Literary and musical composition "Victory Day". Scenario of literary and musical composition for Victory Day for schoolchildren
State Budgetary Educational Institution of the Department of Culture of Moscow "Theatrical Artistic and Technical College"
Literature teacher I.L. VLASOVA
It has long become a tradition in our college to hold a historical and literary lesson in the form of an almanac on Victory Day. Flipping through the pages of the almanac, we seem to be flipping through the pages of our memory. That's why we called our almanac a line from the famous poem by David Samoilov "Going through our dates ..." This year we prepared a literary and musical composition "I do not participate in the war - the war participates in me" for the 70th anniversary of the Great Victory.
Scenario of the Musical and Literary Composition
“I don’t participate in the war - the war participates in me”
(Yu. Levitansky)
1. Loud metronome sound (a few seconds), then the words of the epigraph float on the screen. For a couple of seconds, they freeze in complete silence. After that, to the melody from the movie “It Was the Month of May” (dir. M. Khutsiev), military photographs begin to float - the faces of soldiers, a chronicle of the war years.
After that, the student reads D. Samoilov's poem " Forties, fatal " (Appendix №1)
2. Then a song sounds to the words of B. Okudzhava "Goodbye, boys." We have a student doing it wonderfully. (It was for the performance of this song that our Irochka Sargsyan, now a 4th year student, took second place at the Altar of the Fatherland festival in 2013)
3. On the screen - a chronicle of the beginning of the war (the bombing of our cities, battles, German soldiers marching in a businesslike manner through the streets of our cities, etc.) After this film fragment, the student reads a poem by Y. Levitansky " So what if I was there» ( Appendix №2)
4. The song sounds on the verses of A. Kovalenkov "The sun hid behind the mountain"(instead of it, you can take the song “Today I will get up before dawn”). We have this song performed by the ensemble "Dobro".
Immediately after that, a fragment from the film “The Dawns Here Are Quiet…” is shown on the screen, dir. S. Rostotsky (in the red fog - the faces of all the girls, then the battle scene, then again the faces of the girls)
6. The song "Waltz of the Frontline Nurse" (composer D. Tukhmanov, lyrics by V. Kharitonov). Our student sang it very soulfully.
After the poem, a fragment from the film “Wait for me” is shown on the screen (final, the heroine sings her favorite song, falls asleep; waking up, she sees her husband: “How long you were gone!”)
8. Poem by K. Simonov "Open letter" (application number 5).
Since this poem and some others (poems by Levitansky, Simonov, Tvardovsky) are large in volume, their abridged versions were made.
Fragment "Half an hour before the attack" by V. Vysotsky. (There is a wonderful clip, it uses newsreels from the time of the war, from the film "The Ballad of a Soldier" with the wonderful V. Ivashov and Zh. Prokhorenko. We downloaded it from Youtube.com)
9. Then the student reads a poem by S. Orlov “For two weeks the mail was looking for”
10. Song from the film "Belorussky Station" (dir. A. Smirnov). You can use a fragment from the film, where it is amazingly performed by Nina Urgant. We had a student singing.
11. Poem by N. Starshinov "Rocket Green Lights" (application number 6)
12. On the screen there are frames from the film “The Cranes Are Flying” (the death of Boris, where is the question of a friend: “Are you injured?” He whispers: “I am not injured, I am killed”)
13. Song "At a nameless height" (music by V. Basner, lyrics by M. Matusovsky). This is a song from the movie "Silence" dir. V. Basov. In our composition, it was performed by the Dobro ensemble, you can take a fragment from the film (as is the case with the song from Belorussky Station)
14. Again a few seconds of silence. An inscription appears on the screen from the depths: “Dedicated to our fathers and grandfathers. From the family archives of our teachers. Simultaneously with the first slide of the presentation, a song from the movie “Officers” (“At the heroes of bygone times ...”) begins to sound. Slowly float war photos with inscriptions explaining whose fathers and grandfathers are depicted in them. The photographs are located against the background of collages of orders and medals. We tried to make it so that the beginning and end of the presentation perfectly coincided with the beginning and end of the song.
15. After a few seconds of silence, chronicles of victory appear on the screen (hoisting the Banner of Victory at the Reichstag, etc.). The sounds of the chronicle are very quiet so as not to drown out the voice behind the screen, reading a fragment of A. Tvardovsky's poem «» ). It is desirable that this time the text and the image on the screen coincide in time. ( application number 7)
16. After that, a few seconds of silence, then a loud metronome sound (no more than 5 - 7 beats). Then the frames with the image of the monuments to the Unknown Warriors (in Treptow Park, in Budapest, Brest, Stalingrad, "Tomb of the Unknown Soldier", memorials in Buchenwald, Khatyn, etc.) float on the screen. Simultaneously with the first frame, V.-A. Mozart.
17. After that, the student reads a poem by A. Tvardovsky "I know it's not my fault" (application number 8)
18. The song "Cranes" to the verses of R. Gamzatov completes the composition. Our student performed it. In the background was the film "Cranes", prepared by our students from the department of "Animation" especially for this composition. In the film, stunning military photographs alternate with a crane wedge, cartoon cranes, and so on. (You can find suitable clips all on the same www.youtube.com)
Applications
Application No. 1
David Samoilov.
forties, fatal,
military and frontline
Where are the funeral notices
And echelon interchanges.
Rolled rails hum.
Spacious. Cold. High.
And fire victims, fire victims
Wandering from west to east...
And this is me at the station
In your dirty earflap,
Where the asterisk is not authorized,
And cut out of a can.
Yes, this is me in the world,
Skinny, funny and playful.
And I have tobacco in a pouch,
And I have a mouthpiece.
And I'm joking with the girl
And I'm lame more than necessary
And I break the solder in two,
And I understand everything.
How it was! How did it coincide?
War, trouble, dream and youth!
And it all sunk into me
And only then I woke up! ..
forties, fatal,
Lead, gunpowder...
War walks in Russia,
And we are so young!
Application №2
Yuri Levitansky
I was a long time ago, I forgot everything.
I don't remember the days, I don't remember the dates
Nor those forced rivers.
I am an unidentified soldier
I am an ordinary, I am a name.
I'm short of a well-aimed bullet,
I'm bloody ice in January.
I am firmly soldered into this ice,
I'm in it like a fly in amber.
So what if I was there?
I got rid of everything, I forgot everything.
I don't remember dates, I don't remember days
I can't remember the names.
I am the tramp of driven horses,
I am a hoarse cry on the run,
I am the moment of an unlived day,
I'm a long range fight
I am the flame of eternal fire
And the flame of the shell in the dugout.
Well, since I was there
In that formidable to be or not to be?
I almost forgot all about it.
I want to forget all this.
I do not participate in the war -
She participates in me.
And the gleam of the Eternal Flame
Trembling on my cheekbones.
I can't be excluded
From these years, from that war,
Can't heal me anymore
From those snows, from that winter.
Together - and with that land, and with that winter
Can't tear me apart
Until those snows, where you already
My footprints are indistinguishable.
So what if I was there
Application №3
Robert Rozhdestvensky
How to see through the days
trace is unclear?
I want to close to my heart
this trail...
On battery
were entirely
girls.
And the eldest was
eighteen years.
Dashing bangs
over a cunning squint,
bravura contempt for war...
That morning
tanks came out
straight to Khimki.
The very ones.
With crosses on the armor.
And the eldest
really getting old
as if shielding from a nightmare with a hand,
commanded subtly:
- Battery-ah-ah!
(Oh mommy!
Oh dear!..)
Fire! -
AND -
volley!
And here they
voted,
girls.
They whined to their heart's content.
Ostensibly
all the woman's pain
Russia
in these girls
suddenly called back.
The sky swirled
snowy,
pockmarked.
There was a wind
piping hot.
epic cry
hung over the battlefield
he was more audible than the breaks,
this cry!
Him -
lingering -
the earth listened
stopping at the edge of death.
- Oh, mommy!
- Oh, I'm scared!
- Oh, mom! .. -
And again:
- Battery-ah-ah! -
And already
in front of them
in the middle of the globe
to the left of the nameless mound
burned
unbelievably hot
four black
tank fires.
Echoed over the fields
the battle bled slowly ...
Anti-aircraft gunners shouted
and they shot
smearing tears down her cheeks.
And they fell.
And they got up again.
For the first time protecting in reality
and your honor
(literally!).
And the Motherland.
And mom.
And Moscow.
Spring spring branches.
Solemnity
wedding table.
Unheard:
"You are mine - forever! .."
Unsaid:
"Iwaited for you…"
And my husband's lips.
And his palms.
funny mumbling
in a dream.
And then to scream
in maternity
home:
“Oh, mommy!
Oh, mom, I'm scared!!"
And a swallow.
And the rain over the Arbat.
And feeling
complete silence...
... It came to them after.
At forty-five.
Of course, to those
who has come
from the war.
Application No. 4
Konstantin Simonov
Wait for me and I will come back.
Just wait a lot
Wait for sadness
yellow rain,
Wait for the snow to come
Wait when it's hot
Wait when others are not expected
Forgetting yesterday.
Wait when from distant places
Letters will not come
Wait until you get bored
To all who are waiting together.
Wait for me and I will come back,
don't wish well
To everyone who knows by heart
It's time to forget.
Let the son and mother believe
That there is no me
Let friends get tired of waiting
They sit by the fire
Drink bitter wine
For the soul...
Wait. And along with them
Don't rush to drink.
Wait for me and I will come back,
All deaths out of spite.
Who did not wait for me, let him
He will say: - Lucky.
Do not understand those who did not wait for them,
Like in the middle of a fire
Waiting for your
You saved me
How I survived, we will know
Only you and I -
You just knew how to wait
Like no one else.
Application No. 5
Konstantin Simonov
I have to inform you
What did not reach the addressee
Letter to put in the box
You were never ashamed.
Your husband did not receive a letter,
He was not wounded by a vulgar word,
Didn't flinch, didn't go crazy
Didn't curse everything that was in the past.
When he raised the fighters
On the attack at the ruins of the station,
The stupid rudeness of your words
Luckily, he didn't get hurt.
When he walked heavily
Pulling the wound with a bloody rag,
The letter from you still went,
Luckily, it was still early.
When he fell on the stones
And death took my breath away
He still hasn't received
Fortunately, your message.
I can inform you about
What, wrapped in raincoats,
We are in the city square at night
He was buried after the fight.
There is a star made of tin there
And next to the poplar - for signs ...
However, I forgot that you
It probably doesn't matter.
The letter was brought to us in the morning ...
Him, after the death of the addressee,
Between ourselves we read aloud -
Forgive us soldiers.
Maybe memory is short
You. By common desire,
On behalf of the entire regiment
I will remind you of the content.
You wrote that it's been a year
How do you know your new husband?
And the old one, if he comes,
You won't need it anyway.
That you don't know trouble
Live well. And by the way,
Now you don't need
Not in the lieutenant's certificate.
So that he does not expect letters from you
And I wouldn't bother you again...
That's right: "didn't bother" ...
You were looking for words more painfully.
And that's all. And nothing more.
We counted them patiently
All those words that are for him
In separation, you found an hour in your soul.
"Don't bother." "Husband". "Certificate"...
