Download the script for the literary lounge by May 9. Scenario of a literary and musical composition for Victory Day “there is a memory that will never end”
There is a memory that will never end
Reader:
Remember how the guns thundered,
How soldiers died in the fire
In forty-one
Forty-fifth -
The soldiers went to battle for the truth.
Remember how the earth shook and went blind,
As the dawn rose from the ashes,
Thunder of guns
Let's not forget
We are with you.
Remember: a menacing tornado above the earth in the blue sky -
It's the Black Death in Hiroshima
In Hiroshima,
In the blue sky -
Black ash in our hearts forever.
Remember, don’t forget the burned faces -
This could happen again.
Let's not forget
This, people,
Remember, both thunderstorms and wind are in our power,
We are responsible for happiness and tears,
On the planet
Our children -
The younger generation lives...
Remember that the spring shoots rustle, -
Don't forget these terrible years!
Our path is difficult
Stand up people
Life is calling!
Presenter 1: There are events that, after decades, are erased from people’s memories and become the property of archives. But there are such events, the significance of which not only does not decrease with time, but, on the contrary, increasingly acquires special significance and becomes immortal.
Presenter2: Such events include the victory of our people in the Great Patriotic War, the 70th anniversary of which we are celebrating today. The victory is great, incomparable. Experienced in many ways by the heart, it has become a part of our consciousness, inseparable from a sense of duty to the creators of victory.
Presenter1: This war is the most popular and truly the most sacred of all wars on Earth, it will forever remain a great lesson in human courage.
Presenter2: Of course, historians can meticulously count the number of divisions that took part in a particular battle, the number of burned villages, destroyed cities...
Presenter1: But they cannot tell how a 7-year-old girl felt, before whose eyes her sister and brother were torn apart by a bomb.
Presenter2: Or what a 10-year-old boy was thinking about in besieged Leningrad, boiling a leather shoe in water, looking at the corpses of his relatives.
Presenter1: They can tell about it themselves.
Presenter2: Those who saw this war
Presenter1: Those who survived that war
Presenter2: Those who are still alive
Presenter1: Those who were 70 years old were not yet sixteen
Presenter2: Those whose childhood was scorched by the fire of the Great Patriotic War
(musical number “Don’t take the sun away from the children”)
Presenter1: On May 9, victory fireworks will go off for the seventieth time. And the immortal sufferings of the war years and the immeasurable courage of the people are still alive in the people's memory.
Presenter2: Year 1941. June. The country lived a peaceful life, hoping that the fire of war that broke out in Europe would not affect our country.
(sounds “School Waltz”) 2 girls and 2 boys
Girl1: What a great thing our director said today!
Young man1: Yes...(imitating a man's voice) Today is a wonderful day for you! Today we accompany you to last path…
Laughing
Young man2: Look - the sun is rising! What a morning! What a dawn! I wish our last night at school would never end.
Girl2: Everything ends someday, but that’s not bad - there will be more to come real life. A new day begins!
Young man1: Day of our new life. We are no longer schoolchildren.
Girl1: Yes... But it seemed so far away!
Young man1: And now the graduation party is over...
Girl1: I can’t even believe that we’re in last time all together.
Young man2: Goodbye school! Goodbye teachers! What awaits us ahead?! Unknown...
Girl2: Why “unknown”? So who do you want to become?
Young man2: And I’ll probably go to the taiga, I want to become a geologist... I dream of traveling around the country, sitting by the fire with a guitar.
Girl2(to others): And you?
Young man1: And I will become a famous football player. I have already been invited to Dynamo. I will defend the honor of the country in international competitions.
Girl 2:
But now I don’t know what to do. This C in chemistry is bothering me so much!
Youth 2:
Oh, come on, stop being upset. Well, just think, one C in chemistry. I have five of them, so why shouldn’t I live now?
Girl 2:
It’s good for you to reason, you are going to work in the taiga, but I need to go to college. And where do I go now with this three?
Girl 1:
Are you really planning to go to the taiga?
Youth 2:
Is it true. I want to see life in other places. Come with me!
Girl 1:
Here’s another thing I came up with, I’m from my hometown, nowhere. I will study here in pedagogical, and then in home school I’ll be back... Imagine, in about 10 years you will become an honored geologist, you will return to your native place, you will bring your children to our school, and I will teach them!
Youth 1:
Guys, let's take a photo for memory!
(everyone says “Let’s go” and starts to line up for photography)
Youth 2:
Attention! Historical moment, remember June 21, 1941. School 204 in Moscow, our 10 “A”!
Girl 1:
There are 35 of us: 17 girls, 18 boys.
Youth 1:
We are young and happy...
Girl 2:
We dream of exploits, of glory, we believe in our high destiny on this earth...
Girl 1:
We dream of becoming geologists, teachers, doctors in five years...
Youth 2:
I dream of bringing good to people.
Girl 2:
I dream of love.
Youth 1:
I dream...
Girl 2:
I dream...
Youth 2:
Dreamed...
Presenter1: (behind the scenes)
dreamed, dreamed, dreamed...
Presenter2:
They were still laughing that day,
Loved the greenery and lights.
Neither the voice of violins nor pianos
No war was predicted for them.
Presenter1:
Everything breathed such silence,
It seemed that the whole earth was still asleep.
Who knew that between peace and war
Just five minutes left!
(graduates come forward)
Young man1:
June... The sunset was approaching evening
And the sea overflowed into the white night.
And the sonorous laughter of the guys was heard,
Those who do not know, those who do not know grief.
Girl1:
June...We didn’t know then
Co school evenings walking,
That tomorrow will be the first day of the war,
And it will end only in the 45th, in May...
Girl2:
I put on my first adult dress,
First high heel shoes.
Oh, I wanted to dance this waltz so much!
Beads and ribbons, hand in hand!
Young man2:
The prom ball made you and I spin...
Here comes the dawn in the window opening!
Girl1:
No, not the dawn, this is the glow of battle!
This is June - the 22nd,
Year 41 - war!
The growing roar of planes, explosions, shooting. The graduates are scared, the boys hug the girls.
Levitan's voice about the beginning of the war
Song "Goodbye, boys"
Young man1:
We had a presentiment of the blaze
This tragic day
He came. This is my life
Breathing.
Motherland! Take them from me!
I love you with a new love,
Bitter, forgiving, alive,
My homeland is crowned with thorns,
With a dark rainbow overhead.
But our time has come, and what does it mean?
Only You and I can know.
I love you - and I can’t do otherwise
You and I are still one.
Girl1:
Oh, war, what have you done, vile:
Our yards have become quiet,
Our boys raised their heads -
They have matured for the time being
They barely loomed on the threshold
And they went after the soldier - soldier...
Goodbye boys!
Boys, try to go back!
Graduates leave
Presenter1:
Early, sunny morning in June,
At the hour when the country awakened.
Sounded for the first time for young people
This is a terrible word “war”.
Presenter2:
To reach you, forty-fifth,
Through hardship, pain and misfortune,
The boys left their childhood
In the distant forty-first year.
Girls and boys of grades 7-8 come out
Girl 1:
It seemed like only yesterday:
And songs by the fire,
And school waltzes in the evening,
And see you until the morning.
Girl 2:
And at the age of seventeen
I'm getting into soldier ranks.
All overcoats are gray,
They all have the same cut.
Girl 3:
We left behind
Leaving the school rapids
And the mother, frozen in sadness
On a dusty and empty road.
Girl 1:
The girls did not greet us with delight
We were driven home by a hoarse military commissar...
This was the case in 1941, and the medals
And other regalia later...
Boy 1:
What we experienced, the historian will tell,
Our sleep was troubled, and our bread was bitter.
What is there! There will never be a comparison,
To describe the path where we had to go.
Young man 2:
No, we didn't think about awards,
About your medals, orders,
We understood that we had to fight,
Defending the Fatherland in battles.
Boy 1:
And whatever measure you take of us,
Don't rate us
Here we looked death in the eye,
And we didn't look away!
Girl 2:
And in a leaden blizzard and blizzard,
Reflecting enemy attacks,
At that harsh time they wanted
So that there will never be wars!
Young man 2:
We threw ourselves under tanks with grenades,
Everyone did what they could conscientiously
'Cause we're just soldiers
They fulfilled their duty as soldiers.
Girl 3:
Oh, how many attacks there were during the war,
Successful, and sometimes repulsed by the enemy,
On fields scorched by fire,
And those fields are watered with our blood.
Boy 1:
No, Motherland, you didn’t order me,
But I understood your choice from your eyes,
There, by the poster, in the twilight of the station,
I volunteered to undertake the feat myself
Girl 1:
The military registration and enlistment office doors did not lock,
People did not leave the loudspeakers
And we never lost faith
That it will be May and forty-fifth year.
