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Musical and poetic evening "Roads of War", dedicated to the 70th anniversary of the Victory
Musical and poetic evening« Roads of war» , dedicated to the 70th anniversary of the Victory.
Ignatenko Natalya Vladimirovna
Purpose of the event: getting to know musical and poetic works on a military theme.
Event objectives:
1. To cultivate a sense of patriotism, respect for the past of their people, love for the Fatherland.
2. Expand children's ideas about the events of the Great Patriotic War wars and the fate of the people of wartime.
3. Contribute to the development of the emotional-sensual sphere of preschoolers and their parents.
4. Develop the creative abilities of older preschoolers.
Event progress
Presenter 1. Good afternoon, Dear friends!
One of the biggest, exciting holidays of our country is approaching - the Day of victories. Today we are holding musical and poetry evening, dedicated 70th Anniversary victories. In honor of the heroes war people compose poems erect monuments, sing songs. Today we will also remember poems and songs about war.
(to the song "Sacred war» words by V. Lebedev - Kumach, music A. Aleksandrova, children enter the group)
Presenter 2. Seventy-four years ago, mortal danger hung over our Motherland. In the early morning, when everyone was still sleeping sweetly, the German troops treacherously, without announcing wars attacked our country. The Nazis wanted to finish war with a clear victory. German troops bombed our cities and villages from aircraft, shot with tanks and cannons. They destroyed everything in their path. All: both old and young stood up to defend their country. War this one was terrible and cruel, which lasted four years. It is too long! The men went to fight and women continued to work day and night in factories and factories: they sewed overcoats, knitted warm mittens, socks, raised and baked bread.
Presenter 1. The lines from the song that was now sounding became the anthem of the Soviet people. This is the very first war song that helped everyone to believe in victory united everyone, gave them courage and strength.
Presenter 2. The whole country is preparing for the Day victories, to the 70th anniversary of the end of the Great Patriotic wars over Nazi Germany. Every year on May 9, the whole country celebrates this great holiday - victory in WWII. It was on this day that WWII ended. This everyone was waiting for victory.
The guys are just - just starting to learn about this Great holiday, but they can already firmly and confidently answer the question "What is a day victories?» so, for example, as Nastya will do it now.
1. Verse "What is a day victories?»
2. Poem about the day Victory will be read by Kira
Presenter 1. There is not a single family in our country that would be bypassed war. Great happiness was the return home of fathers, sons, brothers, husbands. Listen to Agnia Barto's poem "Returned..." which Elisha will read to us.
3. A poem by Agnia Barto "Returned..."
Host 2. Poetry and wartime music is, of course same, poetry and about love. It was this high feeling, faith in a loved one, expectation of news from him, hope for a meeting that helped the Russian soldier to endure, not lose heart and, finally, survive. And a perfect example of this is our favorite song "Katyusha". Also, this name was given to the formidable secret weapon of our country, which terrified the German invaders.
Power "Katyusha" led the soldiers forward
Listen to the battle song
What people have said about her.
4. Song "Katyusha" performed by children and parents.
Presenter 1. We gratefully remember our warriors, defenders who defended the world in a fierce battle. They did not spare themselves, stood to the death, fought to the last strength for every city, for every village, for every street. Our soldiers fought fearlessly, enduring the exhausting summer heat, winter frosts, autumn slush and drizzling rain. Forward, only forward! After all, the soldiers defended their home, their family, their homeland, so that we now live under a peaceful sky.
5. Poem "Let the children not know wars» Varya will tell.
Poem "I play with soldiers" Tatyana Shapiro will be told by Misha.
Presenter 2. Many works about the Second World War tell about the heroism of children wars, about the boys who helped our soldiers, went to reconnaissance.
6. Poems by A. Tvardovsky "Tankman's Tale" read by the teacher.
Presenter 1. For four long years we walked along the roads of war soldiers. They saw destroyed cities and burned villages. But retribution inexorably overtook the enemy. Our soldiers went to victory, inch by inch, freeing their native land. The enemy was defeated. May 9, 1945 - a document was signed in Berlin on victory Soviet people over Nazi Germany. The Great Patriotic War war, which the Soviet people waged against the German invaders, ended with the Great victory.
Every year there are fewer and fewer veterans, people who survived war. Now we will watch a video report of a WWII veteran, Misha's great-grandfather.
Video report.
Poem, dedicated to veterans read by Matthew.
7. Poems about the Day Victory was prepared by Nikita, Artem and Sasha.
Presenter 2. The Great Patriotic War goes further into history war. But there are new songs about war, written by poets and composers who did not lie in the trenches, did not freeze in dugouts, did not go on the attack. One of these songs is the song written by composer David Tukhmanov and poet Vladimir Kharitonov “Day victories". This song immediately became one of the most famous, most popular songs about war. And now, for almost the fourth decade, it has been sounding and, probably, it will always sound for many years, especially on the day about which it is sung.
8. The song sounds "Day victories» performed by all participants evenings.
Lead 1. For a big holiday "Day victories» cities of the Russian Federation are decorated with elegant symbols. During the holiday, you can see people with St. George's ribbon. Sometimes, ribbons can be seen on cars, bags, instead of ribbons in the hair. Does anyone know what it means?
Lead 2. "George Ribbon"- public action for the distribution of symbolic ribbons, dedicating day celebration victories in the Great Patriotic war. According to the organizers, the main goal of the action “was the desire at all costs not to let the new generations forget who and at what cost won victory in the most terrible war of the last century whose heirs we remain, what and whom we should be proud of, who to remember. The action is held under the slogan: “Tie it. If you remember!, "I remember! I'm proud!".
Presenter 1. There are many important words in the world - Mom, Motherland, happiness. And there is one more important word - WORLD! WORLD is the Earth, the world is people, the world is children. The world is a calm and joyful life. Not wars, no grief and tears. Everyone needs the world! Peace will be when all people on our planet will be friends. Our people endured all the horrors of this wars for so that there is Peace on Earth, so that people live in harmony with each other. Unfortunately, even now in some corners of the earth there is a cruel war, but, we think, people will never come to terms with this, they will fight for Peace.
9. Poems about the world and the peaceful sky will be read by Alina, Emilia, Yaroslav.
Presenter 2. Centuries will pass, and the unfading glory of the valiant defenders of the Motherland will forever live in the memory of the peoples of the world as an example of courage and heroism. So rejoice in the sun, love life and do good!
10. The song sounds "Let there always be sunshine" performed by children.
Lead 1. The war changed everything,turned everything upside down: plans, destinies, people's lives collapsed. At this time, a person begins to understand his significance, to feel an extraordinary spiritual uplift, he tries to do everything that only he can do, even if it costs his life.