Where did you lose your soul?
After all, he was a soldier, a soldier!
After all, we died for you.
I don't want to be the judge
Not everyone wins separation
Not everyone is able to love forever, -
Unfortunately, everything happens in life.
Well, let's not love
Let him no longer need you
May you live with someone else
God is with him, whether with her husband, not with her husband.
But the soldier is not to blame
The fact that he does not know the holidays,
That for the third year in a row,
Protecting you, bothers you.
Well, you couldn't write
Let bitter words, but noble.
They were not found in my soul -
So they would take it anywhere.
And your ex-husband - he was killed.
Everything is fine. Live with the new.
The dead will not offend you
The letter has long been an unnecessary word.
Live without fear of guilt
He won't write, won't answer
And return to the city from the war,
He will not meet you arm in arm with another.
Just one more thing to forgive
You'll have it - for what,
Probably for a month to bring
You will also receive mail.
There's nothing to be done here
A letter is slower than a bullet.
Letters will come to you in September,
And he was killed back in July.
Every line is about you
You are right, this is unpleasant -
So I'm on behalf of the regiment
I take back his words.
Please accept from us
Our contempt at parting.
not respecting you
The late brother-soldiers.
On behalf of the officers of the regiment
K. Simonov
Application No. 6
Sergei Orlov
For two weeks the mail was looking for
Four-digit PPP number,
And the postman delivered on a dark night
A postcard to the company, to the burnt forest.
But the addressee died at the crossing,
And the company clerk wrote in the corner:
"Return for the impossibility of delivering" -
And the postman went off into the darkness of the night.
She is finally back...
The same clerk in the forest dugout:
"Impossible to deliver to the addressee" -
Noted silently on the corner by another.
Then he thought: “It’s only an hour before he is killed,”
I ran through the lines with my eyes and stood up:
Everything was as it should be in a postcard, -
The dead wrote about life to the dead.
Application No. 6
Nikolai Starshinov
Rocket green lights
They slashed at pale faces.
Lower your head
And don't get under the bullets like crazy.
Order: "Forward!"
Team: Get up!
I'm waking up my friend again.
And someone called his own mother,
And someone remembered - someone else's.
When, breaking oblivion,
The guns were screaming
No one shouted: "For Russia! .."
And they went and died
For her.
Application No. 7
Alexander Tvardovsky
The day the war ended
A special moment for our souls.
We walked the road of war with them
Their harsh glory is illuminated,
Filled with majesty and sorrow,
The day the war ended
And all the trunks fired at the expense of the salute,
At that hour there was one at the celebration
A special moment for our souls.
At the end of the road, in the far side,
Under the thunder of firing, we said goodbye for the first time
With all those who died in the war,
How the living say goodbye to the dead.
Until then, in the depths of my soul
We didn't say goodbye so irrevocably.
We were with them, as it were, on an equal footing,
And only a registration sheet separated us.
We walked the road of war with them
In a single military brotherhood before the deadline,
Their harsh glory is illuminated,
From their fate is always close.
And only here, in this special moment,
Filled with majesty and sorrow,
We separated forever from them:
These volleys separated us from them ...
Application No. 8
Alexander Tvardovsky
I know it's not my fault
The fact that others did not come from the war,
The fact that they are - who is older, who is younger -
Stayed there, and it's not about the same thing,
That I could, but could not save, -
It's not about that, but still, still, still...
Ignatova N.A
MBOU secondary school No. 20
"Kneel before the memory of the fallen":
script of literary and musical composition for the Victory Day
The song "And the sunsets are scarlet, scarlet" performed by a vocal group sounds
Presenter 1
June 1941, earlier Sunday morning... The country slept in a calm, peaceful sleep, when the first volley of fascist artillery thundered over the Brest Fortress. The border guards saw a bright flash in the still dark western edge of the sky and heard a terrible growing whistle. In the next moment, the rumble of hundreds of exploding shells and mines shook the ground. Many died for the first time seconds, not having time to recover and realize what was happening around.
Video clip summary "Informburo",
Video clip "Holy War"
Lead 2
In the first days of the war, the harsh song of Lebedev - Kumach sounded, which would become the main one. They will listen to it standing, as they listen to the anthem. For Soviet people, the words of the song will sound like a call: -
Get up, the country is huge
Get up for the death fight
With dark fascist power
With the damned horde.
Millions of sons and daughters will go with her to the front, to defend their homeland.
Presenter 1
On June 22, 1941, the war unceremoniously invaded the peaceful life of people. It was the most bloody and brutal war, which lasted 1418 days. 1418 days of unprecedented national feat, hard work... 1418 days of blood and death, pain and bitterness of loss.
Reader 1
Do not count the deaths or the number of attacks,
Fatigue shackled my legs in pounds ...
And, it seems, take one more step,
And fall dead on the road...
The platoon commander wiped his forehead with a cap:
- Deli crackers! Don't drift, people!
A week, no more, still will pass,
And the main force will come here.
Haze fell on the forest like soot...
Well, where is the victory and the hour of reckoning?!
Every bush and trunk
The exhausted soldiers fell asleep...
Oh, to know the fearless fighters of the country,
Deadly tired soldiers of the platoon,
What to expect no help, no silence
Not necessary. And what until the end of the war
Not days, but four huge years.
(E. Asadov)
Lead 2
Difficult days of the summer of 1941... The enemy went on the offensive along the entire length of the border... The enemy was moving to the east. Retreat... Our troops suffered heavy losses...
Reader 2
There was a retreat path soldier bitter,
How bitter is a piece of bread served...
Human souls were burned with grief,
Sailed not in the dawn, but in the glow of the east.
The roar of trucks over a lonely cell
He drove others, but he did not drive us crazy.
Not everyone looked into the eyes
Immortality and history itself.
Shot through helmets went to the bottom,
And the rust has worn out the shutters ...
We died in a swamp near Demyansk,
So that, without aging, the Motherland lived.
We ask you one thing, historian:
Digging through the surviving diaries,
Do not beg for joy or sorrow -
After all, a lie is like nails in boots.
(V. Zhukov)
Presenter 1
Behind Minsk, Smolensk, thousands of cities and villages. The Red Army, retreating, exhausted the enemy's forces, frustrating Hitler's boastful plan of a "blitzkrieg". The Battle of Smolensk lasted almost two months ...
Reader 3
Do you remember, Alyosha, the roads of the Smolensk region,
How endless, evil rains fell,
How weary women carried krinki to us,
Pressing, like children, from the rain to their chest,
How they furtively wiped away the tears,
As after us they whispered: - Lord save you! -
And again they called themselves soldiers,
As it was the old tradition in great Russia.
Measured by tears more often than miles,
There was a path, on the hillocks hiding from the eyes:
Villages, villages, villages with graveyards,
As if all of Russia had converged on them,
As if behind every Russian outskirts,
Protecting the living with the cross of their hands,
Having come together with the whole world, our great-grandfathers pray
For their unbelieving grandchildren in God.
You know, probably, after all, Motherland -
Not a city house, where I lived festively,
And these country roads that grandfathers passed,
With simple crosses of their Russian graves.
I don't know about you, but me with the village
Road melancholy from village to village,
With a widow's tear and a woman's song
For the first time the war on country roads brought.
Do you remember, Alyosha: a hut near Borisov,
For the dead weeping girlish cry,
A gray-haired old woman in a plush cloak,
All in white, as if dressed for death, an old man.
Well, what can we say to them, how could we console them?
But, understanding grief with his woman's instinct,
Do you remember, the old woman said: - Dear,
As long as you go, we'll be waiting for you.
"We'll wait for you!" the pastors told us.
"We'll wait for you!" - said the woods.
You know, Alyosha, at night it seems to me
That their voices follow me.
According to Russian customs, only conflagrations
On Russian soil scattered behind,
Comrades were dying before our eyes
In Russian, tearing the shirt on the chest.
Bullets with you still have mercy on us.
But, believing three times that life is all,
I was still proud of the sweetest,
For the bitter land where I was born
For the fact that I was bequeathed to die on it,
That the Russian mother gave birth to us,
That, seeing us off to battle, a Russian woman
In Russian, she hugged me three times.
(K. Simonov)
Lead 2
In September 1941, the enemy approached the capital. Significant was the contribution of the Siberian regiments and divisions that arrived at the borders near Moscow at the most difficult, decisive moment of the first stage of the war.
These were people of a special warehouse. Accustomed to harsh living conditions, Siberians courageously endured winter cold and snowstorms, were excellent at using weapons, distinguished by good health, dexterity and dexterity.
Presenter 1
From the statements of German veterans of World War II about the role and heroism of Siberians in the battle for Moscow: "A hundred Siberian divisions, specially equipped for war in winter conditions, like a terrible judgment fell on German soldiers, ... freezing from a blizzard and arctic cold."
Siberians defended Moscow, not sparing themselves. More than one and a half million of our countrymen did not return from the Great Patriotic War.
The Red Army, at the cost of great sacrifices, defended Moscow, threw the Nazis back from their beloved city.
Reader 4
The night haze of the spotlight was mowed down,
The sky was burning in strokes of lead.
Not only among the fighters - among the whole of Russia
The edge of defense lay through the hearts.
We went on the attack through the fire and explosions,
Feeling the dawn of Victory barely.
And they died, knowing - we will be alive,
Sacred Moscow would be alive."
(I. Rzhavsky)
Lead 2
The 7th symphony by D. Shostakovich sounds
The pages of the Siege of Leningrad, which lasted 900 long days, are inscribed in the annals of the Great Patriotic War with unfading glory.
In 1941, Hitler launched military operations on the outskirts of Leningrad in order to completely destroy the city. On September 8, 1941, the ring around Leningrad closed. The city has 2.5 million inhabitants.
Severe hunger, cold mowed down people by the thousands. The card system did not save the situation. The daily norm of bread in besieged Leningrad was 125 grams, the inhabitants were dying of exhaustion.
Presenter 1
The hopes of the Reich for panic and chaos among the population did not materialize. The city continued to live and work. In order to somehow help the besieged residents, the “Road of Life” was organized through Ladoga, along which they were able to evacuate part of the population and deliver food.
During the years of the siege of Leningrad, up to 1.5 million people died.
Lead 2
From the memoirs of the composer Dmitry Shostakovich: - “I looked at my beloved city with pain and pride. And he stood, scorched by fires, hardened in battles, having experienced the deep suffering of war, and was even more beautiful in his severe grandeur. How was it not to love this city... not to tell the world about its glory, about the courage of its defenders. Music was my weapon."
Reader 5
Streets, fences, parapets,
Crowds... Crowds... Spire overhead
Northern Lights of Victory
The sky over the Neva lit up.
The thunder of guns, but not the roar of battle.
Faces... Faces... Eye expression.
Happiness... Joy... Experience this
The heart can only be used once.
Glory to you who are in battle
Defended the banks of the Neva.
Leningrad, unaware of defeat,
You have lit up with new light.
Glory to you, great city,
Merged front and rear.
In unprecedented difficulties
Survived. Fought. Won.
(Vera Inber)
Presenter 1
The horrors of war would not have been possible without faith, hope and love. Love warmed the hearts of the veterans, made them fight more fiercely and protect their loved ones, mothers and children. Love helped to survive and stay alive. They fought in the war and continued to live. In the short minutes of respite between battles, the soldiers remembered the house, mother, beloved, wrote letters ...
