexander Kotov decided that there might be a person there. Climbing inside was very scary, because he himself could suffocate or the burning roof could collapse, and he has a wife and a five-year-old son.
Meanwhile, the partners - foreman Yuri Anishchenko and senior sergeant Yuri Klimchuk - called firefighters and an ambulance. And they drove the patrol car off the narrow street. Alexander climbed into the house through broken glass. He grabbed a rag from the table and wrapped it around his face. And then, covering himself with a table on top, in case of a collapse, he began to crawl around the room in search of the owner. The heat was very strong, and the smoke was so thick that he did not have enough air even for 2-3 minutes, he had to return to the window. Only from the seventh run did he find his leg, grabbed the peasant in his arms, like a child, and ran to the window. And the guys, firefighters and doctors were waiting there ...

In what other professions do people perform feats? (I draw attention to the illustrations on the board.)

A person works, bringing benefit to his people, his Motherland. Performs labor feats.

The student recites a poem by V. Lifshitz "Labor".

The table you are sitting at
The bed you sleep in
Notebook, boots, a pair of skis,
Plate, fork, spoon, knife,
And every nail
And every house
And every slice of bread
All this is created by labor,
It didn't fall from the sky!
For everything that is created for us,
We are grateful to people
The time will come, the time will come -
And we will work.

The history of each family and the history of the country are inseparable. They are connected not only by sad heroic events, they are connected every day of life.

(I draw the attention of the children to the photo of these families.)

Two families from our Kemerovo region visited the Kremlin this year for the presidential reception. This is a dynasty of miners from Prokopevsky and a family of machine operators from the Krapivinsky districts. Anatoly Ivanov has been working as a sinker since 1979, for his conscientious work he was awarded the Miner's Glory badge of the 2nd and 3rd degrees. Following their father, all the children in the family went to the mining industry: the younger guys are still studying, and the older sons are already working in the mines.

The Parushkin family are machine operators. The head of the family, Yury, again became the leader of the region during the last harvest, threshing 27 thousand tons of grain. His wife Natalia also works in the industry. Some of the sons of Yuri and Natalia Parushkin tried to follow in the footsteps of their parents, but the eight-year-old son Maxim surprised everyone, who this summer worked on an equal basis with adults and threshed 100 tons of grain. Take another look at the photographs of people who have performed and are performing feats. They wanted us to live in peace, tranquility and prosperity.

Let's all say a big big word to them together... Thanks!

Svetlana Lapteva

Target: education of love for the motherland.

Tasks:

1. Continue to acquaint children with their native country, flag, emblem, public holiday on February 23;

2. To form children's ideas about heroes, defenders of the Fatherland, about their exploits; enrich the active vocabulary of children with adjectives (brave, brave, fearless) and nouns (feat, hero, veteran);

3. To cultivate friendly relations between children, love and respect for elders.

Materials used: cards with the words hero, Motherland, Russia, feat; map of Russia, image of the flag and coat of arms of Russia; a letter from the front; star.

Lesson progress

Organizing time: reading a poem by V. Stepanov "What do we call the Motherland?"

What do we call motherland?

The house where we live

And the birches along which

We are walking next to my mother.

What do we call motherland?

A field with a thin spikelet,

Our holidays and songs

Warm evening outside.

What do we call motherland?

All that is in our hearts

And under blue sky

Russian flag over the Kremlin.

Educator: What is Motherland? (a card with the word Motherland is posted on the board) - children's answers

Educator: The motherland-country where we live is called Russia in another way (a card with the word Russia is posted on the board).

Russia is a great, powerful country. A strong and multinational people lives in Russia. Among the inhabitants of our country there were and are many real heroes. Poems and songs are composed about them (a card with the word hero is posted on the board). Who do you think a hero is? (children's answers)

These people are the real defenders of our people and our Motherland.

Educator: guys, you and I received a letter from a veteran of the Great Patriotic War, let's read it with you (reading V. Stepanov's poem "The Veteran's Tale")

I guys are at war

Went into battle, burned in the fire.

Frozen in the trenches near Moscow,

But, as you can see, it's alive.

Didn't have a right guys

I freeze in the snow

Drown on crossings

Give your home to the enemy.

I had to come to my mother,

Grow bread, mow grass.