11. Poems about the Great Day Victory will read Vic, Dima.
Lead 2. Many soldiers did not return home with that wars. They died defending their homeland. We will never forget the heroes: no matter how many years pass, the descendants will always carefully keep the memory of their grandfathers and fathers and thank them for defending the world in the name of our bright life! In order for people to remember the Great feat of their people, monuments and obelisks stand in all cities and villages, the Eternal Flame is lit.
12. The song sounds "Over the grave in a quiet park" performed by children.
Presenter 1. 70 years have passed since the Great Day victories. But even now people remember war, dedicate poems and songs to that difficult time, to those heroes who gave their lives for our future.
13. The song sounds "The cinema is on, the platoon is fighting" performed by children against the background of a video presentation.
Our creative the evening comes to an end, we propose to continue with tea under wartime music.
Related publications:
"Roads of Victory" Scenario of the propaganda team dedicated to the 70th Victory Dear colleagues, now in every preschool institution, they are preparing to celebrate a big event - the 70th Victory Day. Of course, our team.
The feat of educators during the Great Patriotic War. Scenario of a musical and literary composition for the 70th anniversary of the Victory In the center of the hall there are three teachers with three children. Each of them is busy with something: they draw, read, play with a doll, etc. In the corner of the hall.
Musical and literary evening dedicated to the 70th anniversary of the Victory Day. Senior group. Purpose: to acquaint children with the historical past of our country (the Great Patriotic War). Tasks: continue to educate patriotic children in children.
Musical and poetic evening "Roads of War", dedicated to the 70th anniversary of the Victory Musical and poetic evening "Roads of War", dedicated to the 70th anniversary of the Victory. Authors: Krainova Nadezhda Nikolaevna, Ignatenko Natalya Vladimirovna.
Scenario of a poetry evening
Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky
year 2012.
Explanatory note.
Learning goal: to give an overview of the poetry of the Great Patriotic War; to show that poetry, as the most operational genre, combined high patriotic feelings with deeply personal experiences of the lyrical hero.
Educational goal: the formation of a sense of patriotism in students.
Tasks:
Development of emotional and aesthetic perception of reality.
Improving the skills of expressive reading of lyrical works.
Familiarization with the pages of the history of the Fatherland, the formation of a sense of love for their homeland and a sense of respect for its defenders.
Equipment: records of songs of the war years, poetry collections, portraits of poets, illustrations, video recording of a feature film, presentation. Information technologies are used.
The scenario of the event was prepared in 2011. The relevance of the musical and poetic event lies in the need to form and develop a sense of patriotism among students who will become workers in the educational sphere in the future.
The scenario may be relevant during the period of events dedicated to the "Defenders of the Fatherland Day", and during the preparation for the "Victory Day".
The material was prepared for a musical and poetic evening with high school students, as well as students of secondary vocational schools.
Scenario of the holiday "Lyrics of the war years", dedicated to the Day of Defender of the Fatherland
Solemn fanfare
Teacher 1: On February 23, our country will celebrate a big public holiday - "Defender of the Fatherland Day"!
Teacher 1: On this day, I would like to remember not only the heroes who died on the fronts of the Great Patriotic War, the heroes of modern times, but also the poets who did not come from the battlefields. Our literary and musical evening is dedicated to the lyrics of the war years.
Teacher 2: Let's remember the harsh pages of the history of our country in the 40s of the XX century.
June 22 at exactly 4 o'clock
Kyiv was bombed
We were announced
that the war started
Teacher 1: The peaceful life of people was interrupted. Dreams, love, happiness - everything was scorched by the fire of a cruel, bloody war.
Get up, great country,
Stand up for the death fight
With dark fascist power,
With the damned horde!
Teacher 2: Carefree peaceful life was replaced by military everyday life; 4 years of war. 1418 days of unprecedented military feat. 1418 days of blood and death, pain and bitterness of loss, death of the best sons and daughters of Russia.
A student reads a poem by Bulat Okudzhava:
Oh, war, what have you done, vile:
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 - for a soldier of soldiers
Goodbye. Boys!
Boys
Try to get back!
No, don't hide, be tall
Spare neither bullets nor grenades,
And don't spare yourself
But still try to go back!
Teacher 1: Bulat Shalvovich Okudzhava
Teacher 2: Poetry was the most operational, the most popular genre of the war years. It was poetry that expressed people's need for truth, without which a sense of responsibility for their country is impossible.
The student reads the poem "He was buried in the globe of the earth."
He was buried in the globe of the earth,
And he was just a soldier
In total, friends, a simple soldier,
Without titles and awards.
He is like a mausoleum earth -
For a million centuries
And the Milky Ways are dusty
Around him from the sides.
Clouds sleep on the red slopes,
Snowstorms are sweeping,
Heavy thunder rumbles
The winds are taking off.
The battle is long over...
By the hands of all friends
The guy is put in the globe of the earth,
It's like being in a mausoleum...
June 1944
Teacher 1: Beginning poets - students of the Literary Institute. Gorky, IFLI, Moscow University - Mikhail Kulchitsky, Pavel Kogan, Nikolai Mayorov, Vsevolod Bagritsky, as if anticipating their fate and the fate of the country, wrote about the upcoming severe trials that the war would inevitably bring. In their poems, the motif of sacrifice sounds.
Teacher 2: This eighteen-year-old Pavel Kogan owns the famous words: “I didn’t like the oval from childhood / I drew a corner from childhood” (1936). He also wrote the poem “Star”:
My bright star.
My old pain
Trains bring cinders
Far, wormwood.
From other people's steppes.
Where is the beginning now
All my beginnings and days
And longing moorings.
How many letters carried September.
How many bright letters
Okay - earlier, but at least
Now hurry up.
Darkness in the field. In the field of horror -
Autumn over Russia.
I get up, I get up
To dark blue windows.
Darkness. Deaf. Darkness. Silence.
old alarm
teach me to carry
Courage on the road
teach me always
The goal is to see through the distance.
Satisfy my star
All my sorrows
Darkness. Deaf.
Trains
Gar is carried by wormwood.
My homeland, Star.
My pain is old.
Teacher 1: Now you will watch an episode from the film directed by N. Lebedev, based on the story by E. Kazakevich "Star"
Discussion.
Teacher 2: Young poets went to war, many of them did not return. There remained talented poems, promises of a bright creative life, which ended at the front.
Already on the third day of the war, a song was created that became a symbol of the unity of the people in the fight against the enemy - "Holy War" to the verses of V. Lebedev-Kumach.
This song awakened the spirit of patriotism, its solemn, full of energy words and music raised the people to defend their homeland, the war was called "people's" and "sacred", the song called for responsibility for the fate of the country. This song has become a kind of anthem for the defense of the Fatherland. The song gained mass popularity on the fronts of the Great Patriotic War and maintained a high morale among the troops, especially in heavy defensive battles.
Teacher 1: Writers also felt this responsibility keenly: 941 of them went to the front. 417 of them did not return. At the front, they were not only war correspondents, they were war workers: artillerymen, tankers, infantrymen, sailors.