Fragment from the film "Two Soldiers" (N. Bogoslovsky's song "Dark Night" sounds)
The soldiers fought, and mothers, wives, children, old people were waiting for the return of their heroes.
Lead 2
On October 30, the heroic defense of the Black Sea Fleet - Sevastopol began. The defense of the city lasted 250 days and became a symbol of mass courage and heroism of Soviet soldiers. Every inch of the Sevastopol land is watered with the blood of its heroes.
During the 22 months of occupation in Sevastopol, 27,306 people were shot, burned, drowned in the sea. 45,000 people were driven into fascist Germany, but Sevastopol, captured by the Germans, did not surrender.
Reader 6
Rise from the ashes, Sevastopol,
Hero, glorified forever!
Your every surviving poplar
The Russian man will cherish.
Those stones where Nakhimov stepped,
We have become doubly dear,
When we, washed with our blood,
They were returned to their home country.
Wounded but majestic
You will enter the chronicle of centuries -
The immortal city of our glory,
Shrine of Russian sailors.
And our children to our grandchildren
They will tell in the blue bay,
How proudly you stood guard
Protect your homeland!
(V. Lebedev-Kumach)
Presenter 1
In the second half of 1942, the gigantic Battle of Stalingrad unfolded. For the German command, the capture of Stalingrad was of key importance.
The courage of the Stalingraders shocked even the experienced Nazi warriors: “It is impossible to describe what is happening here. Everyone who has a head and hands fights in Stalingrad - men and women.
By mid-November, the offensive capabilities of the German troops finally dried up. In the battles for Stalingrad, German troops suffered heavy losses, the Nazis died in the hundreds, and by mid-November they were forced to go on the defensive.
Lead 2
The main theme in the letters of German soldiers is the motive of foreboding death: "We will never leave Russia"; “each of us here will perish”; “If, because of this letter, I am brought to a military tribunal and shot, it will be good for me.”
The word Stalingrad was on the pages of newspapers, it was carried over all continents on the air. People felt and understood that the outcome of the war was being decided in Stalingrad. This was clear to both our enemies and our allies.
Reader 7
Traces of the enemy - ruins and ashes.
Here, all living things are burned to the ground.
Through the smoke you can't see the sun in the black sky
In place of the streets are stones and ash.
Here life and death converged on the battlefield,
Dividing the vast world into light and darkness.
The sacred vengeance of a fallen hero
The hot earth breathes here.
The ominous rumble of TNT and metal.
Frost all through calcined.
Only flashes of explosions blaze alo -
They are given power in this hell.
And we are standing. We cling to the stones
With the same power as fire and ice.
The earth itself with soldiers' hands
Uninvited aliens viciously beats.
Let there be thousands of guns against us here,
For each tens of tons of lead,
Let us be mortal, let us be only people,
But we are faithful to the Fatherland to the end.
Armored bulks crawl,
The enemy advances with fire and steel.
The earth trembles from a terrible cannonade -
But only we are not a step away from here!
Here everything is mixed up in this whirlwind:
Fire and snow, dust and lead hail.
Who will survive here ... until death
Formidable Stalingrad will not be forgotten.
But the bell of reckoning has already sounded.
From bomb explosions the whole sky is on fire.
Fire sweeping away obstacles in the way,
We attack from four directions.
The enemy did not think that he would find a grave here,
I did not believe in the miracle of rapid change.
But only strength overcomes strength
Now the enemy has only one salvation - captivity.
Rush, the wars of the people's flood,
Overwhelm the enemy's edges with yourself ...
Heroes will live forever among the people,
Aurora of Glory - My Motherland!
(G. Hakobyan)
Presenter 1
The Russian warrior, at all times has been and remains invincible, brave and strong, faithful to his duty to the Fatherland. The Russian soldier loves the Motherland like a bride, cherishes and protects her like a Mother. But if someone encroaches on its open spaces, it will be at the cost of his life to defend its borders.
Reader 8
Nobody is forgotten and nothing is forgotten
For all generations and all times.
The gray hairs of those who lived and the blood of those killed,
This terrible war has been paid for.
There is no greater joy than the joy of Victory,
But the bitterness of loss echoes in us.
And let the venerable grandfathers not be ashamed,
Uncontrollable tears that flow from the eyes ...
And if they were seen by those who died,
They said: "Do not cry, but be faithful
Our bright dreams. For what we have achieved.
And be persistent. Such as we are.
We asserted ourselves with this Victory.
We brought freedom to mankind.
And faith in the Victory that they were waiting for,
The world is still amazed…”
Let people remember what happened to them.
They will learn how widows remain faithful.
And they are waiting for a knock on the door, in the blue evening,
Forgetting that loved ones sleep forever...
Nobody is forgotten and nothing is forgotten.
Although the joy of Victory is painfully sad.
And we worship the ashes of the slain,
When spring comes to us in Russia
(O. Bergolts)
Video "A moment of silence"
Lead 2
It came at a high price to our people. These were years of deprivation, years of hard work, and at the same time, these were years of courage, selfless love for the Motherland.
They fought the enemy at the front and in the rear. Women and children were engaged in hard men's work, which did not stop for a single day.
Thanks to selfless work, courage, heroism, the desire to survive and defeat fascism, the long-awaited day has come. This victory cost us 20 million lives.
May 9, 1945 - Victory Day, the day of national rejoicing, joy, joy with tears in our eyes.
Dance "Bryansk street"
Presenter 1
Time rushes inexorably… The war has gone down in history. Every year the ranks of warriors - veterans are thinning, but the memory of them will live in our hearts!
Reader 9
Shine of orders.
How long do wounds heal
From bullets, from shrapnel, fire.
The ranks of veterans are thinning
On the eve of the day of victory.
Fewer and fewer of their noble faces,
Brave and brave hearts.
For the fact that the country would be free,
Once my grandfather died.
He did not meet the May morning,
Didn't see the victorious lights...
Oh, great wisdom of life,
The hotter, the stronger the people.
Their glory does not fade over the years,
In their honor, all nations rise.
Defense of the Fatherland by right
Give back to young hearts.
Hard to heal their wounds
But the status of a soldier is not new.
The rarer the ranks of veterans,
The brighter the shine of their orders!
(L. Nelen)
All participants take the stage
Lead 2
Today the holiday enters every home,
And joy to people with him comes next.
We congratulate you on a great day,
Happy glory day! Happy Victory Day! (together)
Video clip of D. Tukhmanov's song "Victory Day"
Literary and musical composition dedicated to the Victory Day for schoolchildren "This holiday with tears in the eyes ..."
Target: to educate students in patriotism, pride in their homeland, courage, heroism.
Equipment:
Coat of arms, flag, anthem of Russia;
Poster with the name of the composition;
Posters "Motherland is calling!", "Follow me, attack!" and others dedicated to the Great Patriotic War;
Model of the machine; helmet; flask; cap; tank layout; red carnations; layout of the eternal flame;
book exhibition;
Tape recorder, audio cassettes;
Metronome, stopwatch.
Event progress
The recording of the Russian anthem sounds (1 verse).
Then, to the sounds of Agapkin's march "Farewell of the Slav" (or any other military march), the presenters, a girl and a boy, dressed in military gymnasts and caps, come out.
1st presenter. It was 1941. Already on the paving stones of the conquered European states, the steel tracks of fascist tanks thundered powerfully.
The harsh German speech already sounded authoritatively on the roads of the Balkans and in the sands of the desert on the outskirts of Alexandria. Already the German divisions were concentrating on the border of the Soviet Union. It was the apogee of fascism. The tip of the giant war machine was directed to the east, to us - the main goal of the Third Reich.
1st reader.
Touching the three great oceans,
She lies, spreading the cities,
Covered with a network of meridians,
Invincible, wide, proud.
And here we were lucky to be born,
Where for life, until death, we found
That handful of earth that is good,
To see in it signs of the whole earth.
Yes, you can survive in the heat, in a thunderstorm, in frost.
Yes, you can be hungry and cold
Go to death, but these three birches
You can't give it to anyone while you're alive.
K. Simonov
2nd reader.
In the hour of trials, bow to the Fatherland
In Russian,
And tell her
"Mother! You are my life!
You are dearer to me than life!
With you - to live!
With you - to die!
D. Kedrin
2nd host. The Third Reich existed for twelve years, destroying millions of people during this period. Fascism is a philosophy of destruction and destruction of the individual. This is violence against thought, over love, over youth, this is smoking chimneys of crematoria in concentration camps, shots in the back of the head, this is the denial of conscience ...
Leafing through the pages of history, we again, frozen and in disbelief, listen to the first reports of the Sovinformburo, see the military streets of Moscow, go to the militia ...
Gritting our teeth, we silently bury our fathers and our comrades, we fight in the encirclement until the last bullet, and in moments of calm we ask ourselves questions: how could this happen? Why did we allow the Germans to reach Moscow?
1st presenter(or you can turn on the recording of the text read on the first day of the war by Central Radio announcer Yuri Levitan). Attention! Moscow speaking! We are transmitting an important government message. Citizens and citizens of the Soviet Union! Today at 4 o'clock in the morning, without any declaration of war, the German armed forces attacked the borders of the Soviet Union. The Great Patriotic War began.
The song "Holy War" sounds, music. A. Aleksandrova, sl. V. Lebedev-Kumach (1 verse).
3rd reader.
War - there is no crueler word.
War - there is no sadder word.
War - there is no holier word
In the anguish and glory of these years.
And on our lips is different
It can't be and isn't.
A. Tvardovsky.
4th reader.
It seemed that the flowers were cold,
And they faded a little from the dew.
The dawn that walked through the grasses and bushes,
They searched with German binoculars.
A flower, all covered in dewdrops, clung to the flower,
And the border guard held out his hands to them.
And the Germans, having finished drinking coffee, at that moment
They climbed into the tanks, closed the hatches.
Everything breathed such silence,
That the whole earth was still asleep, it seemed.
Who knew that between peace and war
Only five minutes left!
S. Schipachev
Sounds recording of "Pre-war waltz", music. P. Aedonitsky, sl. F. Laube (1 verse).
“... Napoleon was defeated, he came to his collapse. The same will happen to the arrogant Hitler, who has announced a new campaign against our country. The Red Army and all our people will wage a victorious Patriotic War for the Motherland, for honor, for freedom.
Our cause is right! The enemy will be defeated! Victory will be ours!"
2nd host. The Great Patriotic War lasted four terrible years, 1418 days and nights. It was a holy people's war.
Hitler defined his goal as follows: “Destroy the life force of Russia. There should be no political formations capable of revival.”
5th reader.
The sunset is stained with blood
Silently we go, without words
Past the fields and pastures,
Past native forests.
Our path is hard and long.
In grief. In tears. On fire
German, having occupied Kalinin,
Rushing towards Moscow.
Your feet are bare
Blood in the middle of the roads
Difficult your way, Russia,
From west to east...
S. Ostrovoy
1st leader. From the documents of the war years.