(musical number “And the sunsets are scarlet”)
Presenter1: War...From Brest to Moscow is 1000 kilometers. From Moscow to Berlin – 1600. Total 2600 kilometers.
Presenter1: War...This is the fearlessness of the defenders of Brest. This is 900 days besieged Leningrad. This is the Panfilov Oath: “Not a step back! Moscow is behind us!”
Presenter2: This is a victory won by fire and blood at Stalingrad. This is a feat of heroes Kursk Bulge. This is the assault on Berlin. This is the memory of the heart of the entire people.
Presenter1: To forget the past means to betray the memory of people who died for the happiness of other people, for the freedom of the Motherland.
Presenter2: No. Neither we nor our children should forget about this! We must not forget those men and women, boys and girls who, without sparing themselves, stood up to defend the world!
Presenter 1: In the first days of the war, those who served active duty in the 30s went to the front. Almost at the same time, there were also boys of military age. Long lines of volunteers lined up at the military registration and enlistment offices. Piles of applications were placed on the tables of mobilization points with requests to immediately send them to the front.
(Mobilization footage. On stage there is a table at which a military commissar is sorting through a stack of statements.)
VOENCOMM: (taking a break from work) These were sheets of paper, postcards and institutional forms hastily torn from student notebooks, notepads, notebooks. The statements were written in different handwriting and different people. Next to the statements of fathers and mothers were statements from their children, often written in still unsteady, half-childish handwriting. Parents and children, gray-haired old men and teenagers wrote about their readiness to join the ranks of the defenders of the Motherland.
(A young man hesitantly enters the military commissar’s office.)
VOENCOMM: (noticing the young man) You again! I already told you my no!
YOUTH: (tugging at the cap in his hands, shifting from foot to foot) But why? Why not? I'm turning 18 soon, so what a month is missing. I am Voroshilovsky shooter (holds out his ID). Doesn't the front need Voroshilov's riflemen? I’m not complaining about my health, here’s the certificate... (readily hands over another document).
VOENCOMM: For you, yes. What about your mother? Don’t you understand that you have a disabled mother in your arms, that you are her only hope and support? Do you really want her to live without you...
YOUTH: (interrupting) Look. (Hands out a piece of paper). I beg you, take a look.
VOENCOMM: (silently unfolds the paper, reads it aloud a little later)“I, 3. G. Gedz, ask to enroll my son, Peter Gedz, as a volunteer in the ranks of the Red Army. And if necessary, I will also go, despite the fact that I am disabled. I haven’t forgotten the whip of the German interventionists yet.”
(Mobilization footage is on the screen, voiced by a military commissar.)
VOENCOMM: In Moscow alone, during the first week of the war, military registration and enlistment offices received 170 thousand applications demanding immediate dispatch to the front. The chronicle of all wars did not know such courageous unity and resilience as our people showed from the very first hours of the war. Train stations and stations became like a stopped camp. There are people, carts, cars everywhere. Photography works quickly. Filmed by families. Heartfelt farewell words. Crying, songs, accordion, abrupt, short dances...
YOUTH: Then people were sure that this war would not last long. And if then someone had said that it would last 1418 days, no one would have believed it! Everyone was sure that our state was ready for this test. In the meantime...
VOENCOMM: By railway trains with troops rolled and rolled military equipment to the west, towards them - with the wounded. The reports from the Sovinformburo were not reassuring...
(musical number “I will return as a winner”)
Presenter1: The war swirled and scattered human destinies, crippled young shoots, broke the bonds of friendship and love. She descended like a black raven on Russian villages and cities. Grief, hopeless grief, women's tears and cries, the last look of their beloved eyes... And they, still very young boys, left, went to the front, left here, in the rear, the same young girls, kissed their beloved eyes and said in a young voice: “I I'll be back." But it was not true, a cruel, insane lie. After all, most of them will never, ever return.
Presenter2: They were expected, but they did not come. And then their girls, their beautiful sweet girls, cheerful and cheerful girls of the pre-war era, having matured during these four terrible years, became widows before they even had time to get married.
Presenter1: They, mothers and wives, brides and sisters, knew how to wait. Wait, hope, love. And instill hope in those who are at the front, on the front line. Who's at war? But they couldn’t just wait and hope. Mothers, wives, sisters, brides - everyone who is not at the front is the rear. The rear must work for the front: after all, victory was forged not only at the front, but also in the rear.
Reader:
...Can you really tell me about this?
What years did you live in?
What an immeasurable burden
On women's shoulders lay down!..
Reader: That morning I said goodbye to you
Your husband, or brother, or son,
And you and your destiny
Left alone...
Reader: You walked, hiding your grief,
The harsh way of labor.
The entire front, from sea to sea,
You fed me with your bread.
Reader: In cold winters, in snowstorms,
At the one at the distant line
The soldiers were warmed by their greatcoats,
What you sewed with care.
Reader: They rushed in the noise, in the smoke
Soviet soldiers into battle,
And the enemy's strongholds collapsed
From bombs filled with you...
(Musical number “Lullaby”)
Presenter1:: “While the front lived with the idea of quickly expelling the fascists from native land, the rear was guided by the state slogan “Everything for the front” and the never-ending thought “It’s even more difficult at the front,” because these sleepless fronts needed a lot: weapons, ammunition, medicine, clothing, food. The country worked with inhuman tension. Of course, men, specialists who were given reservations, also worked at aviation, tank and other defense factories. But most of the men in the city, and especially in the village, were replaced by their wives, sisters, and daughters. They launched production lines in the most difficult conditions of evacuation from the wheels, in the rain, and in the bitter cold. We mastered the production of new types and brands of equipment and weapons in record time. Our Army received combat vehicles that were superior in basic parameters to enemy systems.
(Film “Home Front During the War”)
(There is a group of women on stage, they are hastily having lunch.)
1 WOMAN: Oh, I'm tired, ladies! I can't feel my legs! (Takes off his shoes.)
2 WOMAN: Yes, we girls have become worn out in 4 years. The men will come and won’t find out. They will say: “Where have our women gone?” (Laughs).
3 WOMAN: Yes, just let them return, we will find them ourselves. (winks). I suppose everyone knows their own special signs, huh? (General laughter).
4 WOMAN: Well, Lyubka, give it to me! (Anxious). Ladies, what if the German turns upside down again?
1 WOMAN: Not allowed! This will be enough for me for the rest of my life. All my life I will remember logging, mines, and bonds.
2 WOMAN (agreeing): Yes, you got it right, you didn’t miss a single logging operation. Do you remember how they took the last potatoes to sell in the spring, just to pay off what they signed up for?
3 WOMAN: And yet it’s more difficult for our men. Every day they go into battle, under fire, but what about us?
4 WOMAN: What about us? Yes, we beat the damned German with bread! Here are our guns! (Points to bread). Just count, Lyuba, how many Germans our brigade has killed. I think we knocked down a dozen of them?!
1 WOMAN: What about a dozen, we dumped a thousand of them.
2 WOMAN: Right! Here they are, our Katyushas! (Points to hands).
1.WOMAN: My dear little ladies, we have done everything, we have completely paid off with the state, we have exceeded all our plans, but it will be necessary - we will cut off a piece of our loaf, just to exterminate this nit forever! (Gets up). Well, have you rested? Then rise. You can’t finish off a German with words; he doesn’t understand that. (To the second). Yours, Katerina, where is tomorrow? On alfalfa?
2 WOMAN: And on alfalfa, and on potatoes, and on beets. (Joyfully). We are advancing on all fronts.
(musical number “Ditties”)
Presenter1: At the front, soldiers fought for every inch of their native land, for their father’s house, for their relatives and friends! And between the front and the rear there was field mail, triangles of letters, as if with racing threads connecting what the ruthless war had torn apart.
Reader
Return address - field mail...
(That’s what my father once wrote to me.)
According to letters from the front -
No matter how much you read them -
We are unlikely to know everything about the war.
In them you can often hear
You will understand for yourself
The native echo of our batteries.
About the worst
They didn’t write in the letters,
So as not to disturb mothers.
When the fighters retreat in a fierce battle,
The soldier will write, holding back a groan:
"Don't worry, mom,
Everything is fine.
The battalion is going on the attack again..."
And they wound - and in some Sarapul
They will bring the soldier: he is no longer fit for duty.
“Don’t be afraid, mom, it’s just scratched,”
He will write with only one hand.
He will write how brave his comrade was,
And how the company died - not a word.
And only after:
If he survives, he will tell
What are they silent about, front-line soldiers.
They divided everything themselves a long time ago
In its cool
In your holy destiny:
Everything bright and joyful - to mom,
And the bitter and terrible - for yourself.
According to letters from the front -
You re-read them
And you yourself will become stricter and stronger!