Why is poetry necessary for people?
Poetry appealed to the soul of every person, conveyed his thoughts, feelings, instilled faith and hope. Poetry was not afraid of the truth, even bitter and cruel.
Teacher 2: September 1941. The enemy approached the capital. The best sons of Russia, at the cost of great sacrifices, at the cost of thousands of lives, defended Moscow, threw back the fascist hordes from their beloved city.
The song of V. Basner sounds on the verses of M. Matusovsky performed by students:
Smoked a grove under the mountain
And the sunset burned with her
There were only three of us left.
Out of eighteen guys.
How many of them. Good friends.
Lying left in the dark
At an unfamiliar village
At an unnamed height.
Glowing, falling rocket,
Like a burning star
Who has ever seen this
He will never forget.
He won't forget, won't forget
Those furious attacks -
At an unfamiliar village.
At an unnamed height.
Teacher 1: A poem by Vladislav Zanadvorov (1914-1942), a geologist and poet who died near Stalingrad.
A student reads a poem
You don't know, my son, what war is!
It's not a smoky battlefield at all
It's not even death, not courage. She is
In each drop finds its expression.
It's just dugout sand day after day
Yes, blinding flashes of night shelling;
This is a headache that hurts the temple;
This is my youth that has decayed in the trenches;
These are dirty, broken rut roads;
Homeless stars of trench nights;
These are my blood-washed letters,
What is written crookedly on the stock of rifles;
This is the short last dawn in life
Over broken ground. And just as an ending -
Under the bursts of shells, under the flashes of grenades -
Selfless death on the battlefield.
Teacher 2: Indeed, poetry was not afraid of the truth. She tied the belligerents and those who remained in captivity. War is often portrayed not as a feat, not as heroism, but as a test of humanity, just like life, albeit incredibly difficult. Poet Nikolai Starshinov. He was discharged after being seriously wounded in 1944, and he became a classic “front-line poet”, the main theme of his work is the memory of the war (“I have been wearing your fragments for more than forty years”).
Student:
Rocket green lights
They slashed at pale faces.
Lower your head
And, like crazy, do not get under the bullets.
Order: "Forward."
Team: Get up.
I'm waking up my friend again.
And someone called his own mother,
And someone remembered someone else.
When, breaking oblivion,
The guns were screaming
No one shouted: "For Russia! ..",
And they went and died for her.
N. Starshinov
Teacher 1: Yulia Vladimirovna Drunina, a famous Russian poetess, went through the entire war as an ordinary soldier. As she says about herself: "I do not come from childhood - from the war."
“During my school years, I was, so to speak, a priestess of pure art. She wrote only about love, mostly unearthly, about nature, of course exotic, although she never traveled anywhere further than the suburban suburbs of Moscow. Castles, knights, beautiful ladies mixed with cowboys, stripes, pampas and tavern bastards are a cocktail of Blok, Mine Reed and Yesenin. All this peacefully coexisted in these terrible verses. We came to the front straight from childhood. Gypsies, cowboys, pampas with stripes, and beautiful ladies were immediately blown out of my poems, like the wind.
A student reads a poem by Yu. Drunina "I do not come from childhood - from the war"
And that's probably why it's more expensive.
Than you, I appreciate the joy of silence,
And every new day that I live.
I do not come from childhood - from the war.
Once, breaking through the partisan path,
I realized forever that we should
Be kind to any timid path.
I do not come from childhood - From the war.
And maybe that's why it's more unprotected:
The hearts of the veterans are burned,
And you have rough hands.
I do not come from childhood - From the war.
Forgive me - It's not my fault
Student:
***
I've only seen melee once.
Once - in reality, and a thousand - in a dream.
Who says that war is not scary,
He knows nothing about the war.
Student: "I left my childhood in a dirty car"
I left my childhood in a dirty car,
In the infantry echelon, in the sanitary platoon,
Distant breaks listened and did not listen
Accustomed to everything forty-first year.
I left school for damp dugouts,
From the beautiful Lady to "mother" and "rewind".
Because the name is closer than Russia, could not be found.
A student reads a poem "Uncompressed rye swings"
The rye is swaying uncompressed.
Soldiers are walking along it.
We walk and we are girls,
Similar to guys.
No, it's not the huts that are burning -
That my youth is on fire
Girls go to war
Similar to guys
Teacher 2: Soldiers, defenders of their Fatherland, have passed a terrible path.
Female soldiers: mothers, sisters, wives, loved ones How many hardships and labors fell to their lot in these terrible years of the war. Waiting for a son, brother, husband from the war But at the same time raising children, growing bread, standing to exhaustion at the bench, and many fought alongside men.
A student reads a poem by Alexander Kochetkov "The Ballad of a Smoky Carriage"
Teacher: The main thing was the desire to preserve the Motherland. Everyone went to the Great Day - Victory Day. And everyone believed that this day would come. The prophecy of the poet A. Surkov is amazing:
***
Time tested us with lead and fire,
Steel nerves to match the iron.
We will win. And we'll be back. And we will return the joy.
And we can make up for everything.
It's not for nothing that vague dreams come to us
About a happy and sunny land.
After the long misfortunes of an unfriendly spring
A dazzling May is waiting for us. (1942)
Teacher 2:
But to this day, the people walked the difficult path of inhuman efforts, trials, grief and tears. And yet the long-awaited day has come. Victory Day is a day of national rejoicing, joy, but joy with tears in our eyes. And we must thank the defenders of the Fatherland, those who gave their lives for their Motherland.
A significant day for our country is not only Victory Day, but also February 23 - Defender of the Fatherland Day.
Literature
Vladimirova E. Scenarios of school holidays, competitions, games, conversations and materials for class hours for 9th grade students. Let's fill our hearts with joy. - Rostov n / a: "Phoenix", 2001. - 224 p.
Music teacher MOU secondary school No. 37 p. Balakirevo -
Scenario of the literary and musical evening dedicated to
Victory in the Great Patriotic War.
(There should be two hosts of the evening. They conduct a dialogue with each other on the topic of the Great Patriotic War. Each one reads poems in turn one stanza. At the very beginning, the presenters in ordinary clothes sit at a school desk with a history textbook, reading a paragraph about the Great Patriotic War.)
- WAR is such a short and such a terrible word.
- It contains blood, tears and suffering, and even life! Over 20 million human lives!
What do we know about the war?
I never heard a shot
And I did not have to see the explosions ...
According to books, yes, according to films, according to stories -
I know very little about the war.
I can hear the sound of crutches.
I see a woman standing stooping
The monument to the fallen is covered in snow.
And behind the wall the old woman often cries,
And my father groans in a disturbing dream...
I understand what it all means
I know very little about the war.