Lvov. 7 h 00 min. On the site of the 92nd border detachment, the infantry is fighting against the enemy with our border guards; The 90th border detachment came under the command of the Red Army. Regiments of the 89th Infantry Division took up positions.
Lvov. 7 h 40 min. The enemy is conducting heavy shelling of Przemysl.
6th reader.
Summer morning
The grenade fell into the grass
Near Lviv
The outpost lay in the ditch.
"Messerschmidts" splashed gasoline into the blue, -
And do not stand under fire at the sixth stake.
Burned bridges
On the roads from Brest to Moscow.
The soldiers were walking
Looking away from the refugees.
And on the towers
Buried in arable land KB
Heavy drops of rain dried up.
A. Mezhirov
2nd host. The exploits of the heroes-border guards, the defenders of the Brest Fortress, who were the first to take the treacherous blow of a brutal enemy, the hardest battles on the Belarusian, Smolensk lands, the unparalleled stamina of the Leningraders, the heroic epic of Odessa and Sevastopol - these are the milestones of 1941, the first year of the war against fascism. As a result of these battles, the Nazi army was defeated by the end of the forty-first year on the outskirts of Moscow.
7th reader.
And we heard muffled words:
I swear on my life, dear Moscow,
For blood on the pavement, for women in tears,
For the horror in sleepless childish eyes,
For the peaceful comfort blown up by bombs,
For every brick they break
For every block wrapped in smoke
We will repay the enemy with a terrible retribution.
A. Surkov
The song "In the dugout" sounds, music. K. Listova, sl. A. Surkov.
1st presenter. When Marshal Georgy Konstantinovich Zhukov was asked what he remembered most from the last war, he always answered: "The Battle for Moscow." In this battle, the Nazis lost more than half a million people. Describing Operation Typhoon, German General Westphal was forced to admit that "the German army, previously considered invincible, was on the verge of annihilation."
8th reader.
Went on the attack furious
Forty-first year.
Near the village of Kryukovo
The platoon is dying.
All ammo is gone
No more grenades...
Only seven of them survived
Young soldiers...
S. Ostrovoy
The song “Near the village of Kryukovo” sounds, music. M. Fradkina, sl. S. Ostrovoy (2nd verse).
2nd leader. The name of the legendary partisan Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya is now known to the whole world. And then, in February 1942, when the journalist Pyotr Lidov published an essay in Pravda, no one knew that Tanya, tortured by the Nazis, was the heroic Zoya.
9th reader.
Glory to those who decided to live to win.
Do you understand, Zoya?
I understand...
My dears, I want to help you!
I'm ready.
I will endure everything.
Order! -
And all around is silence, silence, silence.
And the frost does not tremble,
Doesn't weaken, doesn't melt...
And tomorrow your fate is decided:
M. Aliger. Poem "Zoya"
A fragment of the Seventh (Leningrad) Symphony by D. Shostakovich sounds. Against the background of this melody - the words of the presenter.
1st presenter. Dark buildings without roofs, with gaping niches of windows through which you can see the sky. ...Over time, the fire of a home lamp will be lit here at the table with books. And some boy will read in thought: “Defense of Leningrad. .. 900 days and nights...”.
10th reader.
Among the Baltic sunny expanses,
Over the wide open Neva,
Like a god of war, the bronze Suvorov stood up
A vision of Russian military glory.
In his hand is a swift sword,
A military cloak swirls over his shoulder,
The feathered helmet is thrown back, and courage
She lit her pupils with unfading fire.
The tram runs along the Kirov bridge,
Cars are screaming, passers-by are in a hurry,
And he looks at the victorious, sharp spire,
To business military Leningrad.
Keeping in the ranks the statutory alignment,
Marching chiseling step,
Replenishment goes to the front in the morning
Before the genius of swift attacks.
11th reader.
And he is the generalissimo of victory,
Greeting the unknown army,
As if he says: “No wonder grandfathers
They taught us the science of winning."
Unbreakable military strength
The one who is devoted to his homeland,
She took the strongholds of Ishmael,
Chopped to shreds Prussian mustaches.
In Italy, an avalanche flew from the mountains,
Before Frederick, she stood up to her full height,
Shelves among the clouds led the path of an eagle
In the fog and snow on the narrow Devil's bridge.
We know the enemy, both arrogant and crafty,
It's not the first time we've met him.
Under the banner of great Russian glory
Native people are invincible in battles.
He is straight and bold in the storm of military disputes,
And there is no equal to him in the world.
"Heroes!" - so says Suvorov,
Our great-grandfather in the matter of glory and victories.
Sun. Christmas
2nd host. The word "Stalingrad" entered the vocabulary of all languages of the world and since then has been reminiscent of a battle that surpassed all armed clashes of the past in terms of scope, tension and consequences.
"We will storm Stalingrad and take it," Hitler boasted.
Then, in July 1942, the Baltic states and Belarus, Ukraine and Moldova were under the heel of the Nazis, the blockade of Leningrad continued, large forces of the Nazi troops stopped not far from Moscow. The Nazis needed oil, the Caucasus and the richest regions of our country. And Stalingrad stood in their way.
12th reader.
How hard it was to die
Soldiers, mindful of duty,
In the same city on the Volga -
Close your eyes forever.
How terrible it was to die:
The border has long been abandoned
And the fire chariot
Wars are not yet a step back ...
13th reader.
How sad it was to die
“What are you cut down on, Russia?
Someone else's strength or impotence
yours?" they so wanted to know.
And they wanted to know more
Soldiers, mindful of duty,
How the battle will end on the Volga,
To make it easier to die...
S. Vykupov
1st leader.... Stalingrad is the Volga. Volga is wealth, glory, pride of Russia. The old song says:
You stretched out, steppe,
up to Tsaritsyn.
And what are you, steppe,
embellished...
You can choose a friend. You can choose a wife. The mother is not chosen. Mother is alone. She is loved because she is a mother. Under Stalingrad they defended our mother - Russia.
“There is no land for us beyond the Volga!” - so said the famous sniper Vasily Zaitsev, who personally destroyed 300 Nazis near Stalingrad.
The song "Hot Snow" sounds, music. A. Pakhmutova, sl. N. Dobronravova (1 verse).
14th reader.
Silence on Mamayev Kurgan,
There is silence behind the Mamaev Kurgan.
War is buried in that mound,
A wave quietly splashes on a peaceful shore.
Before this sacred silence
A woman stood up with her head bowed
The gray-haired mother whispers something to herself,
Everyone hopes to see their son.
Thickets of steppe grass deaf ditches,
Who died, he will not raise his head,
He won’t come, he won’t say: “Mom! I'm alive!
Don't be sad, dear, I'm with you!"
Now the Volgograd evening is coming,
And the old woman does not leave, she is waiting for her son,
A wave quietly splashes on a peaceful shore,
She talks to her mother.
V. Bokov
2nd leader. There were many of them - heroes who defended their homeland. Known and still listed as missing. All of them are forever in our memory.
15th reciter(reads on behalf of the son).
Mom, I'm asking
forget the war
Forget the trenches
Stalingrad
Remember forty-five
And put on a blouse
May your soul
rejoices again
In the fortieth year
after the victory.
This is yours to the Motherland
Grief took away from us
It's you - and at a heavy price -
Defended the world
for the entire planet.
I bow my head before you
And thank you for that.
1st reader(reads on behalf of the mother).
No my son
I can't forget the war
And not because it was difficult.
What we have experienced
Your generation would not forget.
If suddenly about the horrors of war
People on the planet will forget
It won't be next
Nothing will happen then...
A. Rozhkov
1st presenter. After the Battle of Stalingrad, there was also the grandiose Battle of Kursk in the summer of 1943. Hitler called this operation "Citadel". For its implementation, 50 selected divisions were involved. The Nazis carried out a total mobilization, drafting even 50-year-old men into the army.
2nd host. Despite all the efforts of the Nazis, the German troops were defeated in this battle.
From the memoirs of the loading gunner Private Ivan Yegorovich Filatov:
“... Tanks were an avalanche. Cars moved across the field in zigzags, changing direction. How many there were, did not count. Shards fell like lead rain.
I didn't think the earth could crack. ...There was such a deafening roar that blood flowed from the mouth and ears. They opened their mouths so that the membranes in their ears would not burst. Once, like a chip, I was thrown from one funnel by an air wave into another ... ".
2nd reader.
For the fourth year we have no life from these Fritz,
Fourth year salty sweat
And a river of blood.
And I would fall in love with a good girl,
And to my homeland
Touch with your hand...
The song “In the forest near the front” sounds, music. M. Blanter, sl. M. Isakovsky. 2 dance couples dressed in 40s clothes come out and perform a waltz to this melody.
3rd reader(reads to the tune of B. Okudzhava's song "Goodbye, boys").
Ah, the war
What have you done, you bastard?
Our yards have become quiet,
Our boys raised their heads -
They have matured for the time being.
On the threshold barely loomed
And they left, after the soldier - the soldier ...
Goodbye boys!
Boys
Try to go back.
(You can dramatize this poem. 2 dance couples - boys in military caps or caps, tunics, girls in white dresses with scarves in their hands. They depict seeing off the fighters leaving for the front.)
1st presenter. It was the 26th month of the Great Patriotic War. The victory at Kursk opened up new opportunities for our people to fight fascism and liberate the lands temporarily occupied by the enemy. The great liberation of the Motherland and Europe began.
And it began with the Battle of Stalingrad.
2nd leader. And finally she came! She is the spring of 1945. Wonderful spring! Spring of Victory. Spring of Glory. Spring, which returned the homeland to Russians, Ukrainians, Belarusians, Moldovans and many other peoples who experienced the fascist yoke.
The hour of reckoning with the fascist monsters has come!
On April 30, 1945, Sergeant Yegorov and Junior Sergeant Kantaria hoisted the Banner of Victory over the Reichstag under continuous fire from the Nazis.
On May 8, an act of complete surrender of Nazi Germany was signed in Potsdam. And May 9 was declared Victory Day.
In this war, our people accomplished a feat in which the greatest courage of soldiers, partisans, members of the underground and the selflessness of home front workers, workers, collective farmers and the intelligentsia are merged.
4th reader.
We are clean before our battalion commander, as before the Lord God.
Overcoats turned red from blood and clay on the living,
Blue flowers bloomed on the graves of the dead.
Blossomed and fell off... The fourth autumn passes.
Our mothers are crying, and our peers are silently sad.
We did not know love, did not experience the happiness of crafts,
We got to share the hard fate of the soldiers.
My weather has no poetry, no love, no peace -
Only strength and youth. And when we return from the war,
We will love everything in full and write, peer, such,
That sons will be proud of their fathers-soldiers.
Well, who won't come back? Who doesn't have to give in?
Well, who was struck by the first bullet in forty-one?
A peer of the same age will sob, her mother will beat on the threshold, -
My weather has no poetry, no peace, no wives.
5th reader.
We do not need to feel sorry, because we would not feel sorry for anyone.
Who went on the attack, who shared the last piece,
He will understand this truth - it is to us in the trenches and cracks
She came to argue with a grouchy, hoarse basque.
Let the living remember and let the generations know
This harsh truth of the soldiers, taken with battle.