You will learn everything about our warrior.
And this will be the truth about the war.
Emilia Boyarshinova.
Presenter2:
Front letter, don’t be silent, tell me
About the cruel war and about the time
How the soldier fought, how he lived in the trenches,
How he suffered and dreamed, how he loved his father’s house.
(musical number "Front-line letters" )
Presenter2: And the enemy went on a rampage. On the front line, every inch of the Earth was damaged by explosions of shells and bombs. But again and again the fighters rose to attack.
Presenter1: The Germans did not expect that, having encountered grief and death, the Russian people would be able to live, love, and rejoice. Poems and songs that sounded at the front in the intervals between battles gave strength to the soldiers, forced them to short time forget that there is a war going on.
Sometimes sad, sometimes free, like the wind,
It’s formidable, calling for battle,
Girlfriend - song! Nowhere in the world
Another such dear friend.
Presenter2: What helped people endure hunger and cold, hard long hours of work in the name of Victory? Song..., song of the war years. It was the song that shared both sorrows and joys with the warrior, encouraged them with a cheerful and mischievous joke, and was sad with them about their abandoned relatives and loved ones.
The flashes in the stormy sky were just fading,
And the cannonade of the battle died away.
A waltz was heard in the forest near the front,
Giving the soldiers a short moment of peace.
Bayan sighed about the girl's eyes,
About the forgotten nightingale trills
And a soldier's tear fell,
Frozen like dewdrops on overcoats.
(musical number "Clouds in Blue")
Presenter1: How many different roads
How many destinies
Came across his way
The soldier walked through the lights, through the bullets
I knew one thing - I needed to move on!
Scene “Soldier and Mother”
The soldier walks across the stage, Mother comes towards him.
Mother:
Alyosha! Alyosha! Son!
Soldier:
I'm not Alyosha.
Mother:
Sorry little soldier, I misspoke... my son is the same in height and age. How old are you?
Soldier:
Eighteen.
Mother:
And my Alyosha is eighteen. And you didn’t meet my son there, at the front? Alexey Petrov...eh?
Soldier:
No, I haven't.
Mother:
If you meet him, tell him, let him give you news. I was yearning. I have one.
Soldier:
I'll pass.
Mother leaves. The melody continues. Against the background of music.
Soldier:
And I could tell this woman:
I saw my son, yes, I saw my dear one,
But I couldn’t lie...
Mom, if I forget the song,
The one that you sang at the cradle
In the middle of the night under showers and snowstorms,
Bowing your head above me,
Forgive me!
Let the motif of a war song ring within me,
The song of the heart, this song of the sky.
The soldier leaves the stage.
Reader:
Soldiers went missing
And the share of wives and mothers:
Footsteps of acquaintances at the door.
Everyone has their own luck
Although they walked in the same formation.
Lord, you would give them salvation -
Missing in action in battle.
He gave them strength not to lose heart,
And before death, do not suffer.
And I didn’t let the rumors be believed
That they can sell their homeland.
They left and never returned
But there is no funeral.
And they turned around in anticipation,
It's been seven decades already.
Their life is just a moment for us,
But everyone knows, old and young,
What we owe to this generation
All those who have gone missing.
Soldiers went missing
And the share of wives and mothers:
Wait, from dawn to dusk,
Footsteps of acquaintances at the door.
(Musical number “Only he did not return from the battle”)
Presenter1: The war fell not only on adults, but also on children - with the same bombings, cold, hunger, separation. The war unceremoniously invaded their childhood. Heroic and tragic times simultaneously minted their characters. Many of them found themselves in circumstances of choice between life and death.
Presenter2: War and youth... War and mothers... and widows... But the worst, the most inhumane is War and children. Children of war...They were children of war, toiling at the machines, burying their loved ones, freezing, dying of hunger in besieged Leningrad
(primary school students leave)
Reader1:Children of war - and the cold blows.
Children of war - and the smell of hunger
Children of war - and their hair stands on end:
There are gray stripes on children's bangs.
Reader 2: The eyes of a seven-year-old girl,
Like two dimmed lights.
More noticeable on a child's face
Great, heavy melancholy.
Reader 3: She is silent, no matter what you ask,
You joke with her - she’s silent in response,
It's like she's not seven, not eight,
And many, many bitter years.
(musical number “Children of War”)
Presenter1: Children encountered the war at different ages. Some are very young, some are teenagers. Someone was on the threshold of adolescence. The war found them in capital cities and small villages, at home and visiting their grandmothers, in a country camp, on the front line and in the rear. They became front and rear guards: they were on duty on the roofs of houses, preventing attacks by enemy aircraft, helping to build defensive lines, extinguishing fires from incendiary bombs, providing medical assistance to the injured, helping workers forge weapons and produce ammunition. They became messengers and scouts, miners and military pilots.
Reader. (wheels clatter)
Taking a boy to the front
Comrade military doctor...
“My mom, mommy,
Don't pet me and don't cry!
on me military uniform,
Don't pet me in front of others!
I'm wearing a military uniform
I'm wearing your boots.
Don't cry!
I'm already twelve
I'm almost an adult...
Double, double, double
Rail tracks...
There are documents in my pocket,
The military seal is strict.
There are documents in my pocket,
According to which I am the son of the regiment.
Illustrious, guards,
Tested in fire...
I'm going to the front, I hope
That the Browning will be given to me.
That I won’t be afraid when attacking,
That my time has come...
Seeing me, old women
They groan heavily:
“Son, little soldier...
The days have come..."
My mother, my mother!
Explain everything to them quickly!
Tell me what this is for
Are they yelling at me?
Why are they petting me?
Why do they call me son?
And they whisper something indistinctly,
And they put in a warm roll...
My Russia, no need!
Don't pet me! And don't cry!
Don't pet me!
I'm just the future son of the regiment,
And no heroism
I haven't done it yet!
And even you don't understand
What's ahead of me..."
Double, double, double
Rail tracks.
The train is coming measuredly,
Swaying absurdly
Long and very slow
Like a line for bread.
R. Rozhdestvensky. "In forty-three."
Presenter1:: Moving east, the Germans announced the so-called mobilization of the population to work in Germany. Whole trains of teenagers were taken abroad. In July 1944 alone, more than 40 thousand children were deported to Germany.
Presenter2:: It is difficult to talk about the war. It’s difficult because it shakes you to the core, and your hands reach out to all the books and letters at once, and the pages seem not just squares of paper with typographical marks imprinted on them, but those sheets torn from school notebooks, those pages from Komsomol tickets, those camp bunk boards and even rough bricks, on which the heroes left their last words addressed to those who will live.
A girl comes out and reads a letter.
Young woman:: March 12, Liozno, 1943.
Dear good dad!
I am writing you a letter from German captivity. When you, daddy, read this letter, I will not be alive. And my request to you, father: punish the German bloodsuckers. This is a will for your dying daughter.
A few words about my mother. When you return, don't look for your mother. The Germans shot her. When they asked about you, the officer hit her in the face with a whip. Mom couldn’t stand it and said proudly, these are her last words: “You won’t intimidate me by beating me. I’m sure my husband will come back and throw you vile invaders out of here.” And the officer shot mom in the mouth...
Dad, I turned 15 today, and if you met me now, you wouldn’t recognize your daughter.
I became very thin, my eyes were sunken, my pigtails were cut bald, my hands were dry and looked like a rake. When I cough, blood comes out of my mouth - my lungs are knocked out.
Do you remember, dad, two years ago, when I turned 13? How good my name day was! You, dad, then told me: “Grow up, daughter, to great joy!”
The gramophone was playing, my friends wished me a happy birthday, and we sang our favorite pioneer song.
And now, dad, when I look at myself in the mirror - my dress is torn, in shreds, my number is on my neck, like a criminal’s, I’m as thin as a skeleton - and salty tears flow from my eyes. What good is it that I turned 15 years old? Nobody needs me. Here many people are not needed by anyone. They wander hungry, hunted by shepherds. Every day they are taken away and killed.
Yes, dad, and I am a slave of a German baron, I work for the German Charlain as a laundress, I wash clothes, wash floors. I work a lot, but I eat twice a day in a trough with “Rose” and “Clara” - that’s the name of the owner’s pigs. The baron ordered so. “Russ was and will be a pig,” he said. I'm very afraid of "Clara". This is a big and greedy pig. She almost bit off my finger once when I was taking potatoes out of the trough.
I live in a woodshed: I can’t go into the room. One time, Yuzef’s Polish maid gave me a piece of bread, and the mistress saw and beat Yuzef on the head and back with a whip for a long time.
Twice I ran away from my owners, but their janitor found me. Then the baron himself tore off my dress and kicked me. I was losing consciousness. Then they poured a bucket of water on me and threw me into the basement.