- Our evening is dedicated to the Great Patriotic War. This war will never leave the memory of generations, and we must remember the feat of our grandfathers and great-grandfathers.
- A feat is a great, disinterested impulse of the soul, in which a person gives himself to people, sacrificing everything, even his own life.
- There is a feat of one person, hundreds, thousands. And there is a feat of the People. When the People rises to defend the Fatherland, its honor, dignity and freedom.
- Such a feat was accomplished by the Soviet People during the Great Patriotic War. With all its great state, with the destinies of everyone and everyone, the Russian People stood up to fight against the treacherous enemy, the blackest power XX century - fascism.
Not burned by the forties,
Hearts rooted in silence
Of course, we look through different eyes
To your sick war.
We know from confused, difficult stories
About the bitter victorious path,
Therefore, at least our mind must
Expensive suffering to pass.
And we have to figure it out ourselves
In the pain that the world has endured.
Of course, we look with different eyes
The same, full of tears.
- Today we will try to go a part of the path that our people went through during that terrible war.
(The hosts leave and change into military uniforms from the times of the Great Patriotic War, at the end of Levitan’s words they leave and are already standing until the end of the evening, occasionally moving from one end of the stage to the other.)
(Levitan's message about the beginning of the war sounds)
- The border guards were the first to defend the Motherland.
- They, like people, keep the memory of everything that was on this earth.
“They remember the bloody dawn of the first morning of the war.
-June 22, 1941 at dawn, the Nazi invaders unleashed a flurry of gunfire on the fortress. They were sure that the suddenness of the attack would allow them to take the fortress on the move.
- But the enemy miscalculated! Faithful to duty and oath, the garrison did not flinch... Until the twentieth of July, the last defenders of the fortress fought in the deep rear of the enemy.
NO, IT DID NOT SURRENDER, THE FORTRESS DID NOT FALL, IT bled out.
We are from there, from Brest!
Where the earth has turned into a semi-liquid mess!
We are from there, from Brest!
Where the war is burning! Where shells have no place
Only bodies and bodies...
We are from there, from Brest! The war took us all!
(Sounds of the song Holy War))
- With this song at the stations of Moscow, relatives and friends escorted the soldiers to a mortal battle with fascism. The soulful words and majestic melody of the song sounded almost like a military oath.
- In the song "Holy War" one can hear the voice of people's anger and that rightness, before which a cruel enemy is powerless.
This song has become like a national anthem. Words calling for battle were repeated both at the front and in the rear.
- Yes, and now, the "Holy War" is known to everyone and is a symbol of our Victory.
- War and song: what can be common?
- It would seem that the hardships and sufferings of wartime leave no room for songs ...
- And, nevertheless, the song always accompanied the soldier on a campaign and at a halt, and sometimes in battle.
The song was heartbreaking:
She led to a mortal battle,
To smash the enemy to this song,
Defending the Motherland.
(The song “Birds don’t sing here!”)
- B. Okudzhava wrote this song after the war for the film "Belarusian Station", but it conveys the spirit of that time very well.
- Another heroic milestone of the war - Leningrad ...
- A hero-city, whose people were subjected to continuous bombardments for 900 days and nights, froze, starved, died ...
-Together with residents of suburban areas, 2 million 887 thousand people, including about 400 thousand children, found themselves in the blockade ring.
Oh yes - they couldn't
neither those fighters, nor those drivers,
when the trucks were driving
across the lake to the hungry city.
The cold steady light of the moon
the snows are shining brightly
and from the glass height
clearly visible to the enemy
columns below.
And the sky howls, howls,
and the air whistles, and gnashes,
breaking under bombs, ice,
and the lake splashes into funnels.
But enemy bombing is worse
even more painful and angrier -
forty degree cold,
dominating the earth.
It seemed that the sun would not rise.
Forever night in frozen stars
forever lunar snow and ice,
and blue whistling air.
It seemed like the end of the earth...
But through the cooled planet
cars went to Leningrad:
he is still alive. He's around somewhere.
To Leningrad, to Leningrad!
There's bread left for two days,
there mothers under dark skies
crowd at the bakery stand,
and tremble, and are silent, and wait,
listen anxiously:
- By dawn, they said they would bring ...
- Citizens, you can hold on ... -
And it was like this: all the way
rear car settled.
The driver jumped up, the driver on the ice.
- Well, it is - the motor is stuck.
Repair for five minutes, a trifle.
This breakdown is not a threat,
yes, do not unbend your hands in any way:
they were frozen on the steering wheel.
Slightly razognesh - again reduce.
Stand? What about bread? Wait for others?
And bread - two tons? He will save
sixteen thousand Leningraders.-
And now - in the gasoline of his hand
moistened, set fire to them from the motor,
and the repair went fast.
in the burning hands of the driver.
Forward! How the blisters ache
frozen to the mittens of the palm.
But he will deliver the bread, bring
sixteen thousand mothers
rations will be received at dawn -
one hundred twenty five blockade grams
with fire and blood in half.
... Oh, we knew in December -
not for nothing called the "sacred gift"
ordinary bread, and grave sin -
at least throw a crumb to the ground:
with such human suffering,
so much brotherly love
sanctified for us from now on,
our daily bread, Leningrad.
- In besieged Leningrad, near Moscow and Stalingrad, and on the Kursk Bulge, the battle song did not stop, because it strengthened army cohesion and front-line friendship.
(The song "Let's smoke" is performed)
- The Battle of Moscow is the first victorious battle of the Great Patriotic War.
- It was at the walls of Moscow that the Germans lost their "blitzkrieg", and the Soviet Army, having stood in the hardest battles, began its offensive against such a distant Berlin.
- Here in the harsh snows of the Moscow region on the 20th kilometer of the Minsk highway in November 1941, the song "In the dugout" was born. Its author, Alexander Surkov, did not write songs on purpose, he simply wrote a letter, told his wife where he was.
(The song "In the dugout" is performed)
- The dugout was a home for a fighter. Our soldiers never succumbed to despondency. And in the intervals between battles, on halts, in dugouts, songs and jokes sounded.
A light smokes in a tin,
Smoke shag pillar ...
Five fighters are sitting in a dugout
And who dream about what.
In silence and at rest
Dreaming is not a sin.
Here is one fighter with longing,
Squinting his eyes, he said: "Eh!"
And fell silent, the second swung,
Suppressed a long sigh
Tasty smoke dragged on
And with a smile he said: "Oh!"
"Yes," replied the third, taking
For mending a shoe
And the fourth, dreaming,
Bassed in response: "Aha!"
"I can't sleep, no urine! -
The fifth said the soldier. -
Well, what are you, brothers, by the night
Talking about the girls!"
(Eduard Asadov)
- The song “Spark”, written by Mikhail Blanter to the verses of Mikhail Isakovsky in 1943, became truly folk, filled with the nagging sadness of a fighter.