And your crutches, and a mortal wound through,
And graves over the Volga, where thousands of young people lie, -
This is our destiny, it was with her that we swore and sang,
They went on the attack and tore bridges over the Bug.
We do not need to feel sorry, because we would not feel sorry for anyone,
We are clean before our Russia and in difficult times.
S. Gudzenko
6th reader.
Spring of 1945...
How the blue Danube was waiting for you!
Freedom for the peoples of Europe
Brought hot sunny May.
On the square of Vienna saved
Gathered people old and young -
On an old, battle-wounded accordion
The Russian waltz was played by our soldier.
1st leader....Years have passed. Our country was recovering and flourishing. After such a terrible war, they thought that our mothers would never lose their sons.
2nd host. 1979 Afghanistan. Sons of the heroes of the Patriotic War. They honorably accepted the baton of their fathers.
He was born and raised on the Volga, in the glorious city of Kamyshin. Alexander Leonidovich Karpunin, born in 1965. He fought in Afghanistan for more than a year and, of course, knew all the tricks of the dushmans, but, apparently, this was fate's fate: he did not beware of a mine.
1st presenter. Sasha wrote letters to his mother, Mira Konstantinovna, full of confidence that everything would be fine, that there was very little left before returning home. Mom was waiting to hug her son, a hero who had come from the war.
But treacherous fate decreed otherwise.
Sasha 4 days did not live up to his twentieth birthday. He took only four steps when an explosion shot up and brought him down into eternal, endless darkness. It happened on July 16, 1985.
2nd host. For his feats, Alexander Leonidovich Karpunin was posthumously awarded the Order of the Red Star. And on the street of Warriors-Internationalists in Kamyshin and at the school where he studied, there were signs symbolizing the eternal memory of him. The memory he deserved all his life.
The song of Vladimir Vysotsky "He did not return from the battle" sounds (1 verse).
1st leader. 90s of XX century. And on the Russian long-suffering land again the war. Chechen...
And again, mothers lose their sons, wives - husbands ... "You know what a guy he was." This newspaper headline indicates the fate of another young Kamyshan, also Alexander, - Kolgatin. The new heroes are the grandchildren of veterans of the Great Patriotic War.
2nd host. Sasha died on March 1, 2000 - exactly two years after his wedding. The whole country now knows about the last fight for Sasha Kolgatin. A graduate of the Kamyshin Military School, Sasha ended up serving in the Pskov Airborne Regiment. He commanded a platoon of the sixth engineer company.
The last battle for the company was very difficult for the soldiers. The enemy forces were 20 times the strength of the paratrooper heroes. When the body of Sasha Kolgatin was brought home, the parents saw that the hair of the 24-year-old, who had barely begun to live, was touched by gray hair. Alexander Kolgatin was posthumously awarded the title of Hero of Russia.
7th reader.
No, there is no point in this death!
And our grief is endless,
Even if hundreds of years pass,
In our hearts you will be forever!
8th reader.
Through the centuries, through the years, -
who won't come
never, -
9th reader.
Do not Cry,
hold back your moans.
The memory of the fallen
be worthy!
worthy!
10th reader.
As long as hearts are beating
At what cost
happiness won,
Please remember!
11th reader.
At all times
Immortal Earth
Remember the dead!
12th reader.
People of the Earth!
Kill the war!
Curse the war!
R. Rozhdestvensky. Requiem
A moment of silence is announced. The metronome and stopwatch are on. Then, under Agapkin's march "Farewell of the Slav", memorable gifts and flowers are presented to veterans of the Great Patriotic War.
Literature
1. Wreath of Glory. Anthology of fiction about the Great Patriotic War: in 12 volumes [Text] / ed. advice: N. V. Sviridov, M. N. Alekseev, Yu. V. Bondarev and others - M .: Sovremennik, 1987; 1990.
2. Victory Day: Songs of a great feat [Text] / comp. L. Sidelnikova. - M.: Hood. liter; Music, 1985. - 176 e.: ill.
4. Ivannikova, E. V. Living pain: Requiem for the victims of the Afghan war [Text] / E. V. Ivannikova, E. A. Kulkin, V. P. Ovchintsev. - Volgograd: Press Committee, 1997. - 384 e.: ill.
5. Book of Memory: Kamyshin and Kamyshinsky district [Text] / comp.: K. M. Sinev, A. K. Zhabin, N. S. Torgashova. - Kamyshin, 1995.-512 e.: ill.
6. Red star [Text]: gas. - 2000.
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8. Yakovlev, N. N. Spring of Victory. - M .: Pedagogy, 1985. - 128 e .: ill.
On the stage: old people are sitting on the left, playing dominoes, a woman is hanging clothes on the right, in the middle there is a window, there is a radio on it, songs of that time are playing (the March of enthusiasts from the Bright Path movie sounds), guys are running, girls are jumping near the stage through the rope. The boys play catch-up, interfere with the woman, she swear, the old men giggle. The music is silent...
Aliya (with flowers) and Seryozha come out into the hay.
Aliya: Listen, Seryozha. Soon the last call. So the school life flew by. And who do you want to become?
Seryozha: By whom? By whom? Well, of course, a pilot, I just sleep and see how I will fly over my native expanses.
Aliya: Pilot, but it's so dangerous.
Serezha: And we, the pilots, are not afraid of anything. Just think a few thousand kilometers above the ground, nothing. But imagine: I’m flying, I mean, above the clouds and I see you are walking with books from the institute. I shout to you from above: "Alka, Alka."
Alia: What about me?
Seryozha: What, what, but you don’t hear, there’s some kind of height there, and the noise from the propeller is terrible.
The guys who had been eavesdropping before (Matvey and Sasha) run in.
Sasha: What is Seryozhka composing again? It's all about airplanes.
Matvey: Has he told you about spaceships yet?
Aliya: And what are those?
Sasha and Matvey (with a smirk): Yeah.
Serezha: Not yet, but I heard that scientists are already working on the invention of the first ship, it seems like a rocket or something.
Sasha and Matvey (laughing): Stop listening to this nonsense, let's go dancing, now a new song will be playing on the radio, the whole city is listening (running away). - the song "Beloved City" begins to sound.
Series: Will you go?
Alia: Can I stay with you?
Seryozha: You can (sit on the steps on the stage, dream).
There is action behind. Old people play, a woman collects linen, boys and girls play hopscotch.
The music ends. Zoya runs.
Zoya: Alka, let's go play ball.
Aliya runs, calling Seryozhka. They begin to play on stage (Alya, Zoya, Seryozha, Matvey, Sasha). They talk, they laugh.
Matvey: Zoya, have you heard that Serzhek will be a pilot?
Zoya: What? Good job pilot. I'll be a doctor, I'll save people. And you, Alka?
Aliya: And I, as my mother wants, in kindergarten. It's always fun with kids.
Matvey: Is it a nanny to clean the pots?
Zoya: What about you, genius? Are you going to clean up the pots?
Matvey: No, I will be a turner, I will work on a machine tool, I will grind parts for your spaceships. And you, Sasha, why are you silent?
Sasha: Yes, I'm thinking, graduation is coming soon, and the sun is so red, it will probably get colder.
Matvey: Come on, June is in the yard. It will be hot as hell. You'll see, you've never seen such a hot summer. They play…
Woman from the window: Guys, be quiet, Moscow is transmitting (Voice of Levitan, everyone gathered at the radio).
Reader:
June. Russia. Sunday.
Dawn in the arms of silence.
A fragile moment remains
Until the first shots of the war.
In a second the world will explode
Death will lead the parade alle
And the sun will go out forever
For millions on earth.
A mad flurry of fire and steel
It won't turn back on its own.
Two "supergods": Hitler - Stalin,
And between them a terrible hell.
June. Russia. Sunday.
Country on the verge: to be not to be...
And this terrible moment
We will never forget...
“Get up, the country is huge!” (+ video) - the guys stand in their places and tell their monologues (+ presentation)
Krasnoperov Sergey Leonidovich
Krasnoperov Sergey Leonidovich was born on July 23, 1923 in the village of Pokrovka, Chernushinsky district. In May 1941, he volunteered for the Soviet Army. For a year he studied at the Balashov Aviation School of Pilots. In November 1942, attack pilot Sergei Krasnoperov arrived in the 765th assault aviation regiment, and in January 1943 he was appointed deputy squadron commander of the 502nd assault aviation regiment of the 214th assault air division of the North Caucasian Front. In this regiment in June 1943 he joined the ranks of the party. For military distinctions he was awarded the Orders of the Red Banner, the Red Star, the Order of the Patriotic War of the 2nd degree.
The title of Hero of the Soviet Union was awarded on February 4, 1944. Killed in action June 24, 1944. “March 14, 1943. Attack pilot Sergei Krasnoperov makes two sorties one after another to attack the port of Temrkzh. Leading the six "silts", he set fire to the boat at the pier of the port. On the second sortie, an enemy shell hit the engine. A bright flame for a moment, as it seemed to Krasnoperov, eclipsed the sun and immediately disappeared in thick black smoke. Krasnoperov turned off the ignition, turned off the gas and tried to fly the plane to the front line. However, after a few minutes it became clear that the plane could not be saved. And under the wing - a solid swamp. There is only one way out: go to the landing. As soon as the burning car touched the swamp bumps with the fuselage, the pilot barely had time to jump out of it and run a little to the side, an explosion rumbled.
A few days later, Krasnoperov was back in the air, and in the combat log of the flight commander of the 502nd assault aviation regiment, junior lieutenant Krasnoperov Sergey Leonidovich, a brief entry appeared: “03/23/43”. With two sorties, he destroyed a convoy in the area of \u200b\u200bst. Crimean. Destroyed cars - 1, created fires - 2″. On April 4, Krasnoperov stormed manpower and firepower in the region of a height of 204.3 meters. On the next sortie, he stormed artillery and firing points in the area of Krymskaya station. At the same time, he destroyed two tanks, one gun and a mortar.
One day, a junior lieutenant received a task for a free flight in pairs. He was leading. Covertly, on a low-level flight, a pair of “silts” penetrated deep into the rear of the enemy. They noticed cars on the road - they attacked them. They discovered a concentration of troops - and suddenly brought down destructive fire on the heads of the Nazis. The Germans unloaded ammunition and weapons from a self-propelled barge. Combat entry - the barge flew into the air. The regiment commander, Lieutenant Colonel Smirnov, wrote about Sergei Krasnoperov: “Such heroic deeds of Comrade Krasnoperov are repeated in every sortie. The pilots of his link became masters of the assault business. The link is cohesive and takes a leading place. The command always entrusts him with the most difficult and responsible tasks. With his heroic deeds, he created a military glory for himself, enjoys a well-deserved military authority among the personnel of the regiment. And indeed. Sergei was only 19 years old, and for his exploits he had already been awarded the Order of the Red Star. He was only 20 years old, and his chest was adorned with the Golden Star of a Hero.
Seventy-four sorties were made by Sergei Krasnoperov during the days of fighting on the Taman Peninsula. As one of the best, he was entrusted 20 times to lead a group of “silts” to attack, and he always carried out a combat mission. He personally destroyed 6 tanks, 70 vehicles, 35 wagons with cargo, 10 guns, 3 mortars, 5 points of anti-aircraft artillery, 7 machine guns, 3 tractors, 5 bunkers, an ammunition depot, a boat, a self-propelled barge were sunk, two crossings across the Kuban were destroyed.