On Victory Day with you

See the sky blue.

Remember all who in a bitter hour

He himself died, but saved the earth ...

I am speaking today

Here's what guys are about:

We must protect the motherland

Holy as a soldier!

(a card with the word feat is posted on the board)

Educator: what is a feat? (children's answers)

What do you think, what kind of people, and what feats do they perform at the present time (children's answers)

Fizkultminutka "What should be the hero?" the children stand in a circle and, passing the star in a circle, name the qualities that a hero should possess.

Educator: all your dads and grandfathers defended their homeland, and you children are also already defenders of your homeland. And you know, in order to win the battle with the enemy, the soldiers must be friendly. There is even such a proverb "One in the field is not a warrior." How do you understand it? (children's answers)

So you and I must be friendly, kind, caring towards each other, towards others, and most importantly towards our mother, we must behave well, help, protect our mothers and girls.

Conclusion

Educator: We have a holiday in Russia - Defender of the Fatherland Day. This holiday is primarily a military holiday, but along with this holiday of all men who are ready to defend their homeland and their loved ones at any moment. What date do we celebrate it? (children's answers)

And now let each of you draw a hero or a defender of the Motherland.

(children draw pictures depicting the military, doctors, policemen, firefighters, heroes)

The writing

Heroism, courage, patriotism, self-sacrifice - these concepts arise in the history of a country when a war falls on it, some kind of general national disaster.
But even in peacetime, without the manifestation of these human qualities, it is impossible to become a real man.
I really like these poetic lines of Mikhail Lobov:
To become a man, it is not enough for them to be born. To become iron, it is not enough to be ore.
You must melt. crash.
And, like ore, sacrifice yourself...
In my opinion, service in the army makes a real man out of a young man, when military discipline tightens up, physical exercises and training harden, the constant shoulder of a friend teaches responsiveness, understanding. True, in recent decades, the authority of the army has fallen, this is because moral values in society have been shaken. Human decency, fidelity to a given word, self-sacrifice of others became out of fashion, and they were replaced by other values - practicality, greed, selfishness, selfishness. So I want to shout; “Hey people. Let's think very seriously, what is it like to live on earth? If every young man will "dodge" the army, who will protect the country from the same terrorists?
Imagine if our grandfathers and great-grandfathers all deserted during the Great Patriotic War, what would happen to the country, to all of us? Would fascism give a chance for the life of our Russia, for subsequent generations?
Of course not!
When I was writing this essay, I turned to my father, a participant in the Afghan war, for help. Here's what he told me.
What is an army? In my opinion, the army is where real men grow from yesterday's boys and become courageous, strong, able to stand up for themselves and protect relatives and family. Every father should prepare his son for this difficult but courageous stage in the life of a young man. If you do not join the army, then you will not grow up as a defender of the Fatherland, there will be no discipline in life and that life experience gained in the army. But in our time, not many young people are eager to join the army, since now there is “hazing” in the army, when seniors in rank begin to mock, beat and try to make them their puppets. Because of this, not men sometimes come from the army, but disabled people, for whom life becomes a difficult test and they end it with suicide, but our government is trying to fight this disaster in the ranks of the Russian army.
I listened carefully to my father. I remember how he told me about himself earlier.
My father also served at the beginning of the draft at the age of 18, and then, after serving his military service, he went on a contract to serve in Afghanistan.
Afghanistan is the southern neighbor of the former Soviet Union, an independent state in southwestern Asia.
In 1979, a war took place in the DRA on the basis of a change of power. Some were against it, and some were for it, and between the "for" and "against" there was a conflict that led to many victims. Many fled from the country to neighboring states: Pakistan, to Iran, to the USSR, from the territory of Pakistan, back to Afghanistan, they transferred mercenaries and volunteers from among the refugees, it was they who commanded actions against the inhabitants who remained on the territory of the DRA. At the numerous requests of the Afghan people, assistance was provided by the USSR, and in December 1979, our troops were brought into the territory of Afghanistan,
to help a friendly state. My father served from 1986 to 1987, was awarded the medal "For Courage" and the medal "Warrior - Internationalist from the grateful Afghan people." Another verse has been written about this war:
We are wounded by Afghanistan Poisoned by its mist
We have sprayed in our homes
The simple horrors of war.
Outlandish and terrible wars. Indistinct, like a duta dushman. Immeasurable grief and war The work of the Black Tulip.