Today I learned the news: Yuzefa said that the gentlemen were leaving for Germany with a large batch of male and female slaves from the Vitebsk region. Now they take me with them. No, I will not go to this thrice-damned Germany. I decided it was better to die on my native side than to be trampled into the damned German soil. Only death will save me from a cruel beating.
I don’t want to suffer anymore as a slave to the damned, cruel Germans who didn’t let me live!..
I bequeath, dad: avenge mom and me. Goodbye, good daddy, I'm leaving to die. Katya Susanina.
My heart believes: the letter will arrive.
Presenter2:: A selection process was held in Germany. Those who are stronger go to the labor exchange, those who are weak and sick go to a concentration camp for experiments.
Presenter1:: The most sinister symbol of the brutal face of fascism has become concentration camps death. In Buchenwald, 56 thousand people were killed, in Dachau - 70 thousand people, in Mauthausen - more than 112 thousand, in Majdanek - the number of victims was about one and a half million people, in Auschwitz over 4 million people died.
Reader:
M. Jalil "Barbarism".
They drove the mothers with their children
And they forced me to dig a hole, but they themselves
They stood there, a bunch of savages,
And they laughed in hoarse voices.
Lined up at the edge of the abyss
Powerless women, skinny guys.
A drunken major came with copper eyes
He looked around the doomed... Muddy rain
Hummed through the foliage of neighboring groves
And on the fields, clothed in darkness,
And the clouds descended over the earth,
Chasing each other furiously...
No, I won't forget this day,
I will never forget, forever!
I saw rivers crying like children,
And Mother Earth wept in rage.
I saw with my own eyes,
Like the mournful sun, washed with tears,
Through the cloud it came out into the fields,
The children were kissed for the last time,
For the last time...
The autumn forest rustled. It seemed that now
He went crazy. raged angrily
Its foliage. The darkness was thickening all around.
I heard: a powerful oak suddenly fell,
He fell, letting out a heavy sigh.
The children were suddenly seized with fear, -
They huddled close to their mothers, clinging to their hems.
And there was a sharp sound of a shot,
Breaking the curse
What came out of the woman alone,
Child, sick little boy,
He hid his head in the folds of his dress
Not an old woman yet. She
I looked, full of horror.
How can she not lose her mind?
I understood everything, little one understood everything.
- Hide me, mommy! No need to die! -
He cries and, like a leaf, cannot stop trembling.
The child that is dearest to her,
Bending down, she lifted her mother with both hands,
She pressed it to her heart, directly against the muzzle...
- I, mom, want to live. No need, mom!
Let me go, let me go! What are you waiting for? -
And the child wants to escape from his arms,
And the crying is terrible, and the voice is thin,
And it pierces your heart like a knife.
- Don't be afraid, my boy. Now
you will breathe freely.
Close your eyes, but don't hide your head,
So that the executioner doesn't bury you alive.
Be patient, son, be patient. It won't hurt now. -
And he closed his eyes. And the blood ran red,
A red ribbon snakes around the neck.
Two lives fall to the ground, merging,
Two lives and one love!
Thunder struck. The wind whistled through the clouds.
The earth began to cry in deaf anguish.
Oh, how many tears, hot and flammable!
My land, tell me what's wrong with you?
You have often seen human grief,
You have bloomed for us for millions of years,
But have you experienced it at least once?
Such a shame and such barbarity?
My country, your enemies threaten you,
But lift it higher great truth banner,
Wash its lands with bloody tears,
And let its rays pierce
Let them destroy mercilessly
Those barbarians, those savages,
That the blood of children is swallowed greedily,
The blood of our mothers...
Presenter2:: Fighting raged for 1418 days and nights. The Soviet people led 1418 days and nights liberation war. The path to victory was long and difficult.
Boy:
Do you remember, soldier, many springs ago
Was the sky ablaze with sunsets?
You walked through the pain and repeated it like a password,
Like a sacred oath: “Victory.”
Do you remember, soldier, the burnt Reichstag,
A scarlet banner that lit up half the sky?
Do you remember friends?
Visit them for a few days
The victory in Berlin was late.
The world remembers, soldier, many springs ago
Your firm word: “Victory!”
(musical number " Last Stand»)
Presenter1:: Time has its own memory - history. And therefore the world never forgets about the tragedies that shook the planet in different eras, including about brutal wars, which claimed millions of lives, threw back civilizations, and destroyed the great values created by man.
Presenter2:: More than half a century has passed since the Great Patriotic War, but its echo still does not subside in people's souls. Yes, and time has its own memory.
Presenter1:: We do not have the right to forget the horrors of this war so that it does not happen again. We have no right to forget those soldiers who died so that we could live now. We must remember everything...
Reader:
The mother has aged for many years,
But there is no news from my son.
But she still keeps waiting
Because she believes, because she is a mother.
And what does she hope for?
Many years since the war ended.
Many years since everyone came back,
Except for the dead that lie in the ground.
How many of them are there in that distant village,
There were no boys without mustaches.
Reader:
Once they sent me to the village in the spring
Documentary film about the war,
Everyone came to the cinema - both old and young,
Who knew war, and who did not know
Before the bitter memory of people
Hatred flowed like a river.
It was hard to remember.
Suddenly the son looked at his mother from the screen.
The mother recognized her son at that very moment,
And a mother’s cry rang out:
As if the son could hear it.
He rushed out of the trench into battle.
The mother stood up to cover him with herself.
I was always afraid that he might fall,
But through the years the son rushed forward.
Alexey! - the fellow countrymen shouted.
Alexey! - they asked, - run!..
Reader:
The frame changed. The son remained to live.
He asks the mother to repeat about her son.
And again he runs to the attack.
Alive and healthy, not wounded, not killed.
Alexey! Alyoshenka! Son! -
As if her son could hear her...
At home everything seemed like a movie to her...
I've been waiting for everything, now it's out the window
In the midst of alarming silence
Her son will come knocking from the war.
(musical number “Prayer”)
Presenter1: And yet the war came turning point and the liberation of the occupied territories began. Having cleared the territory of our country from fascists, our soldiers liberated the peoples of Europe from the fascist yoke.
Reader: And we went to liberate Europe.
Our soldiers are in dugouts, in trenches,
In dugouts, tanks, pillboxes, bunkers,
On ships and on planes...
Reader: The fascist occupiers were defeated.
The Germans were driven all the way to Berlin.
Berlin was taken and the Reichstag
Our flag was proudly hoisted.
Reader: You went and went on attacks tirelessly
Berlin was burning, every house was smoking,
And May covered the chestnuts with candles
In a dug-up park where thunder rolled.
Reader: There was a hot battle for every house and ledge,
Towers in broken crosses fell,
How you longed to rush into attack,
Make your way to the center where the Reichstag was burning.
Reader: Before the arches of the charred vault
In some pristine silence,
Soldiers of the greatest campaign
They signed it right on the wall.
Reader: Everyone wrote their name openly,
So that people of future times know,
That this feat, accomplished by all of them,
Done in the name of humanity.
War newsreel "Berlin 1945"
Presenter2: Victory in war means rejoicing and sorrow. Time does not dull them. And you and I must pass on this memory of the most terrible war that affected every family from generation to generation. Victory Day was, is and must remain the holiest holiday. After all, those who paid for it with their lives gave us the opportunity to live now. We must always remember this.
Presenter1:: During the Second World War by the Soviets armed forces 6 giant battles were fought and about 40 offensive operations, which ended in the defeat of enemy groups and formations, thereby increasing the heroism and feat of the soldier and home front workers. Every 8th died. There are more than 27 million of them who died. There is not a person left among the living who did not know the bitterness of loss.
27 million went into immortality so that we could live.
Reader:
A minute of silence...
Bow down, both young and old.
In honor of those who are for happiness,
Who gave his life for the sake of life.
Reader:
Summer sky above us.
Wormwood smells bitter.
Black bells
The bottomless blue groans.
Moans with earthly sorrow
Those whose hearts don't beat.
Even in a moment of silence
The bells are not silent.
Reader:
A minute of silence...
Bow down, both young and old.
In honor of those who are for happiness,
Who gave his life for the sake of life.
Reader:
I see a bell in silence,
In the light of a bitter day:
Old peasant child
Silently carries from the fire.
He won't get down on his knees
This silent old man.
Listen - on a pedestal
There is a cry sculptured in the stone.
Reader:
A minute of silence...
Bow down, both young and old.
In honor of those who are for happiness,
Who gave his life for the sake of life.