Matrosov Alexander Matveevich
Matrosov Alexander Matveyevich - rifleman of the 2nd battalion of the 91st separate rifle brigade (22nd Army, Kalinin Front), private. Born February 5, 1924 in the city of Yekaterinoslav (now Dnepropetrovsk). Russian. Member of the Komsomol. He lost his parents early. For 5 years he was brought up first in the Ivanovo orphanage (Ulyanovsk region), and then in Melekessky. In 1939, he began working at the Kuibyshev Car Repair Plant, but soon ran away from there. In October 1940, Alexander Matrosov was sentenced to 2 years in prison, which he served in the Ufa labor colony. At the end of the 7th grade, he remained to work in the colony as an assistant teacher. However, now there is another version of the origin of Matrosov. According to her, the real name of the hero is Shakiryan Yunusovich Mukhamedyanov, a native of the village of Kunakbaevo (now in the Uchalinsky district of Bashkortostan). The homeless boy allegedly took the surname Matrosov in an orphanage. According to the third version, Matrosov is a native of the village of Novaya Malykla in the Ulyanovsk region.
In the Red Army Matrosov A.M. since September 1942. In October 1942 he entered the Krasnokholmsk Infantry School, but soon most of the cadets were sent to the Kalinin Front. In the army since November 1942. He served in the 2nd Battalion of the 91st Separate Siberian Volunteer Brigade named after Stalin (later it was reorganized into the 254th Guards Rifle Regiment and became part of the 56th Guards Rifle Division). For some time the brigade was in reserve. Then she was transferred near Pskov to the area of \u200b\u200bthe Big Lomovaty Bor. Right from the march, the brigade entered the battle.
On February 27, 1943, the 2nd battalion received the task of attacking a stronghold near the village of Chernushki (Loknyansky district, Pskov region). As soon as our soldiers passed through the forest and reached the edge of the forest, they came under heavy enemy machine gun fire - three enemy machine guns in bunkers covered the approaches to the village. One machine gun was suppressed by an assault group of machine gunners and armor-piercers. The second bunker was destroyed by another group of armor-piercers. But the machine gun from the third bunker continued to shell the entire hollow in front of the village. Efforts to silence him were unsuccessful. Then, in the direction of the bunker, Private A.M. Matrosov crawled. He approached the embrasure from the flank and threw two grenades. The machine gun fell silent. But as soon as the fighters went on the attack, the machine gun came to life again. Then Matrosov got up, rushed to the bunker and closed the embrasure with his body. At the cost of his life, he contributed to the combat mission of the unit.
Monument to Matrosov
A few days later, the name of Matrosov became known throughout the country. The feat of Matrosov was used by a journalist who happened to be with the unit for a patriotic article. At the same time, the regiment commander learned about the feat from the newspapers. Moreover, the date of the death of the hero was moved to February 23, coinciding the feat with the day of the Soviet Army. Despite the fact that Matrosov was not the first to perform such an act of self-sacrifice, it was his name that was used to glorify the heroism of Soviet soldiers. Subsequently, over 200 people performed the same feat, but it was no longer widely reported. His feat has become a symbol of courage and military prowess, fearlessness and love for the Motherland.
“It is known that Alexander Matrosov was far from the first in the history of the Great Patriotic War who accomplished such a feat. More precisely, he had 44 predecessors (5 in 1941, 31 in 1942 and 8 before February 27, 1943). And the very first to close the enemy machine gun with his body was political instructor Pankratov A.V. Subsequently, many more commanders and soldiers of the Red Army performed a self-sacrificing feat. Until the end of 1943, 38 soldiers followed the example of Matrosov, in 1944 - 87, in the last year of the war - 46. The last in the Great Patriotic War closed the machine gun embrasure with his body, Sergeant Arkhip Manita. It happened in Berlin 17 days before the Victory ...
134 out of 215 heroes who accomplished the "feat of Matrosov" were awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union. Some feats were appreciated only many years after the war. For example, a Red Army soldier of the 679th Infantry Regiment, Abram Levin, who covered the embrasure of the bunker with his body in the battle for the village of Kholmets on February 22, 1942, was posthumously awarded the Order of the Patriotic War, I degree, only in 1967. There are also documented cases when the brave men who performed the "sailor's" feat remained alive. These are Udodov A.A., Rise R.Kh., Mayborsky V.P. and Kondratiev L.V.” (V. Bondarenko "One Hundred Great Feats of Russia", M., "Veche", 2011, p. 283).
The title of Hero of the Soviet Union Alexander Matveyevich Matrosov was posthumously awarded on June 19, 1943. He was buried in the city of Velikiye Luki. On September 8, 1943, by order of the People's Commissar of Defense of the USSR, the name of Matrosov was assigned to the 254th Guards Rifle Regiment, he himself was forever enrolled (one of the first in the Soviet Army) in the lists of the 1st company of this unit. Monuments to the Hero have been erected in St. Petersburg, Tolyatti, Velikiye Luki, Ulyanovsk, Krasnoyarsk, Ufa, Dnepropetrovsk, Kharkov, and there are at least several hundred streets and squares of Alexander Matrosov in the cities and villages of the former USSR.
Nikolai Frantsevich Gastello
Nikolai Frantsevich was born on May 6, 1908 in Moscow, in a working-class family. Graduated from 5 classes. He worked as a mechanic at the Murom Locomotive Plant of Construction Machines. In the Soviet Army in May 1932. In 1933 he graduated from the Lugansk military pilot school in bomber units. In 1939 he participated in the battles on the river. Khalkhin - Gol and the Soviet-Finnish war of 1939-1940. In the army since June 1941, the squadron commander of the 207th long-range bomber aviation regiment (42nd bomber aviation division, 3rd bomber aviation corps DBA), Captain Gastello, on June 26, 1941, carried out another flight on a mission. His bomber was hit and caught fire. He directed the burning aircraft at a concentration of enemy troops. From the explosion of the bomber, the enemy suffered heavy losses. For the accomplished feat on July 26, 1941, he was posthumously awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union. Gastello's name is forever listed in the lists of military units. On the site of the feat on the Minsk-Vilnius highway, a memorial monument was erected in Moscow.
Zoya Anatolyevna Kosmodemyanskaya ("Tanya")
Zoya Anatolyevna Kosmodemyanskaya was born on September 8, 1923 in the village of Osino-Gai (now the Tambov Region). Her grandfather, a priest, died at the hands of the Bolsheviks in August 1918, her father also studied at a theological seminary, but did not complete the course and in 1925 was forced to flee from a denunciation to move to Siberia. The Kosmodemyansky family lived there for a year, after which they were able to move to Moscow. In 1933, Zoya was orphaned (lost her father). The school years of the future heroine were overshadowed by illnesses - first a nervous breakdown, then severe meningitis. Nevertheless, she was remembered by everyone who knew her as an impressionable, extraordinary, academically gifted girl with a heightened sense of justice.
On October 31, 1941, Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya voluntarily became a fighter of the reconnaissance and sabotage unit No. 9903 of the headquarters of the Western Front. The training was very short - already on November 4, Zoya was transferred to Volokolamsk, where she successfully completed the task of mining the road. On November 17, 1941, the order of the Headquarters of the Supreme High Command No. 0428 appeared, ordering “to destroy and burn to the ground all settlements in the rear of the German troops at a distance of 40-60 km in depth from the front line and 20-30 km to the right and left of the roads. To destroy settlements within the indicated radius of action, immediately drop aircraft, make extensive use of artillery and mortar fire, teams of scouts, skiers and partisan sabotage groups equipped with Molotov cocktails, grenades and explosives.
And the very next day, the leadership of unit No. 9903 received a combat mission - to destroy 10 settlements, including the village of Petrishchevo, Ruzsky district, Moscow region. As part of one of the groups, Zoya also went on a mission. She was armed with three KS Molotov cocktails and a revolver. Near the village of Golovkovo, the group with which Zoya was walking came under fire, suffered losses and broke up. On the night of November 27, Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya reached Petrishchevo and managed to set fire to three houses there. After that, she spent the night in the forest and again returned to Petrishchevo in order to fulfill the combat order to the end - to destroy this settlement.
Kosmodemyanskaya
But overnight the situation in the village changed. The occupiers gathered local residents for a meeting and ordered them to guard the houses. It was a local resident named Sviridov who noticed Zoya at the moment when she tried to set fire to his barn with hay. Sviridov ran after the Germans, and Kosmodemyanskaya was captured. They mocked Zoya terribly. They flogged with belts, brought a burning kerosene lamp to their lips, drove barefoot through the snow, tore out their fingernails. Kosmodemyanskaya was beaten not only by the Germans, but also by local residents, whose houses she burned down. But Zoya held herself with amazing courage. She never gave her real name during the interrogation, she said that her name was Tanya.
November 29, 1941 Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya was hanged by the invaders. Before her death, she uttered a proud phrase, which later became famous: “There are 170 million of us, you can’t outweigh everyone!” On January 27, 1942, the first publication in the press appeared about the feat of Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya - an article by P. Lidov "Tanya" (it was published by Pravda.) Soon the heroine's identity was established, and on February 18 a second article appeared - "Who was Tanya." Two days before, a decree had been issued to award Kosmodemyanskaya the title of Hero of the Soviet Union posthumously. She became the first woman to be awarded this title during the Great Patriotic War. The heroine was buried at the Novodevichy Cemetery in Moscow.
Already in 1944, a feature film was made about the exploit of Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya, monuments to the heroine adorned the streets of Moscow, St. Petersburg, Kyiv, Kharkov, Tambov, Saratov, Volgograd, Chelyabinsk, Rybinsk, poems and stories were written about Zoya, and the streets named in her honor, there are several hundred in the cities and villages of the former USSR.
Aliya Moldagulova
Aliya Moldagulova was born on April 20, 1924 in the village of Bulak, Khobdinsky district, Aktobe region. After the death of her parents, she was brought up by her uncle Aubakir Moldagulov. With his family, she moved from city to city. She studied at the 9th secondary school in Leningrad. In the fall of 1942, Aliya Moldagulova joined the army and was sent to a sniper school. In May 1943, Aliya submitted a report to the school command with a request to send her to the front. Aliya ended up in the 3rd company of the 4th battalion of the 54th rifle brigade under the command of Major Moiseev.
By the beginning of October, Aliya Moldagulova had 32 dead fascists on her account.
In December 1943, Moiseev's battalion was ordered to drive the enemy out of the village of Kazachikha. By capturing this settlement, the Soviet command hoped to cut the railway line along which the Nazis were transferring reinforcements. The Nazis fiercely resisted, skillfully using the benefits of the area. The slightest advance of our companies came at a heavy price, and yet slowly but steadily our fighters approached the enemy's fortifications. Suddenly, a lone figure appeared ahead of the advancing chains.
Suddenly, a lone figure appeared ahead of the advancing chains. The Nazis noticed the brave warrior and opened fire from machine guns. Catching the moment when the fire weakened, the fighter rose to his full height and dragged the entire battalion with him.