- The poetic image of the "light" on the window has turned into a huge and inspirational symbol - our light has not gone out, it will never go out.
(The song "Spark" is performed)
- The Battle of Kursk occupies a special place in the Great Patriotic War. It lasted 50 days and nights, from July 5 to August 23, 1943.
- In its bitterness and perseverance, this battle is unparalleled.
- More than 4 million people, 69 thousand guns and mortars, more than 13 thousand tanks, about 12 thousand combat aircraft participated in it from both sides.
- The crushing defeat of the Nazi troops on the Kursk Bulge and the subsequent withdrawal of Soviet troops to the Dnieper completed a radical turning point in the course of the Great Patriotic War.
- People knew that war is an abyss, it is death ...
- But mothers, wives, sisters were waiting for their veterans.
- They waited, even if the "funeral" came.
- Waited, hoped and wrote letters.
(Here a girl enters the stage, sits down at her desk and begins to write a letter on a piece of paper, and one of the presenters reads the poem below. When the poem is read, the girl gets up, folds the letter with an airplane and releases it into the hall to the audience. At this time, the presenters can move across the stage to another location.)
This little white leaf
I send to the dugout to you,
So that these lines could
Often think about me in battle,
Showing no mercy to the enemy
So that, sometimes being in a dugout,
I knew: I save your love,
I remember you every hour.
I know that you despise death
For the sake of our love with you,
And I want to take a look
To your dear features.
But, darling, the war is roaring,
The enemy prowls through the expanses of his native,
And our love, our destiny
Tested in the smoke of war...
Do not grieve, dear hero!
This is what I want to say:
You are far away, but in my heart with you,
I see dear eyes...
The wind will blow my song
To help you in battle.
Remember: the girl believes and waits
And love, and your victory!
- Poems are simple, naive, but how much hope and love are in them!
- Such letters were necessary for the soldier.
- It is no coincidence that the girl Katyusha from the song by Matvey Blanter to the verses of Mikhail Isakovsky became a symbol of loyalty and hope.
(The song "Katyusha" is performed)
- This song was written in the late 30s, when no one thought about the war.
- Spring, flowering gardens, love and fidelity ...
- "Katyusha" personified all the best in life - all that the merciless fascist was trying to destroy.
- Because this song during the war became so popular, and not only in our country. Melody "Katyusha" became the anthem of the Italian partisans!
- With a song about Katyusha, a Russian soldier stood up from the trench with a rifle in his hands - and immediately fell down, struck down by an enemy bullet.
- But the soldier's friends picked up the song and carried it to the attack. It was near Ponyri, on the Kursk Bulge.
- The soldier, who did not finish singing the song, remained lying, covered with earth from the explosion, and lay in the trench for 54 years.
- In the summer of 1997, his remains were found and solemnly buried in a mass grave near an artillery cannon in the village of Teploye.
The soldier got up, but the soldier did not step:
Old mother in a village hut
For a long time it will be bitter tears to shed,
In heavy grief, tear gray whiskey,
Wait and walk around the neighborhood ...
The dead stayed young
No matter how long we live.
- Let's not forget that in the days of the war, the fighters called the Guards multi-barreled mortar "Katyusha" - a formidable weapon that the enemies were afraid of in panic!
- No less popular among the front-line soldiers was Nikita Bogoslovsky's song to the verses of V. Agatov "Dark Night". It usually sounded during rest hours: someone was dozing, someone was quietly starting a song ...
(The song "Dark Night" is performed)
- Frontline songs sounded not only at the front line, but also in the rear, uniting the country into a united front. The song, as it were, stretched a thread between the front and rear, between the front line and home.
- The text of the song "In the forest near the front" belongs to Mikhail Isakovsky, and the music was written by Matvey Blanter.
(The song "In the forest near the front" is performed)
- And when the war ended, the Victory was celebrated with song, and dance, and with what else they could! ..
- Peacetime - what happiness, what joy!
(The song "Victory Day" is performed)
- But Victory is not only joy, but also sorrow.
- How many mothers cried for their sons, how many wives did not wait for their husbands who fell for the freedom and honor of their native land.
- We know at what cost the Victory was won, and we will always remember those who gave their lives for their Motherland.
Not a stone of sorrow, not a stone of glory
not replace a dead soldier.
May the memory of the heroes be eternal.
Remember!
Through the centuries, through the years, -
remember!
About those,
who will never come,
remember!..
Meet the vibrant spring
people of the earth.
Kill the war
curse the war
people of the earth!
Carry the dream through the years
and fill it with life!
But about those
who will never come,
I conjure -
remember!
(The metronome counts down a minute of silence.)
(The song "Cranes" is performed)
Literary lounge "Poems of the war years"
Subject : The Great Patriotic War in the lyrics of contemporaries and post-war poets.
WMC :
Poems of poets Alexander Tvardovsky,IN AND. Lebedev-Kumach, Mikhail Svetlov, Konstantin Simonov, Yulia Drunina, Bulat Okudzhava, Robert Rozhdestvensky, Anna Akhmatova and others.
A slide show specially prepared for this living room, containing general photographs of the war years and war newsreels.
Music and songs of the war years.
Goals :
educational :
teaching creative perception of a lyrical work;
trace the history of the Great Patriotic War, the history of the country through the lyrical works of the war years;
to update and deepen students' knowledge of the Second World War.
Educational :
to develop the cognitive interest of students;
to develop the creative and acting abilities of students.
Nurturing:
instill a sense of patriotism and civic consciousness; feelings of humanism and altruism;
to cultivate a value attitude, respect for the people and events of the Second World War.
Tasks:
Develop reading and acting skills.
Show metasubject connections: literature, history, music.
Participants and spectators of the event - teachers, elementary school students from grades 1 to 4.
The literary lounge is built on the basis of a theatrical performance, artistic reading of poetry by students, musical accompaniment and an exclusive demonstration of a selection of electronic slides about the Second World War. Multimedia accompaniment plays an important role in creating a special atmosphere that brings participants and spectators closer to wartime.
Equipment : Projector, laptop, screen, tape recorder, amplifying speakers.
Scenario
Leading. Sl.1
Today we have gathered with you in this hall to once again talk about the Second World War, about the great Victory, and we will talk about it in a wonderful language, in the language of poetry. It seems that war and poetry are incompatible things, but they are not. From the very first days of the war and until the most victorious May 1945, and to this day, poets have written and continue to write about the war. And these are amazing poems - poignant, tragic and very honest.
On June 22, 1941, on the shortest night of the year, the Germans treacherously invaded the territory of our Motherland. It was summer, the time of holidays, vacations, the country lived its peaceful life.Sl.2 The high school students have just passed their final exams.(Click) And in an instant, everything was broken. Bombs fell on our peaceful cities, the enemy went along our roads, villages, cities, sparing no one, no men, no women, no old people, no children. (W.3) Already on June 24, 1941, a poem by V.I. Lebedev-Kumach "Holy War".