Presenter1:— Those who bravely went into battle for their Motherland died, but did not break
Presenter2:-- To those who were burned in the Buchenwald ovens
Presenter1:- To those who walked at river crossings like a stone to the bottom,
Presenter2:-- To those who have sunk forever, nameless, sunk in fascist captivity,
Presenter1:- To those who gave their hearts for a just cause
Presenter2:-- To those who lay under cars instead of pontoon bridges
Presenter1:- To those who went into immortality and won
Let's honor their memory with a minute of silence
A minute of silence is announced
Presenter1: Today we celebrate a great day - the 70th anniversary of the Victory of the Soviet people over Nazi Germany. 70 years have passed! Children born after the war have already become grandparents... The war is gradually becoming a thing of the past, becoming just a page of history. But grateful memory descendants should not fade away...Today, throughout our vast country, at every monument, large and small, rural and urban, people gather to worship the living and the dead, the immortal and the fearless. And to those who took the first battle at dawn on June 22, 1941 at the walls of the Brest Fortress, and to those who, having gone through the whole war - such a war! – finished off the enemy where it began – in defeated Berlin!
Presenter2: Victory Day! The memory of each of those days when the war imposed on us by Nazi Germany bubbled in roar and fire! Memory of each and everyone who forged victory! Memory of those who fell on the battlefield for the glory of our Motherland, in the name of its freedom!
(musical number “Victory Day”)
Presenter 1, 2:
I don’t want the famine of Leningrad to touch them with the hand of the siege.
I don’t want pillboxes to be exposed like a cancerous tumor of the earth,
I don’t want them to come to life again and take someone’s life with them!
Let people raise a million palms and protect the beautiful face of the sun
From the burning ashes and from the Khatyn pain. Forever! Forever! And not for a moment!
I don’t want my child to hear the voice of cannon fire. Mine and yours!
Let the world explode with a cry:
Children:"No! No need!"
Presenter1: We need a peaceful arch above our heads!!!
(children read poetry)
Reader: We need peace - you and me, and all the children in the world,
And the dawn that we will see tomorrow must be peaceful.
Reader: We need peace, grass in dew, smiling childhood,
We need peace, a beautiful world that we have inherited.
Reader: "No!" - we declare to the war, to all evil and black forces...
The grass should be green and the sky should be blue!..
Reader: Do you hear, friend, the streams are ringing, the birds are singing on the branches.
We happened to be born on a wonderful land.
Reader: So let it always bloom, let the gardens make noise.
Let people look at her with loving eyes!
Presenter2: So again earthly planet
That disaster did not happen again.
We need
So that our children
They remembered this
Like us!
I have no reason to worry
So that that war is not forgotten:
After all, this memory is our conscience
She
How much strength we need...
Presenter1: (against the background of music)
Congratulations today to the heroic fathers,
To all military personnel and home front workers!
Congratulations to those who shed blood for their Motherland,
And gave their last strength!
Our condolences to the fallen, they will be remembered forever,
And for all time in our hearts!
Congratulations on the Victory today and those
Who is among the missing without news!
Congratulations to the living, those who are with us now,
Let them surround you with worries
Your great-grandchildren, grandchildren and sons,
And all those who love and know you.
Presenter2:
Today the holiday enters every home.
And joy comes to people with him.
We congratulate you on your great day,
Happy day of our glory!
Happy Victory Day!
Song "Victory Day", phonogram
Literary and musical composition “Our most important holiday is Victory Day.” Scenario Primary school
Sibileva Olga Nikolaevna, teacher primary classes Chuevo-Podgornsky branch of the Moiseevo-Alabushskaya secondary school, Uvarovsky district, Tambov regionDescription: The event is dedicated to Victory Day in the Great Patriotic War and is intended for children aged 7 – 10 years. This development can be used by primary school teachers, counselors and organizers of extracurricular activities. This scenario requires preliminary preparation, since younger schoolchildren still have a poor understanding of the Second World War. In addition, you can and should use a presentation and a projector: they will help to clearly and clearly illustrate the pages of the history of our country.
Target: formation of patriotic feelings through historical and
the heroic past of our Motherland during the Great Patriotic War
Tasks:
expand and deepen children’s understanding of the Great Patriotic War;
cultivate respect for the heroic past of the country;
to form a positive assessment of such moral qualities as self-sacrifice, heroism, patriotism;
to form in students a sense of pride in the heroic past of their Motherland;
develop citizenship and national identity of students.
Design: the hall is decorated with flowers, colorful balloons, drawings for Victory Day, wall newspapers with stories about fellow countrymen and relatives who fought during the Second World War; in the center - St. George's ribbon with the inscription “May 9 – Victory Day”
Equipment: computer (laptop), projector, presentation on the topic of the event, recording songs " Holy War"(music by A. Alexandrov, lyrics by V. Lebedev-Kumach), "Victory Day" (music by David Tukhmanov, lyrics by Vl. Kharitonov), minuses to the songs "A Little Blue Modest Handkerchief" (music by G. Petersburg, lyrics . Y. Galitsky), “Do the Russians want war” (music by E. Kolmanovsky, lyrics by E. Yevtushenko), “Cranes” (music by Yan Frenkel, lyrics by R. Gamzatov), “ Immortal Regiment"(author - Vl. Slepak).
Preliminary preparation:
1. Run a cycle cool hours, introducing younger schoolchildren to the history of our country during the Second World War.
1. If possible, go on excursions to local museums.
2. Design wall newspapers in which to place stories about veterans.
3. Write essays “War in the history of my family”
4. Hold a drawing competition by May 9.
5. Learn songs and poems.
6. Decorate the hall, decorating it with posters and flowers.
Progress of the event
Presenter 1. Today is an unusual day for us - we are standing on the threshold of the greatest holiday - Victory Day over Nazi Germany. For 73 years our country has not seen the horrors of war. For 73 years our country did not flinch from shell explosions, but even in this bright period of peaceful life there were and are the dark years of war in Afghanistan, Chechnya, Syria, where our guys died and are dying.(slide “Our most important holiday is Victory Day”)
Presenter 2. We were born in peacetime, so we never heard the howl of sirens announcing the alarm, we didn’t see houses destroyed by bombs, we don’t know what the Leningrad bread ration is. It’s hard for us to understand that you can just shoot or burn dozens, or even hundreds of people at once. Movies tell us about all this works of art. For us, war is already history.
Presenter 1. For four long years, 1418 days, the bloodiest and most terrible war in the history of mankind raged on our land. On June 22, 1941, at 3:15 a.m. in the morning, German troops crossed the border of the Soviet Union.
This is how the Great Patriotic War began.
The song by V. Lebedev-Kumach “Holy War” sounds (1 verse)
(slide “The Motherland is Calling”)
Presenter 2. Each German officer had with him a booklet containing “12 commandments in dealing with Russians,” which, in particular, said: “You must realize that you are a representative of great Germany. In the interests of the German people, you must use the most brutal and most ruthless measures. Kill every Russian. Don’t stop if there’s an old person, woman, boy or girl in front of you.”
Presenter 2. The Nazis turned our cities and villages into ruins, abused the civilian population, our prisoners of war, conducted medical experiments on Soviet people, starved them, burned them in crematoria.
(slide “Staff during the war”)
Presenter 1. These sinister acts of the Nazis aroused powerful resistance from our people. The whole country turned into a single military camp. In order not to end up in fascist slavery, for the sake of saving the Motherland, our people entered into a fierce battle with their enemies.
Both old and young went to the front.
568 people from our village went to the front, 316 did not return from the war.
Dance to the melody of “The Little Blue Modest Handkerchief”
4 students come out.
Reader 1
And from sea to sea
The Russian regiments stood up.
We stood united with the Russians
Belarusians, Latvians,
People of free Ukraine,
Both Armenians and Georgians,
Moldovans, Chuvashs -
All Soviet peoples
Against a common enemy
Everyone who loves freedom
And Russia is expensive!
Reader 2
Days and weeks flew by
This was not the first year of war.
Showed himself in action
Our people are heroic.
Reader 3
You can't even tell it in a fairy tale,
Neither words nor pen,
How helmets flew from enemies
Near Moscow and Orel.
S.V. Mikhalkov. No, we said to the fascists (truth for children)
Reader 4
Tankers were marching towards the enemy -
For the Motherland!
The ships went into battle -
For the Motherland!
Planes took off into the sky -
For the Motherland!
S.Baruzdin. A soldier walked down the street
Presenter 2. The path to Victory was difficult and long. Fierce battles took place near Moscow and Leningrad, near Brest and Stalingrad, in the Caucasus and near Kursk, Odessa, Sevastopol and Kiev.
During the war, people not only fought, during the war they continued to live... They remembered home, mother, wrote letters...
(slide “In moments of respite”)
Scene "Dugout"
Reader 5
Hello mom!
I miss you! I want to snuggle
and laugh.
I want to eat... homemade cabbage soup,
chase pigeons across the roofs!
...how is dad in the hospital?
Tomorrow I'll go on reconnaissance
behind enemy lines.