After a fierce battle, our fighters took possession of the height. The daredevil lingered in the trench for some time. There were traces of pain on his pale face, and strands of black hair broke out from under his cap with earflaps. It was Aliya Moldagulova. She destroyed 10 fascists in this battle. The wound was light, and the girl remained in the ranks.
In an effort to restore the situation, the enemy rushed into counterattacks. On January 14, 1944, a group of enemy soldiers managed to break into our trenches. A hand-to-hand fight ensued. Aliya mowed down the Nazis with well-aimed bursts of the machine gun. Suddenly, she instinctively felt danger behind her back. She turned sharply, but it was too late: the German officer fired first. Gathering the last of her strength, Aliya threw up her machine gun and the Nazi officer fell to the frozen ground ...
The wounded Aliya was carried out by her comrades from the battlefield. The fighters wanted to believe in a miracle, and they offered blood to save the girl. But the wound was fatal.
Dmitry Mikhailovich Karbyshev (October 14 (26), 1880, Omsk, Akmola region, Russian Empire - February 18, 1945, Mauthausen death camp, Austria) - Lieutenant General of the Engineering Troops, Professor of the Military Academy of the General Staff, Doctor of Military Sciences, Hero of the Soviet Union.
Born in the city of Omsk in the family of a military official. From nobles. Kryashens by origin. At the age of twelve he was left without a father. The children were raised by their mother.
The elder brother of Dmitry Karbyshev, Vladimir, was expelled from Kazan University in 1887 for participating in the student revolutionary movement and arrested. In this regard, the family was under the supervision of the police, and D. M. Karbyshev was not accepted into the Siberian Cadet Corps for training at public expense. On September 6, 1891, he was enrolled in the corps "coming for a fee." Despite great financial difficulties, Karbyshev brilliantly graduated from the Siberian Cadet Corps and in 1898 was admitted to the Nikolaev Engineering School. In 1900, after graduating from college, he was sent to serve in the 1st East Siberian sapper battalion, head of the cable department of the telegraph company. The battalion was stationed in Manchuria. In 1903 he was promoted to lieutenant.
During the Russo-Japanese War, as part of the battalion, he strengthened positions, installed communications equipment, built bridges, and conducted reconnaissance in force. Participated in the battle of Mukden. Awarded with orders and medals. He finished the war with the rank of lieutenant.
In 1906, on charges of agitation among the soldiers, he left military service for the reserve. Lived in Vladivostok, was engaged in drawing work. In 1907 he returned to military service, served in Vladivostok in the newly formed fortress sapper battalion, where he commanded a company. In the autumn of 1908 he entered the Nikolaev Military Engineering Academy in St. Petersburg.
In 1911 he graduated with honors from the Nikolaev Military Engineering Academy. According to the distribution, staff captain Karbyshev was sent to Brest-Litovsk to the post of commander of a mine company. There he took part in the construction of the forts of the Brest Fortress.
Member of the First World War from the first day. He fought in the Carpathians as part of the 8th Army of General A. A. Brusilov (South-Western Front). He was a divisional engineer of the 78th and 69th infantry divisions, then the head of the engineering service of the 22nd Finnish Rifle Corps. In early 1915, he took part in the assault on the Przemysl fortress. Was wounded in the leg. For bravery and courage he was awarded the Order of St. Anna and promoted to lieutenant colonel. In 1916 he was a member of the famous Brusilovsky breakthrough. In 1917, the manufacturer of works to strengthen positions on the border with Romania.
In December 1917, in Mogilev-Podolsky, D. M. Karbyshev joined the Red Guard. Since 1918 in the Red Army. Member of the Civil War.
In April 1918, D. M. Karbyshev was appointed to the Collegium for the Defense of the Country under the Main Military-Technical Directorate of the Red Army. In July 1918, D. M. Karbyshev was appointed head of a separate engineering department of the North Caucasian Military District.
In the spring of 1919, D. M. Karbyshev was appointed the chief head of all defensive work on the Eastern Front, participated in the construction of the Simbirsk, Samara, Saratov, Chelyabinsk, Zlatoust, Troitsk, Kurgan fortified areas; ensured the crossing of the Ufimka and Belaya rivers, the beginning of the attack on Siberia, and designed the defensive structures of Uralsk.
Since January 1920, D. M. Karbyshev was the head of the Department of Military Field Construction. He supervised the restoration of the railway bridge across the Irtysh in Omsk, strengthened the Trans-Baikal bridgehead.
In 1920 he was appointed chief of engineers of the 5th Army of the Eastern Front.
Since October 1920, he served as deputy chief of engineers of the Southern Front, supervised the construction of fortifications on the Kakhovka bridgehead. In November 1920, he led the engineering support for the assault on the Chongar fortifications and Perekop. In 1921-23. - assistant, deputy, and then chief of engineers of the armed forces of Ukraine and Crimea.
In 1923-1926 he was the chairman of the Engineering Committee of the Main Military Engineering Directorate of the Red Army. Since 1926 - a teacher at the Military Academy named after M.V. Frunze. In 1929 he was appointed the author of the Molotov and Stalin Lines project. In February 1934 he was appointed head of the military engineering department of the Military Academy of the General Staff. On December 5, 1935, he was awarded the rank of division engineer.
Since 1936, he was assistant head of the department of tactics of higher formations for engineering troops of the Military Academy of the General Staff. In 1938 he graduated from the Military Academy of the General Staff. On October 23, 1938, he was approved as a professor. In 1940 he was awarded the rank of lieutenant general of the engineering troops. In 1941 - the degree of Doctor of Military Sciences.
Karbyshev owns the most complete research and development of the application of destruction and barriers. His contribution to the scientific development of issues of forcing rivers and other water barriers is significant. He has published over 100 scientific papers on military engineering and military history. His articles and manuals on the theory of engineering support for combat and operations, the tactics of engineering troops were the main materials for the training of Red Army commanders in the prewar years.
In addition, Karbyshev was a consultant of the Academic Council for restoration work at the Trinity-Sergius Lavra, the scientific director and chief architect of which was I.V. Trofimov.
Member of the Soviet-Finnish war of 1939-1940. As part of the group of the Deputy Chief of the Main Military Engineering Directorate for Defensive Construction, he developed recommendations for the troops on engineering support for the breakthrough of the Mannerheim Line.
Since 1940, a member of the CPSU (b).
In early June 1941, D. M. Karbyshev was sent to the Western Special Military District. The Great Patriotic War found him at the headquarters of the 3rd Army in Grodno. After 2 days, he moved to the headquarters of the 10th Army. On June 27, the army headquarters was surrounded. On August 8, 1941, while trying to get out of the encirclement, General Karbyshev was seriously shell-shocked in battle in the Dnieper region, near the village of Dobreika, Mogilev Region, Byelorussian SSR. In an unconscious state, he was captured.
Karbyshev was kept in German concentration camps: Zamosc, Hammelburg, Flossenbürg, Majdanek, Auschwitz, Sachsenhausen and Mauthausen. Repeatedly from the administration of the camps received offers to cooperate. Despite his age, he was one of the active leaders of the camp resistance movement. On the night of February 18, 1945, in the Mauthausen concentration camp (Austria), among other prisoners (about 500 people), after brutal torture, he was doused with water in the cold and died. The body of D. M. Karbyshev was burned in the ovens of Mauthausen. It became a symbol of unbending will and perseverance.
Putilov Matvei Methodievich - participant in the Battle of Stalingrad
How the son of an “enemy of the people” became a hero
We know about Matvey Putilov that he was brought up in the Shaitansky orphanage of the Berezovsky district, died heroically in the Battle of Stalingrad.
But what kind of character was this man, an ordinary soldier of the Great Patriotic War, who were his parents, what was he fond of? This data had to be collected bit by bit. Favzia Khabirovna Tuktubaeva found me herself, saying that she was brought up in an orphanage with Matvey. Dmitry Dmitrievich Oliyarnik was not personally acquainted with Putilov, because he ended up in an orphanage later, when he left to study, but he had heard a lot about him from the pupils. Berezovka archivists, journalist Svetlana Polivanova, local historian Valery Beloborodov, and Nadezhda Kumirova, chairman of the District Council of Veterans, gave me great help. So loomed, as in a mosaic, the image of a cheerful and kind young man, a Komsomol member who sincerely believes in communist ideals. Matvey Putilov walked through the war from the screen.
I ended up in the Shaitansky orphanage in 1933, when it was just created, - recalls F. Tuktubaeva. - Matvey and his younger brother Ivan entered there later, from Tavda. We were all orphans, the children of those who died in exile here or who were shot "enemies of the people." The Putilovs were younger than me, but young age in the orphanage did not matter. We all worked, each to the best of our ability. They made hay, fished, gathered berries and mushrooms, even uprooted stumps - three people piled on a shovel. Nevertheless, there was time for rest, modest entertainment. Relatives visited some pupils, but no one visited the Putilovs. Matvey was not tall, fair-haired, cheerful, sociable guy, he played football like all boys, but sometimes he thought deeply about something. Maybe he remembered his parents?
He was friends with all the guys, but Volkov was closest to him, who instead of five fingers on his hands had six and he constantly hid them in his sleeves. Pupils studied diligently, no one needed to be urged on. One day the dining room caught fire. The fire was extinguished not only by adults, but also by children. They carried buckets of water from the Shaitanka River and poured it on the walls. In this turmoil, Fawzia saw Matvey. Biting his lip, he dragged a heavy bucket, dousing himself with water, and then saved the cat. And she also remembered how the guy gave her a briefcase or a suitcase - something in between - knocked together by him from sheets of plywood. With him, the girl went to Ufa to her older brother Sabur, who had escaped Stalin's repressions.
In 1938, Matvey Putilov, among nine teenagers, was sent to study at the Omsk Electrotechnical College. Fawzia never met Matvey again, but she was lucky to see the war footage. Matvey Putilov walked through the war from the screen. Mature, in a helmet and overcoat, with a walkie-talkie in his hands. Then the pupils of the orphanage found out that he died in Stalingrad and was nineteen years old.
Two hundred Stalingrad days
Apparently, Putilov did not write to anyone in the orphanage, or simply the addressees remained unknown. Before the Battle of Stalingrad, Matvey probably managed to fight, but he accomplished his immortal feat near Stalingrad.
The victory of the Soviet army near Moscow showed the world that the Germans are not an invincible nation, and the courage and heroism of the Russians are worthy of admiration. Near Stalingrad, the Germans tried to take revenge for the defeat near Moscow. Military statistics report that more than one million people died on the Volga, in and around Stalingrad. The Battle of Stalingrad lasted two hundred days, from July 1942 to January 31, 1943, when the German group was destroyed and Field Marshal Paulus surrendered. From that moment on, a turning point in the war came, but at what cost did it come! As former nurse Taisya Gavrina recalled, they fought for the streets and even individual houses. One of the fascist officers, Helmut Welz, wrote in post-war memoirs that Stalingrad was an enchanted place: asphalt was melting, oil storage facilities were burning, where all life seemed to have been destroyed, Russian infantry suddenly appeared.