It started like this:
Get up, great country,
Get up for the death fight
With dark fascist power,
With the damned horde.
Soon the composer Aleksandrov wrote music to these verses. And on June 27, the ensemble of the Red Army performed the song for the first time at the Belorussky railway station of the capital in front of the soldiers going to the front.. (Click on the picture)
The song "Holy War" sounds, newsreel footage.
During the war years, this song sounded everywhere. Under her sounds, the first echelons went to the front, she accompanied the soldiers on the march, in military suffering and the hard life of the rear.
She was imbued with a sense of the severity of the trials that befell our people.
The fact that this war will be cruel, that whether a Russian person will remain will depend on its outcome, the Russian people will also be written by Anna Andreevna Akhmatova in her poem “Courage"
We know what's on the scales nowAnd what is happening now.The hour of courage has struck on our clocks,And courage will not leave us.It's not scary to lie dead under the bullets,It is not bitter to be homeless, -And we will save you, Russian speech,Great Russian word.We will carry you free and clean,And we will give to our grandchildren, and we will save from captivityForever!
The enemy rushed forward, the Germans occupied city after city, came close to Moscow, surrounded Leningrad. Our soldiers did not spare their lives, they fought for every meter of their land.(Sk.5)
A mortal battle broke out
endless!Even the deadrevived againthey went out
from damp gravesto help the living
in a fierce battleto take againdeath for the motherland!Whowas weakthen became strong.Who was strongbecame morestronger.And the shocked enemies shouted:"Maybe the Russians
bewitched?!
Burn them with fireand they live!You will pierce themarrow,and they live!You will kill them a hundred timesand they live!And theyliveand fight!"
(R. Rozhdestvensky)
This is how our soldiers fought, because they fought for their homes, for the lives of their children.(W.6) Here is how the poet Konstantin Simonov wrote about it.
The major brought the boy on a gun carriage
.
Mother died. The son did not say goodbye to her.
For ten years in this and that world
These ten days will be credited to him.
He was taken from the fortress, from Brest.
The carriage was scratched by bullets.
It seemed to the father that the place was safer
From now on, there is no child in the world.
The father was wounded and the cannon was broken.
Tied to a shield so as not to fall,
Clutching a sleeping toy to your chest,
The gray-haired boy was sleeping on the gun carriage. (Click)
We went to meet him from Russia.
Waking up, he waved his hand to the troops ...
You say there are others
That I was there and it's time for me to go home ...
You know this grief by hearsay
And it broke our hearts.
Who has seen this boy?
He won't be able to come home.
I must see with the same eyes
With which I cried there, in the dust,
How will that boy come back with us
And kiss a handful of his land.
For everything that we cherished with you,
Called us to fight the military law.
Now my home is not where it used to be
And where he is taken from the boy.
1941
Song "Ballad of a Soldier"
K. Simonov also wrote the following poem, which will be performed today. It's about love. The fact that we won not only thanks to the courage of our soldiers, but also due to the fact that our great-grandmothers knew how to love and wait for their husbands from the front.(W.7)
The poem "Wait for me" by K. 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,
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.
1941
Let's move our minds back to that distant time. The steppe pitted with shells, torn apart by bombs. Evening darkness covered her. With darkness came silence. Stars shine. In the trenches, soldiers straighten their stiff backs, and quiet conversations begin. And then they sing softly. Perhaps this is the song "In the dugout" by Alexei Surkov. “There was a poem from which this song was born, by chance,” the poet recalled. “It was not going to be a song. It didn't even pretend to be a printed poem. These were sixteen "home" lines from a letter to his wife, Sofya Antonovna. But this poem became a song that entered the people's memory as an integral companion of the Great Patriotic War.(W.8)
Song "Zemlyanka"
But women not only waited for men from the front, not only worked in the rear, many of them fought on the front line, were pilots, scouts, nurses who carried wounded soldiers from the battlefields.(W.9)
Yulia Drunina, a seventeen-year-old graduate of one of the Moscow schools, like many of her peers, in 1941 voluntarily went to the front as a soldier in a sanitary platoon. She wrote many poems about the war. Here is one of them:
YOU MUST!
turned pale,
Gritting your teeth to a crunch,
From native trench
One
You have to break away
And parapet
Slip under fire
Should. (Click)
You must.
Even though you're unlikely to come back
Though "Don't you dare!"
Repeats kombat.
Even tanks
(They're made of steel!)
Three steps from the trench
They are burning.
You must.
'Cause you can't pretend
In front of,
What you don't hear in the night
How almost hopeless
"Sister!"(Click)
Someone out there
Under fire, screaming...
But how many fighters died in those battles, how many did not return to their mothers, wives, children. From someone there was not even a grave mound left. Their relatives received terrible news - he went missing.(W.10)
I KILLED UNDER RZHEV
I was killed near Rzhev,
In the nameless swamp
In the fifth company, on the left,
During a violent attack
I didn't hear the break
I didn't see that flash
Right into the abyss from the cliff-
And no bottom, no tire.
And all over this world
Until the end of his days
No buttonholes, no straps
From my tunic.
I am where the roots are blind
Looking for food in the darkness;
I - where with a cloud of dust
Rye walks on the hill;
I am where the cock crow
At dawn on the dew;
I - where are your cars
The air is torn on the highway;
Where blade of grass to blade of grass
A river of grass spins, -
Where for the wake
Even mother won't come.
We dedicate this song to all the dead and missing. The song "Angel flew"
But, despite the terrible losses, we survived! We pushed the enemy back from the walls of Moscow! We were moving forward! The Nazis did not know that not only the army would fight against them, even children would fight against them. About this poem
"Tankman's Tale" by Alexander Tvardovsky (W.11)
What's his name, I forgot to ask.
Ten or twelve years old. troublesome,
Of those that are the leaders of children,
Of those in the front-line towns
They greet us like honored guests.
The car is surrounded in parking lots,
Carrying water in buckets for them is not difficult,
They bring soap with a towel to the tank
And unripe plums stick ...
There was a fight outside. The fire of the enemy was terrible,
We broke through to the square ahead.
And he nails - do not look out of the towers -
And the devil will understand where it hits from.
Here, guess what house
He perched - so many holes,
And suddenly a boy ran up to the car:
- Comrade Commander, Comrade Commander!
I know where their gun is. I unraveled...
I crawled up, they are over there, in the garden ...
- Yes, where, where? .. - Let me go
On the tank with you. I'll bring it straight.
Well, the fight doesn't wait. - Get in here, buddy! -
And here we are rolling to the place four of us.
There is a boy - mines, bullets whistle,
And only a shirt with a bubble.
We drove up. - Here. - And with a turn
We go to the rear and give full throttle.
And this gun, along with the calculation,
We sank into loose, greasy black earth.