Don't be afraid.
I'm not scared at all.
Mother!
I love your eyes...
Mother!
Do you remember the warm one?
sweater...blue?
You him, please
mend...
Mother! I'll come back,
and you and I
Let's go for a walk around Leningrad again.
Mother...
All by car! To battle!
Natalie Talisman. Field mail, May 1944... excerpt from my uncle's letter.
Presenter 1. A month later, this soldier was killed at the front in one of the battles. And he was only 19 years old. This letter was conveyed to his family by his fellow soldiers.
Presenter 2. People died, but they believed in Victory and brought it closer by mastering new military professions. Rocketeers, signalmen, aviators, tank crews - it’s impossible to list them all.
(slide “Photos of soldiers”)
Reader 6
The sun is shining, the waves are splashing,
The beacons lit up
Day and night stand guard
Black Sea sailors.
The dance “Apple” is performed (music by R. Gliere).
Reader 7
And to become a soldier,
There's a lot to know
Be agile and skillful
Very dexterous, strong, brave.
The poem "Dispute" is staged in costumes.
Once (in the Ensky part it was)
We met at the training ground
Rocket,
Heavy tank
And their fighting brother -
Soldier's machine gun.
They came together and started an argument:
At the front, who is more important these days?
Rocket modestly declared: “Friends!”
I'm not going to praise myself,
However, the light interprets about me:
“There is no weapon stronger than a rocket!”
- Yes, that's true, -
I noticed Tank's bass voice, -
But about me
And about my armor
It was not for nothing that songs were composed during the war.
Even now, I will tell you without embellishment,
At the front he would be more important than you.
“You are strong, brothers, I’m glad about that,”
Automaton said with a smile, -
But suddenly, imagine, close combat breaks out
Anyone would appreciate me then!
Perhaps this debate would continue
And still,
If only I had approached our heroes
Excellent soldier - Mikhail Cherkashin.
He listened to the heated exchange
And he shook his head: “I’m sorry that often
You cannot understand the simple truth.
Here they talked about your strength,
And then they forgot
That all of you - this must be firmly remembered -
Powerless without a skilled soldier."
Presenter 1. The song walked along the path of war with the soldiers. The song saw off military echelons, visited the wounded in hospitals, was with soldiers on the front line during difficult days of attacks and retreats, and warmed the soul in rare moments of calm. The song supported the spirit of the fighter, his great faith in victory.
Reader 8
I would start my story with a song,
From that simple, secret song,
Which, like a symbol of joy, rushed
Over Warsaw, Budapest, Vienna...
On foot and in a truck,
Hot day and winter powder
We carried it in a duffel bag
The lightest precious burden...
In the quiet hour you sit down and sing,
And the soldiers will cheerfully join you.
The song “Three Tankers” is performed by boys (remade for children
Presenter 2. While the front lived with the idea of expelling the Nazis from their native land as soon as possible, the rear was guided by the state slogan “Everything for the front” and the never-fading thought “It’s even more difficult at the front.”
And this sleepless front needed a lot: weapons, ammunition, medicine, clothing, food. The country worked with inhuman tension. Of course, men, specialists who were given armor, also worked at aviation, tank and other defense factories. But most of the men in the city, and especially in the village, were replaced by their wives, sisters, and daughters.
(slide “Women in the rear during the Second World War”)
And I would also like to note that their fate was even worse: they were waiting... They were waiting for their relatives and people close to their hearts. They spent 4 whole years in anxiety... The next poem is dedicated to them - strong and courageous.
Reader 9
She turned gray in separation
During the years of the great war.
Her patient hands
Baptized by fire and labor.
She had a hard time in those years:
The whole family left to fight,
And at home she -
And the soldier
And also a soldier's mother.
But she endured troubles,
Without frowning high eyebrows,
She plowed and mowed
For my husband
For the eldest son,
For my younger sons.
And I believed again and again
What will I find in each envelope?
Her mother's word
Her secret:
"I am waiting!"
During these years I knew cool
That every line of the letter
Russia wrote with her,
Russia, Russia itself!
N. Starshinova "Soldier's Mother".
Presenter 1. Women also took part in battles. They bravely threw themselves under bullets during bombings and shelling. Sisters of mercy carried wounded soldiers from the battlefield. Women served as intelligence officers, military translators, radio operators, and joined partisan detachments. They fought shoulder to shoulder alongside men, conquering every inch of land.
(slide “Women at the front during the Second World War”)
Reader 10 (girl in a headscarf with a red trust, with a bag)
Guns roar, bullets whistle.
A soldier was wounded by a shell fragment.
Sister whispers:
“Come on, I’ll support you,
I will bandage your wound!”
I forgot everything: weakness and fear,
She carried him out of the fight in her arms.
There was so much love and warmth in her!
My sister saved many from death.
The song “Do the Russians want war” is performed (girls sing)
Presenter 2. Not only adults, but also children stood up to defend the Fatherland. Many of them had signs military valor, orders and medals. 20 thousand received the medal “For the Defense of Moscow”, 15 thousand 249 – “For the Defense of Leningrad”. Children looked after the wounded in hospitals, collected scrap metal, money for the defense fund, sent thousands of parcels with warm socks, lovingly embroidered handkerchiefs, and tobacco pouches to the front.
(slide “Children during the Second World War”)
Presenter 1. During the war, children participated in the construction of defense lines and served as messengers partisan detachments, scouts in military units. Some of them, along with adults, were awarded the title Hero of the Soviet Union. We talked about them in detail during our class hours.
(slide “Pioneer Heroes”)
Presenter 2. The Great Patriotic War lasted four and a half years. Our soldiers fought bravely in battles. More than 12 million of them were awarded orders and medals, and 11,603 soldiers were awarded the high title of Hero of the Soviet Union!
Two heroes Soviet Union– Boldyrev A.I. and Bukhnin F.P. were born in our small homeland. They returned alive from the battlefields and continued to work for the good of the Fatherland. Thanks to A.I. There is now a war memorial to Boldyrev in the city of Uvarovo, which is so loved by the residents of Uvarov and the Uvarovsky district.
(slide “Heroes-countrymen”)
Boldyrev A.I.
Opening memorial complex in Uvarovo, 1980. The right to light up Eternal Flame was given to Boldyrev A.I.
Bukhnin F.P. with his wife
Presenter 1. There is no family in Russia that was spared by the war. Therefore, on this day, every family remembers both those who remained on the battlefields and those who established a peaceful life after the war.
Children come out one at a time and briefly talk about their relatives who fought during the Second World War.
Presenter 2. 27 million died in the Great Patriotic War. Let each of you feel the stern eyes of the fallen, the purity of their hearts, feel responsibility to the memory of these people, the greatness of their feat.
Just imagine - if a minute of silence is declared for each of the 27 million people in the country, the country will be silent... for 51 years!
Many of the soldiers don’t even have graves, and if they do, they are mass graves.
(slide “Inscription on the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier”)
We will honor the memory of those who did not return from the Great Patriotic War with a minute of silence.
The song “Cranes” is performed
Presenter 1. But these sacrifices were not in vain, the Nazis were defeated. On May 9, 1945, Berlin, the last stronghold of fascism, fell. The entire sky exploded with fireworks of the long-awaited victory.
(slide “Salute”)
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This literary and musical composition was developed in preparation for the celebration of the anniversary of Victory in the Great Patriotic War.
Explanatory note
This literary and musical composition was developed in preparation for the celebration of the anniversary of Victory in the Great Patriotic War.
This event is another opportunity to show the heroism and courage of the Soviet people in the fight against the enemy, and to contribute to the formation of the patriotic consciousness of students. Holding military-patriotic song festivals and events dedicated to the Victory of our people in this bloody war at school has great importance. Junior schoolchildren They remember and perceive better what is shown and told to them than what needs to be learned. Therefore, events in which children personally participate are remembered for a long time and carry great educational potential.
All students in the class and their parents were involved in the event.
Additional information was collected and research work by definition of WWII participants among families studying in the class.
This event can be considered as the result of all the work done.
Purpose of the event: To develop moral and patriotic qualities in students. To foster respect for the older generation, foster historical literacy and a sense of patriotism among the younger generation, and develop a sense of belonging to what happened historical events during the war years. To cultivate boundless love for the Motherland, for one’s people, and pride for one’s Fatherland.
Objectives of the event: Create conditions that would allow students to practically demonstrate their patriotic feelings and civil position. Consolidate and systematize knowledge about the main events of the Second World War of 1941-1945 and its heroes. Develop a sense of respect for WWII participants and home front workers. To develop independence skills in children, to involve all students in the class and their parents in the work.
Planned results: Students will expand and deepen their knowledge on this topic; will be able to benefit from useful information, namely: to significantly expand knowledge about the events of the Great Patriotic War. will learn to speak in front of classmates and parents; students will gain experience communicating with each other while preparing for this event.