In this inferno, communications sergeant Matvey Putilov provided communications between the division headquarters and his unit. Here is an excerpt about him from a book about the Battle of Stalingrad. “The division held back the onslaught of superior enemy forces. He was an ordinary signalman and often was where enemy shells and mines mangled wires, where exploding bombs continuously disabled communications - the nerve of the Stalingrad defense. One day, going out on the line, he was wounded in both hands. Losing consciousness, he pulled the ends of the wires into his mouth and firmly clamped his teeth. Having restored the connection, he died.
Matvey Putilov was posthumously awarded the Order of the Patriotic War and forever enrolled in the lists of the military unit, his name is carved on the granite memorial of Mamaev Kurgan, and in Berezovo there is a street named after Matvey Putilov.
The fate of Matvey Putilov was of interest to the radio journalist Valery Polivanov, who corresponded extensively with relatives of fellow countrymen's heroes. He collected a lot of information about the former pupil of the Shaitansky orphanage, but the archive was lost. However, his daughter Svetlana remembers from her father's stories that the Tajik poet Mumin Konaat wrote the poem "Voice of Stalingrad", for which he received a state prize. In the poem, a whole chapter is devoted to the feat of the signalman. I found these lines.
"Putilov falls into the snow,
But he manages to fall
Cold wire ends
Clamp in numb teeth "
Stalingrad land was pitted with explosions of shells, mines and was a gray mess of snow and earth. The fighting continued fierce, the heroism of the Russian soldiers did not subside. To some extent, their courage was supported by the release of a front-line newspaper, combat leaflets, one of them was dedicated to our fellow countryman. “Stalingrader, be steadfast, like Matvey Putilov!” - this was stated in one of the leaflets. It was also in the Polivanovsky archive. At school No. 3 of the district center, there was a circle "Memory", organized by a journalist. Schoolchildren collected material about the Khanty-Mansiysk front-line soldiers, including Putilov, made inquiries to the military registration and enlistment offices and military units. Svetlana recalls how in the 8th grade they went to Volgograd, visited Mamaev Kurgan and laid flowers at the foot of the memorial and the grave of Matvey.
The feat of Matvey is also captured in a huge panorama dedicated to the Battle of Stalingrad. The calculation of artillerymen at the firing gun, the commander through binoculars, looking at enemy positions, the orderlies carrying the wounded. And in the center on the snow lies the dead Matvey, who passed telephone signals through his body. The front-line soldiers say that Matvey could not have died, not to restore communication at the cost of his life, all the same, the orderlies would have picked him up, and no one would have considered his act cowardly. But Matthew could not do otherwise. Brought up in the spirit of patriotism, serving military duty, at the last moment of his life he thought not about himself, much less about posthumous glory. He thought about the Motherland.
Reader:
Do you remember, Alyosha, the roads of the Smolensk region,
How endless, evil rains fell,
How weary women carried krinki to us,
Pressing, like children, from the rain to their chest,
How they furtively wiped away the tears,
As after us they whispered: - Lord save you! -
And again they called themselves soldiers,
As it was the old tradition in great Russia.
Measured by tears more often than miles,
There was a path, on the hillocks hiding from the eyes:
Villages, villages, villages with graveyards,
As if all of Russia had converged on them,
As if behind every Russian outskirts,
Protecting the living with the cross of their hands,
Having come together with the whole world, our great-grandfathers pray
For their unbelieving grandchildren in God.
You know, probably, after all, the Motherland -
Not a city house, where I lived festively,
And these country roads that grandfathers passed,
With simple crosses of their Russian graves.
I don't know about you, but me with the village
Road melancholy from village to village,
With a widow's tear and a woman's song
For the first time the war on country roads brought.
Do you remember, Alyosha: a hut near Borisov,
For the dead weeping girlish cry,
A gray-haired old woman in a plush cloak,
All in white, as if dressed for death, an old man.
Well, what can we say to them, how could we console them?
But, understanding grief with his woman's instinct,
Do you remember, the old woman said: - Dear,
As long as you go, we'll be waiting for you.
"We will wait for you!" the pastures told us.
"We will wait for you!" the forests said.
You know, Alyosha, at night it seems to me
That their voices follow me.
According to Russian customs, only conflagrations
On Russian soil scattered behind,
Comrades were dying before our eyes
In Russian, tearing the shirt on the chest.
Bullets with you still have mercy on us.
But, believing three times that life is all,
I was still proud of the sweetest,
For the bitter land where I was born
For the fact that I was bequeathed to die on it,
That the Russian mother gave birth to us,
That, seeing us off to battle, a Russian woman
In Russian, she hugged me three times.
(K. Simonov, 1941)
A woman comes out, approaches everyone, hugs, kisses, whispers: Son, come back, dear, how will I be without you? I've cried my eyes out, etc. (lights candles).
There is a poem "Wait for me"
Wait for me and I will come back.
Just wait a lot
Wait for sadness
yellow rain,
Wait for the snow to come
Wait when it's hot
Wait when others are not expected
Forgetting yesterday.
Wait when from distant places
Letters will not come
Wait until you get bored
To all who are waiting together.
Wait for me and I will come back,
don't wish well
To everyone who knows by heart
It's time to forget.
Let the son and mother believe
That there is no me
Let friends get tired of waiting
They sit by the fire
Drink bitter wine
For the soul...
Wait. And along with them
Don't rush to drink.
Wait for me and I will come back,
All deaths out of spite.
Who did not wait for me, let him
He will say: - Lucky.
Do not understand those who did not wait for them,
Like in the middle of a fire
Waiting for your
You saved me
How I survived, we will know
Only you and I -
You just knew how to wait
Like no one else.
"We are the echo" - waltz.
C C says a few words (blow out the candles)
Readers (elementary school):
Remember! Through the centuries, through the years - remember! …
Remember! Through the centuries, through the years - remember!
About those who will never come again - remember!
Do not Cry! Keep moans, bitter moans in your throat.
Be worthy of the memory of the fallen! Forever worthy!
Bread and song, dream and poems, spacious life,
Every second, every breath, be worthy!
People! As long as hearts are beating, remember!
At what cost is happiness won, please remember!
Sending your song into flight - remember!
About those who will never sing - remember!
Tell your children about them so that they remember!
Tell the children of children about them so that they also remember!
At all times of the immortal Earth, remember!
Leading ships to the twinkling stars - remember the dead!
Meet the quivering spring, people of the Earth.
Kill the war, curse the war, people of Earth!
Carry the dream through the years and fill it with life! ..
But about those who will never come again - I conjure - remember!
(R. Rozhdestvensky)
Musical and poetic composition for May 9 "I met you, war"
There is a screen on the stage.
Musical signal "Get up, huge country!"
Blackout, backdrop - red lighting.
The second signal is the slide “The motherland is calling!”
The third signal is the exit of the group.
The fourth signal - the ramp is turned on, there is a blue light on the stage, the gun is working.
1st presenter. Do you remember this day?
2nd host. I don't remember, I was born in 1998.
3rd host. Me in 1999.
4th leader. Me in 2000...
1. We don’t know anything about the war, but we heard about it, we couldn’t help but hear it, because this war came to every house, to every family then, back in 1941!
On the text is the output of the main composition of the musical group. They are in pilots. The melody of a song of the war years sounded.
To music:
1st leader.
forties, fatal,
military and frontline
Where are the funeral notices
And echelon noises,
Rolled rails hum.
Spacious. Cold. High.
And fire victims, fire victims
Wandering from west to east...
2nd leader.
And this is me at the station
In your dirty earflap,
Where is the asterisk restless,
And cut out of a can.
3rd leader.
Yes, this is me in the world,
Thin, cheerful and perky,
And I have tobacco in a pouch,
And I have a type-setting mouthpiece,
And I'm joking with the girl
And I limp more than necessary.
And I break the solder in two,
And I understand everything.
4th leader.
How it was! How did it coincide?
War, trouble, dream and youth!
And it all sunk into me
And only then I woke up!
1st leader.
forties, fatal,
Lead, gunpowder...
War walks in Russia,
And we are so young!
2nd host. I met you, war! I have big bruises on my palms. Noise in my head. I want to sleep. Do you want to wean me from everything I'm used to? Do you want to teach me to obey you unquestioningly? Commander's cry - run, execute; roar deafeningly: “Yes”, fall, crawl, fall asleep on the go. The rustling of a mine - burrow into the ground, dig it with your nose, arms, legs, without feeling fear, without thinking ... friends die - dig a grave, pour earth, shoot into the sky - three times. I have already learned a lot. Like I'm not hungry. Like I'm not cold. Like I don't feel sorry for anyone...
3rd leader.
forties, fatal,
Lead, gunpowder...
War walks in Russia,
And we are so young!
4th leader. War walks in Russia,
All. We die young!
Change of mise-en-scène - break of sound.
1st presenter. This is my last letter. Today is the 6th day of the war, we were left alone - me and Pashka, we are sitting in a mutilated tank, the heat is terrible ...
2nd host. I'm dying tomorrow, mommy. You lived 50, and I only - 22. Oh, how you want to live, mommy!
3rd leader. They found me by a cornfield with a bloody hole in my forehead and seven bayonet piercings, and this letter in my pocket. (Gives the letter.)
4th leader. Maruska, daughter, grow up happy and do not be afraid of anything, because your folder will definitely drive these fascists from our land. I kiss you very, very hard... I used to teach in Ulyanovsk, then I defended Stalingrad, and I died near Orel. (Gives the letter.)
1st presenter. Next year we will all get together again: the folder, and I, and you and your grandmother, then there will be something to talk about. We will drink tea with cherry jam - your favorite - talk, talk ... I didn’t have to, I had 3 months to live until 20 (Gives the letter.)
2nd leader. Today, by order of the People's Commissar, I was awarded a new military rank. Meet me now as a senior lieutenant... I only had a chance to be a senior lieutenant for 4 days. (Gives the letter.)
3rd host. I met you, war! I have unhealed abrasions on my palms. Noise in my head. I want to sleep. Do you want to wean me from everything I'm used to? Do you want to teach me to obey you unquestioningly? Make me afraid of you?! Will not work! I can do anything, I can handle anything. But in your opinion, there will be no war! And you yourself will not be! Because we will defeat you!
The song "Clouds" by V. Egorov is performed with a guitar and violin, a pantomime group is working - 10 people: 5 girls and 5 boys. Construction - exit with a "wedge": 1st diagonal - girls with triangle envelopes, 2nd diagonal - boys with candles.
Grasses are raging above the ground,
the clouds float like peahens,
And one thing, that's what's on the right -
And I don't need fame.
Nothing is needed anymore
me and those floating nearby,
We would live - and the whole reward,
we would live
we would live
we would live.
And we're floating in the sky...
And the smoke above the father's roof
all paler, paler and higher,
Scarves and candles are taken out of the envelopes and waved upwards.
This pain won't go away
Where are you, living water?
Oh, why, why is there a war,
oh why
oh why
oh why
Why are we being killed?
Past tears, smiles past
Clouds float over the world
Their army did not thin out,
And they have no limits...
Group restructuring.
1st presenter. Do you remember this day?
2nd host. I remember, although I was born in 1993.
3rd leader. And I remember even though I'm only 15.
4th presenter. And I!
Two heads and six legs; four walk, and two lie still
Self-esteem - what is it: concept, structure, types and levels
Cassandra's Path, or Pasta Adventures War on Earth and Underground