What will heal these wounds -
What a story, what dreams?
Many of our guys gave their lives for the lives of civilians. Viktor Verstakov, a participant in the fighting on Afghan soil, said very honestly and accurately:
I will remember the cold of battle at dawn. Hot fights in damp gorges
Children will be remembered, Afghan children,
Children first. Fights - second, For the sake of children on gangster bullets
You got up, did not protect yourself,
For the sake of the children, having healed in Kabul,
The savings were carried to the regiment with a dry drink ...
Many guys went to this war, not only from all over the USSR, but I am from our Kurgan region. Someone returned alive and healthy, and some were brought in zinc coffins, cargo-200. The war went on for 10 years. In 1989, the last Soviet soldier left the Democratic Republic of Afghanistan.
Gray marble slabs.
They lie in Russian cemeteries.
And photographs are poured into them
Quite young guys.
They stroke the world openly
Beams of morning dawn.
And only sadness at home is hidden
In the eyes of the soldiers for the time being
Nevertheless, in my opinion, it is the army for a young man that is a school that prepares him for courage and courage, honor and dignity, so that he can stand up for himself and his neighbor, so that he can defend his homeland when needed.
The nature of war is unnatural, forcing people to twist each other, but let's show in an unstable world that a strong army is needed by an arable country.

Having recently heard the news about the beginning of military conscription, I seriously thought about what it means for the younger generation now to “serve the Fatherland”? Does this imply the fulfillment of one's "honorary duty" in the form of military service? Or now young people do not have such a concept at all - "serve the Fatherland"? And if so, how do they imagine this ministry?

Of course, the majority did not want to serve in the army even in Soviet times - they excused themselves as best they could. At one time, entering a university was an outlet - students were not called up. Then, however, this "freebie" ended for a while - they began to take everyone, although not for long. I just got into that period when they called indiscriminately. And from the first days I felt that the practice of the former preferential treatment of students in many cases played a bad joke - the “grandfathers” treated the spring recruitment and the conscripts from universities in general extremely harshly, the principle of social stratification worked here - those who could not enter the institute , tried in the army to recoup those who were suddenly drafted from the institute into the army. I quite well remember contemptuous statements like "show, higher education, how to properly clean glasses in the toilet."

It was difficult to prove one's right to life, but it was possible, although not for everyone. I also had a hard time, I earned more than a dozen scars on my skin. But just a couple of years after demobilization, I could say (and I still say): military service is the best school in life, although it is very tough. And the main hardships are not at all in some hazing, the most difficult thing is psychological communication with a diverse team, with representatives of different social, age and national groups. This is a unique experience that cannot be acquired in other conditions. Here you can not be vile, greedy, cowardly and corrupt. Here you need to fight - not for survival, as it may seem at first, but for yourself - in order to become better than you are.

I never liked and now don't like "khaki brains". But after graduating from the university, I agreed to go to serve - though in a different incarnation, without drill and drill, but with all the same discipline and with even greater responsibility. I served and continue, being already a civilian, TO SERVE THE FATHERLAND.

You don't have to be a soldier to serve your Fatherland. It is enough just to love your country. Anticipating the smirks of a certain part of the readers, I’ll say right away that, in my opinion, serving the Fatherland is trying to make it better. To serve the Fatherland is to serve its people (that is, to oneself). This does not mean at all to curry favor with the authorities - it is there, at the top, and the people are here, around. I don't want to wait until the authorities get around to solving the problems of my city, street, home, family. I do not want, hiding my eyes, to pass by those who need help - here and now. If it is in my power to help someone - I must do it, because by doing this I am not just helping another, and not even just helping myself to feel like a person - I may be helping someone else to move from the dead point and follow my example (at least I really hope so).

This, in my understanding, is the service to the Fatherland of an ordinary citizen. But in the same way, if necessary, I am ready to stand “under the gun” and defend my Fatherland - fortunately, I know how to do this from the age of 18. And what can a generation that has been brought up in contempt for its country and its defenders know and what can it defend? However, in this matter the most important word is “educated”, because we brought up ourselves. As you call the yacht, so it will float. The only good thing is that not everyone is the same.

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