Guidelines:
- The literary and musical composition is dedicated to the celebration of the anniversary of Victory in the Great Patriotic War.
- The following methodological techniques are used to carry out the event:
- literary and musical composition;
- multimedia presentation(slide show)
- film fragments;
Venue: school, assembly hall
Equipment:
- TV
- Laptop
- Videos
- Automatic (layout)
- Artificial flowers
- Red cloth
- Jump ropes
- Raincoat tents
- Costumes for performance.
Forms of organizing children's activities:
- Collection of information about participants of the Great Patriotic War;
- Conducting a drawing competition for Victory Day;
- Learning poems and songs, dedicated to the Day Victory.
- Preparing a presentation dedicated to Victory Day.
- Publication of wall newspapers as part of the project on literary reading"Victory Day - May 9"
- Creating collages (group work) on the theme: “Fireworks, VICTORY!”
- Participation in the festival of military patriotic songs.
- Making banners - dove of peace (Appendix 13)
Hall decoration: Flowers, balloons, flags, military-themed posters, an exhibition of works by the winners of the drawing competition.
Progress of the event
The song “Silence behind the Rogozhskaya outpost” is playing(add. 1).
A guy and a girl are walking on stage, boys are kicking a ball, girls are jumping rope
Suddenly the peaceful silence is interrupted by the sounds of explosions, and Levitan’s voice announces the beginning of the war. (add.2 and adj.3)
The guy says goodbye to the girl and goes to the front.
The girl reads a poem by B.Okudzhava "Goodbye, boys."
Oh, war, what have you done, vile one:
Our yards have become quiet,
Our boys raised their heads -
They have matured for the time being
They barely loomed on the threshold
And they left, following the soldier - the soldier...
Goodbye boys!
Boys, try to go back.
No, don't hide, be tall,
Spare no bullets or grenades
And don’t spare yourself, and yet
Try to go back.
The song “Get up, huge country!” is played.(add.4)(Silent scene. Children are in the background of the stage. To the sound of music, they perform hand movements, imitating a massive rise of the people to the call “Get up, huge country.”)
Reader-1:
Fascist evil spirits attacked -
There are no numbers of enemy tanks.
Fights Brest Fortress
Under a barrage of cast lead!
Reader-2:
Sevastopol is burning with fire,
St. Andrew's flag spread out.
And covers it with her chest
Dear Odessa, sailor!
Reader-3:
Moscow is protected by Panfilov,
In the ring on the Neva Leningrad,
But tired people whisper:
“Not a step, not a step back!” 3
Presenter-1: The first months of the war were very difficult for our country. The enemy fought with ferocity, but our troops did not give up an inch of their native land without a fight.
Presenter-2: War... From Brest to Moscow – 1000 km, from Moscow to Berlin – 1600 km, total 2600 km
Presenter-2: So little, right? 2600 km is less than 4 days by train, and approximately 4 hours by plane.
Presenter-1: In dashes, on the belly, 4 years.
Children sing the song "A Soldier Walked"(adj.5)
Presenter-3: 4 years, 1418 days, 34,000 hours, and 20 million dead.
Presenter-4: 20 million dead for 1418 days - that means 14 thousand killed daily, 600 people per hour, 10 people every minute.
Presenter-3: 20 million is every 8, every 8 inhabitants of our country died during that war.
Presenter-4: The fascist barbarians destroyed over 2,000 cities and more than 70 thousand villages.
Presenter-1: War... This is the fearlessness of the defenders of Brest.
Presenter-2: War... This is 900 days of the siege of Leningrad.
Presenter-3: War... This is the oath of Panfilov’s men: “Not a step back, Moscow is behind us!”
Presenter-4: War... This is a victory won by fire and blood at Stalingrad.
Presenter-1: War... This is a feat of the heroes of the Kursk Bulge.
Presenter-2: War... This is the storming of Berlin.
Presenter-3: War... This is the memory of the hearts of the entire people.
Presenter-4: To forget the past means to betray the memory of the people who died for the happiness of the Motherland.
Presenter-1: The Patriotic War is not only blood, suffering, death, but also the highest peaks of the human spirit, the highest measure of courage, nobility, and loyalty.
Presenter-2: The images of distant loved ones helped our soldiers in their difficult everyday life at the front.
Presenter-3: Letters, so desired by the soldiers, were sent from home to the front line.
Presenter-4: Well, the fighters wrote home about how they missed home, family, and dreamed of victory.
Reading soldiers' letters(front-line letters are shown on the screen (Appendix 6. letter)
Reader-4:“Hello, mommy! Don't worry about me. I have already undergone baptism of fire. Yesterday there was a battle, our company distinguished itself in battle, and I became a real soldier.”
Reader-5:“There is little free time. You have to learn a lot on the go. But don't be discouraged. We will win. Mom, dad and grandma, don't worry about me. Don't cry. Everything is fine. Your son..."
Reader-6:“Dear mommy! Yesterday we had a big holiday in our unit. Our corps was awarded the Guards Banner. I was given new boots. My size is 36. Can you imagine how pleased I am? Yes, I almost forgot. Mommy, send me the notes of Strauss's waltzes. This is necessary for our orchestra.”
Reader-7:“I will beat the enemy to the last strength... I will avenge the destroyed village. I believe that we will get even with the Krauts. Nemchura is running away from us, we broke their teeth.”
Reader-8:
White flocks of letters
Arrived in Rus'
I read them with excitement
Knew them by heart
These letters are still
Don't lose, don't burn
Like a big shrine
They take care of their sons.
A video recording of the song “Once upon a time there was a war” is shown.(Appendix 7).
Reader-9:
Let's remember them by name,
Let us remember with our grief.
It's not the dead who need it,
We need this alive!
Reader-10:
Remember!
Through the centuries, through the years - remember!
About those who will never come again -
Remember!
Don't cry!
Hold back the moans in your throat, the bitter moans.
Be worthy of the memory of the fallen!
Eternally worthy!
Presenter-1: A minute of silence is announced!
(Metronome sound)(adj.8)
Reader-11:
Where the grass is damp with dew and blood,
Where the pupils of machine guns look fiercely,
Full height, above the front line trench
The winner, the soldier, stood up.
The heart beat against the ribs intermittently, often.
Silence... Silence... Not in a dream - in reality.
And the infantryman said: “We’ve given up! That's it!
And he noticed a snowdrop in the ditch.
On the screen there are film fragments “Victory was not easy” (Appendix 9)
Children sing the song “Victory was not easy” (Appendix 10)
Presenter-1: We, the young generation of the DPR, will always remember the heroic exploits of our people during the Great Patriotic War.
Presenter-2: The names of the heroes who gave their lives for our future will forever remain in our hearts.
Presenter-3: We will be worthy descendants of that great generation.
Presenter-4: We are grateful to our grandfathers and great-grandfathers for this victory.
Presenter-1: We promise to be worthy of our great Motherland, our heroic people!
Children sing the song “From the Heroes of Bygone Times” (Appendix 11)
(At this time, a video is shown, appendix 12)
Reader-12:
Remember!
Through the centuries,
in a year, -
remember!
About those
who won't come anymore
never, -
remember!
Don't cry!
In the throat
hold back your groans,
bitter moans.
In memory
fallen
be
worthy!
Forever
worthy!
Bread and song
Dreams and poems
life
spacious,
every second
with every breath
be
worthy!
People!
As long as hearts
knocking -
remember!
Which
at the cost
happiness is won, -
Please,
remember!
Your song
sending you flying -
remember!
About those
who will never again
won’t sing, -
remember!
To my children
tell us about them
so that
remember!
For children
children
tell us about them
so that too
remember!
At all times
immortal
Earth
remember!
To the twinkling stars
leading ships, -
about the dead
remember!
Meet
tremulous spring,
people of the Earth.
Kill
war,
curse
war,
people of the Earth!
Carry your dream
in a year
and life
fill it up!..
But about those
who won't come anymore
never, -
I conjure, -
remember!
Reader-13:
Thanks to everyone who gave their lives
For holy Rus', for freedom.
Who forgot fear and fought
serving your beloved people!
Reader-14:
Thank you, your feat is eternal!
While my country is alive,
Are you in our souls,
In our heart!
All together: We will never forget the heroes!
Scenario of literary and musical composition
"And tomorrow there was a war..."
CHARACTERS: Leading
Participants in the skit “Brother and Sister”
Participants in the skit “PHOTO”
Leading:
The entire globe is underfoot.
I live. I'm breathing. I sing.
But in memory it is always with me
Killed in battle.
Let me not name all the names,
There is no blood relative.
Isn't that why I live
Why did they die?