I wiped off the sweat. Suffocated fumes and soot:
There was a big fire going from house to house.
And, I remember, I said: - Thank you, lad! -
And shook his hand like a friend...
It was a difficult fight. Everything now, as if awake,
And I just can't forgive myself
Of the thousands of faces I would recognize the boy,
But what's his name, I forgot to ask him.
Open your eyes!
Get ready to listen!
Pay attention now!
For you about the legendary Katyusha
Our favorite class will sing today!(W.12)
Song "Katyusha"
Victory is getting closer every day! But how hard those last battles were! It seems that not only people are tired, the earth is tired, from explosions, from fire, from blood. Listen to the song"Last Fight" (Dp. 13)
The war ended, but for many years the wounds of our people did not heal, so many children were taken away, so many lives were destroyed. Mothers continued to wait for their sons and after many, many years. (W.14)
Andrey Dementiev
Mother's ballad
Mother has aged for many years,
And there is no news from the son and no.
But she keeps waiting
Because he believes, because the mother.
And what does she hope for?
Many years have passed since the end of the war.
Many years since everyone came back
Except the dead that lie in the ground.
How many of them in that distant village,
Bearless boys did not come.
Once they sent to the village in the spring
Documentary film about the war
Everyone came to the cinema - both old and small,
Who knew the war and who did not know
Before the bitter memory of man
Hatred flowed like a river.
It was hard to remember.
Suddenly, from the screen, the son looked at his mother.
The mother recognized her son at the same moment,
And a mother's cry swept through;
As if her son could hear her.
He rushed out of the trench into battle.
His mother got up to cover him.
Everything was afraid - suddenly he will fall,
But through the years, the son rushed forward.
- Alexei! shouted the countrymen.
- Alexei! - they asked, - run! ..
The frame has changed. The son survived.
He asks the mother to repeat about her son.
And he goes on the attack again.
Alive and well, not wounded, not killed.
- Alexei! Alyoshenka! Son! -
As if her son could hear her ...
At home, everything seemed to her like a movie ...
Everything was waiting, just now out the window
In the midst of the disturbing silence
Her son will knock from the war.
And we, today's generation, should not forget about that war, we should know our history. Read books, poems, sing songs of those years and about that time (Sl.15)
Andrey Dementiev
* * *
Somewhere near Brest
Suddenly came to us in the car
sad song
Military times.
She walked down the aisle
Quiet and sad.
How many people were
She confused everyone.
Picked up women from the shelves
Disturbed dreams,
Remembering all those who did not come
Since that last war.
Like your old trouble,
We sighed after her.
And the words burned in her,
Like a June dawn.
The song resurrected
What was long ago
What is neither old nor small
It is not allowed to forget.
And bowed goodbye
Silent away...
And the hearts on the wagons
Everyone followed the song.
Song about that spring
Natalya Marchenko
Literary evening "These years cannot be forgotten"
Presenter 1. Dear guests, guys! We are glad to welcome you to poetry evening"These the years can't be forgotten!» dedicated to the 70th anniversary of the Victory of our people in the Great Patriotic War over Nazi Germany. Military events of 70 years ago live in history, music, poetry. Today, poetic lines will be heard about the Great Patriotic War, which our grandfathers and great-grandfathers, fathers and mothers survived, the heroic deed of our people, about the great Victory.
Presenter 2. They died down a long time ago, they made noise with gun salvos, peals war years. But the nationwide feat remained forever in history. We remember all those who did not return. Their lives and deeds continue. He calls for new labor feats in the name of strengthening the power of our Motherland, in the name of preserving and strengthening peace throughout the world!
(Slide 1)
We celebrate many holidays
We all dance, play, sing,
And we meet the beauty of autumn,
And we are waiting for an elegant Christmas tree.
But there is one holiday - the most important
And spring brings it to us,
Victory Day - solemn, glorious
The whole country celebrates it.
Presenter 1. We were born and raised in peacetime. We have never heard sirens announcing a military alarm, we have never seen houses destroyed by fascist bombs, we do not know what an unheated dwelling and a meager military package are. For us, war is history. We dedicate our today's meeting to the glorious victory of our people in the Great Patriotic War.
(Slide 2)
Lead 2.
The war has passed, the suffering has passed,
But pain calls to people:
Come on people never
Let's not forget about this.
Lead 1.
May her memory be true
Keep about this flour
And the children of today's children,
And our grandchildren grandchildren.
Lead 2. Let it always be that time
Brings us to mind
And the first snow, and rye in bloom,
When he walks with the wind.
Lead 1.
Let everything that life is full of
In everything that is dear to the heart,
We will be given a reminder
About what was in the world.
Lead 2.
Then to forget it
Generations did not dare.
Then, in order for us to be happier,
And happiness is not in oblivion!
Presenter 1. Today will be a day of remembrance
And in the heart it is crowded from high words.
Today will be a day of remembrance
About the feat and valor of the fathers. (A. Tvardovsky)
Presenter 2. Let's remember how the Second World War began ... And it began unexpectedly, suddenly, in the early summer morning. On June 22, 1941, without declaring war, the Nazis attacked our Motherland. Enemies bombed our cities and villages from aircraft, fired from tanks, cannons and machine guns. Enemy soldiers captured our cities. Our entire vast country has risen to battle with a cruel and merciless enemy.
(Slide 3) Musical accompaniment "Holy war"
The adult is the parent.
The longest day of the year
With its cloudless weather
He gave us a common misfortune -
For everyone. For all four years.
She made such a mark
And laid so many on the ground,
That twenty years and thirty years
The living can't believe they're alive.
And to the dead, straightening the ticket,
Everyone is going to someone close.
And time adds to the lists
Someone else, someone else is missing.
And puts, puts an obelisk. (K. Simonov)
The adult is the parent.
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 "supergod": Hitler - Stalin,
And between them a terrible hell.
June. Russia. Sunday.
country on the brink: to be not to be...
And this terrible moment
We never forget(D. Popov)
Presenter 1. Not only men, but also women fought in the war. They were nurses, doctors, nurses, scouts, signalers. Many soldiers were taken out of the battlefield, saved from death by gentle, kind and such strong female hands. What courage and bravery led them into a desperate battle with death!
(Slide 4)
Bullets rumble, bullets whistle
Wounded by a shell fragment of a soldier.
Sister whispers: "Let's hold,
I will bandage your wound,
Everything forgot: weakness and fear,
Carried him out of the fight in my arms.
How much love and warmth was in her,
Many sister saved from death. (Yu. Drunina)
Presenter 2. During the war, poets and composers composed many good soulful songs and poems that helped maintain the morale of the soldiers. Artists came to the front and performed in front of the soldiers in between battles. These were poems and songs about the Motherland, about mothers, about a beloved home. (Slide 5)
Sounds like a medley of songs: "Katyusha" (M. Blanter, M. Isakovsky); "In the dugout" (M. Listov, A. Surkov); "On a sunny meadow" (V. Solovyov-Sedoy, A. Fatyanov); "Time to hit the road" (V. Solovyov-Sedoy, S. Fogelson); "Vasya-Vasilek" (A. Novikov, S. Alymov) and etc.
Presenter 1. Brave, courageous, fearless fighters - soldiers of different nationalities fought for our great Motherland! How many heroic deeds did they perform in hard years of this war!
Song performed by teachers "Russian guy"
music - M. K. Breitburg, lyrics - S. Sashin
The adult is the parent.
We know what is now on the scales,
And what is happening now.
The hour of courage has struck on our clocks,
And courage will not leave us.
It's not scary to lie dead under the bullets,
It's not bitter to be homeless,
And we will save you, Russian speech,
Great Russian word.
We will carry you free and clean,
And we will give to our grandchildren, and we will save from captivity
Forever! (A. Akhmatova)
Presenter 1. In many families, soldiers' triangles are still preserved - letters sent from the front by fathers and brothers, mothers and sisters. They wrote that they would return home with a victory. And how they waited for these letters at home!
(Slide 6)
Hello, dear Maxim!
Hello my beloved son!
I write from the front
Tomorrow morning again in battle!
We will drive the fascists,
Take care, son, mother,
Forget sadness and sadness
I'll be back victorious!
I will hug you at last
Goodbye. Your father. (A. Tvardovsky)
My dear relatives!
Night. The flame of a candle trembles,
I remember not for the first time
How do you sleep on a warm stove.
In our little old hut,
What is lost in the deaf forests,
I remember the field, the river,
Again and again I remember you. (A. Tvardovsky)
Presenter 2. An eternal flower lies at the monument to the fallen soldiers. He is either a carnation, or a rose, or a cornflower, or a chamomile. Even in winter, when there is snow and cold everywhere, there is a flower near the monument. Where does it come from? People bring it. Remove the wilted flower lay fresh and say: "We will never forget you heroes" (Slide 7)
The adult is the parent.
There will be fireworks and parades.
Those who are alive will receive rewards.
They will say speeches loudly, with a sense of duty,
And then everyone will be forgotten for a long time.
How many veterans are left?
How many didn't come too soon?
And now no one can say for sure
How many destinies were torn to shreds!
The memory still rumbles wars.
It hurts a lot at times...
In May, a noisy holiday was celebrated,
And now my soul is in sorrow.
I will visit you at the cemetery
Remember, dad
For your victory. (P. Davydov)
Lead 1.
Let's remember everyone by name, remember our grief ...
This is needed - not the dead! It needs to be alive!
We will honor the memory of the soldiers with a minute of silence, and everyone will thank them in their hearts for the happy world in which we live.
A moment of silence…. (Slides 8, 9, 10)
The whole world under the feet of the earth,
I live, I breathe, I sing
But always in my memory
Killed in battle.
What I owe them - I know
And let not only a verse,
My life will be worthy
Their soldier's death.
The fire is burning at the obelisk,
Birches in silence are sad,
And we'll bow low, low
Here an unknown soldier sleeps (A. Ternovsky)
Presenter 1. Throughout the bloody, such a long war, people did not lose faith in victory. "The enemy is not defeated, victory will be ours!"- these words sounded everywhere. And here it is - the great Victory Day!
The recording of Y. Levitan's speech sounds "Act of Unconditional Surrender of the German Armed Forces"
The country rejoiced! (Slide 11)
The adult is the parent.
Where the grass is damp from dew and from blood,
Where the pupils of machine guns glare fiercely,
In full growth, above the trench of the front edge,
The victorious soldier rose.
The heart beat against the ribs intermittently, often.
Silence. Silence. Not in a dream - in reality.
And the infantryman said: - Get rid of it! Basta!-
And noticed a snowdrop in a moat.
And in the soul yearning for light and affection,
The joy of the former melodious stream came to life.
And the soldier bent down and to the shot helmet
Carefully adjusted the flower.
Living people came to life again -
Moscow suburbs in the snow and on fire Stalingrad.
For the first time in four unthinkable years,
Like a child, the soldier cried.
So stood the infantryman, laughing and sobbing,
With a boot trampling a prickly wattle fence.
Behind the shoulders was a young dawn,
Foreshadowing a sunny day. (A. Surkov)
Presenter 1. Victory was given to us at a high price. The battle near Moscow, the Battle of Stalingrad, the unconquered Leningrad, the fiery arc and, finally, the assault on Berlin! Our people brought twenty million lives to the altar of victory. But eternal fire of our memory!
(Slide 13)
The adult is the parent.
Holy are the places of those battles,
Where the warriors went to the feat.
Country Victory Day spring
They brought from the battles.
We come to the square with flowers,
A soldier is standing there,
And the eternal flame is our memory
Always illuminates granite! (A. Poroshin)
Presenter 2. The globe is very small, but on it m there is a place for everyone in the world: and people, and animals, and water, and fish, and forests, and fields. How important and necessary it is to protect this fragile planet, our common home. And for this, all people on earth need to live in peace, enjoy the sun, every new day. (Slide 14)
Let's save the planet
There is nothing like it in the whole universe
All alone in the universe
What will she do without us?
Let's be friends with each other
Like a bird with the sky, like the wind with a meadow,
Like a sail with the sea, grass with the rain,
How friendly the sun is with all of us! (N. Naydenova)
Presenter 1. Victory is a peaceful sky, a peaceful life. For what what we live now: we rejoice, rejoice, laugh, dance, sing, play, learn ... We all owe to the fallen soldiers who gave their lives on the battlefields and to the living veterans, participants in this war, who lived to see the great Victory!
May there never be a war!
Let the cities sleep in peace.
Let the sirens howl
Doesn't sound over my head.
Let not a single shell burst,
None of them scribbles an automatic.
Let our forests announce
And let the years pass peacefully
May there never be a war! (N. Naydenova)
Presenter 2. We know about the war from the stories of our grandfathers and great-grandfathers, participants and veterans, who are becoming less and less. Let us remember them not only on this great holiday. (Slides 15,16,17)
The adult is the parent.
The anniversary has died down, the parades have died down,
The bright holiday is worthily celebrated;
But even after the celebrations, we do not need to forget,
The people who won the war.
Veterans are carried away by disease and years -
There are very few left alive now;
The people need to remember forever their exploits,
After all, they saved us from slavery and death!
Let orders and medals shine in the sun,
On the chest of veterans of the great war -
These people gave all their strength to the Fatherland,
Defended the freedom of the country in battles!
Anniversary passed. The parades went off
But we must not forget for a moment:
Veterans of the war will be the best reward
Our daily care for them! (M. Kryukov)
Children give flowers to veterans.
Two heads and six legs; four walk, and two lie still
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