(S.P. Shchipachev)
A minute of silence. Metronome.
Young man:
Or maybe there was no war...
And people dreamed about it all:
devastated land
Executions and concentration camps,
Khatyn and mass graves?
Young woman:
Or maybe there was no war,
And the children did not sleep at the machines,
And women in ruined villages
We didn’t suffocate in the fields,
Lying shoulder to the chilly wind?
(A. Rosenbaum)
Young man:
Or maybe there was no war?
And "Schmeisser" is a children's toy.
A diary covered in blood from wounds
Was not written by Anne Frank,
Berlin didn't hear the thunder of the guns?
(A. Rosenbaum)
Young woman:
Or maybe there was no war,
And the world invented it for itself?
“But why old people?
Is that how they cry in May from sadness?”
One night I thought.
(A. Rosenbaum)
All together:
...Or maybe there was no war.
And people dreamed about all this?..
(A. Rosenbaum)
Young man:
They didn't know then
Walking from school evenings,
That tomorrow will be the first day of the war,
And it will end only at 45, in May
Scene.
Characters: Natka. Andrey. Natka's younger brother.
Andrey. - Well, that's all! School is behind. A carefree childhood is behind us!
Yes! Ahead is the road to a happy future!!!
Natka. - What will you do in this happy future?
I want to become a teacher! Geography teacher! I will show my students our country, so great, so beautiful, so wonderful!!!
Andrey. - Mother comes home tired from work, I want to make her work easier. I dream of coming up with a machine that would free up a person’s hands in plants and factories and would do any work itself.
You know, Natka, only 3-4 years will pass, and we will become completely different. We will be able to prove the greatness of our country with our very real deeds. Our parents, teachers, classmates will be proud of us...
(Natka’s younger brother appears)
Natka, Natka!!!
Fighting in the yard again?
Yeah! Only I didn’t cry!
I'll grow up and train to be a sailor.
I was already swimming in the bath!
God, what a shot!
I have no more strength!
Natka, when will I grow up?
When you grow up, eat cutlets!
Natka, shall we buy a live horse?
Horse? Why is this being done?
Natka, will they accept me as a pilot?
They will accept it, where will they go?
You are one of everyone, Satan,
You can shake out your soul!
Natka, it’s true that there will be a war.
And I won't have time to grow up?
A message from the Soviet Information Bureau about the beginning of the war sounds
Song. “The twenty-second of June, at exactly 4 o’clock”(music by E. Petersburgsky)
Twenty second of June
At exactly four o'clock.
Kyiv was bombed, they told us
That the war has begun.
The war began at dawn
To kill more people.
Parents slept, their children slept
When they started bombing Kyiv.
Andrey:
Forties, fatal.
Lead, gunpowder...
War is sweeping across Russia
And we are so young!!!
"PHOTO": characters: Young woman. Andrey. Nata. Irina. Lara.
Young woman. The photo is gathering dust on the wall.
And every day at dawn
I look at young faces...
We lived in the same yard
We studied in one tenth,
Always like one family.
This is how we once were...
And in the center, imagine me
(sits on a chair) (against the background of foxtrot music)
Andrey was our support.
(Andrey comes out and stands behind the back of the chair)
He protected our entire class,
I really liked to argue
And he played the guitar.
Natka is the life of the party...
(Nata appears, stands next to Andrey, they smile at each other)
And he's an expert in school matters.
It happened that on dates
I didn't have time.
Their names were "groom" and "bride".
They weren't embarrassed, no.
Love - everyone knows it -
Knows no barriers or years.
Lara and Irina are friends...
(Holding hands, Lara and Irina appear. One stands next to Nata, the other near the chair)
Together everywhere and always.
Cheerful two laughing girls
And don't spill the water.
And this is our athlete Kolya!
(Kolya crouches near the chair, in front of Andrey. It turns out to be a “photograph”)
The house is proud of Kolya!
All thoughts about football
Well, studies come later.
(Music sounds loudly. The still frame of the “photography” comes to life, the guys take turns coming to the front of the stage and pronouncing the text)
Andrey. This is how we lived then.
The exams were coming to an end
Kolya. The girls sewed dresses,
So that it suits everyone.
Nata. Graduation was fun back then!
Dancing and a night without sleep.
(Foxtrot sounds loud and ends abruptly)
Lara. We managed to finish school
When the war started.
(The march sounds loud, then becomes quieter)
Irina. (Against the background of music)
We stood there stunned
And they couldn’t move...
Young woman. And as if spellbound
They intertwined their hands
(Everyone on stage joins hands)
Andrey. We didn't sleep all night until the morning,
Peering into the horizon.
Young woman. And the lips themselves whispered...
All. To the front! To the front! To the front!
(The march sounds loudly, then fades into the background)
Kolya. And the war scattered us!
(The line breaks up together; everyone changes places at the same time, only the girl remains in place - in the center)
All on different fronts!
Young woman. Who was there knows a lot
It fell to our lot.
The bitterness of smoky dawns
Each of us has absorbed...
(Music stops. Pause.)
No! I don't want to talk about it!
There will be a story about the future!
(A foxtrot sounds. Andrei and Nata walk towards each other from opposite ends of the stage and meet on the proscenium to the left of the girl.)
Nata. We've been talking about each other for a long time
They didn’t know: how, what and where...
Andrey. Under the long songs of the blizzard
I was thinking about you
We met in forty-three,
As you can see - forever! (Hugs Nata's shoulders)
Nata. Happiest couple in the world
It never happened!
(Lara and Irina come on stage and stand to the right of the girl)
Irina. We were nurses in the company...
Lara. And even if they burned in hell.
To this terrible job
We got used to fighting, on the move.
Irina. And after the victory song
Made a dream come true:
We studied, worked together...
Lara and Irina. Graduated from medical school!
Kolya. (Stands next to Lara and Irina)
The endless distances were burning,
And my heart was racing!
We trampled on fascist helmets.
Not a soccer ball!
After the war, playing for the city,
I was always accurate
And I dedicated every goal
Girls of the tenth "A".
Young woman. Believe me, that’s how it happened!
And everyone was happy!
And the birds swam across the sky,
And the stars bathed in dew!
I know. Everything would be so
(The foxtrot sounds loudly, ends abruptly)
If it weren't for the war...
Larka was the first to die.
It lies near Lvov.
(Lara goes deep into the stage, stands with her back to the audience)
Irina and Natka a little later...
(Irina and Natka stand next to Lara.)
Then the boys disappeared...
I don't even know, god
Where are they all...
(The girl goes to the left half of the proscenium so as not to block the guys standing with their backs to the audience)
The photo is gathering dust on the wall.
And every day at dawn
I look at young faces...
We lived in the same yard.
This is how we once were -
Last tenth grade...
Forgive me guys
I live alone... for you
The song “For that guy” plays
The guys stand without moving, then quickly leave in different directions.
WAR CHRONICLES
1.On the first day of the war they were 17 - 20 years old. Of every 100 children of this age who went to the front, 97 did not return. 97 out of 100!
Here it is, war!
2. War is 900 days and nights of besieged Leningrad. This is 125 grams of bread per day. These are tons of bombs and shells falling on civilians.
3. War means 20 hours at the machine a day. This is a crop grown on soil salty from sweat. These are bloody calluses on the palms of boys and girls like you.
3. War means 1,725 destroyed and burned cities and towns, over 70 thousand villages in our country.
4. War means 32 thousand blown up plants and factories, 65 thousand kilometers of railway tracks.
5. War means 27 million dead
6. No, the exploits of the soldiers are not forgotten,
Their military work and courage are praised.
And may we honor a lot different dates,
There is nothing more majestic than Victory Day!
7. We need peace to build cities,
Plant trees and work in the fields.
All people of good will want it,
We need peace forever, forever!
Final song “Do the Russians want war” (music: E. Kolmanovsky, lyrics: E. Yevtushenko)
LITERARY LIVING ROOM
"STORK - SPRING BIRD"
(ABOUT THE INTERNATIONALIST POET A. STOVB).
Description: This material is intended for high school students when conducting extracurricular activity on the topic “May 9 – Victory Day”, can also be used in elective classes or fragmentarily in lessons.
Target: introduce students to the participants Afghan war, with warriors whose poetic talent blossomed during the harsh war period, with the life and work of 23-year-old Alexander Stovba (Stork), posthumously admitted to the Union of Writers of the USSR; to instill in schoolchildren respect for military traditions and people who have gone through the difficult path of war.
PROGRESS OF THE EVENT
There are soldiers standing in a semicircle on the stage, one of the Afghan songs is playing.Presenter. Stork, by folk legend, is a bird that brings happiness, joy and hope to people. An amazing bird, the most beloved among my people. A bird from its native Ukraine flew so far from the gray Dnieper and did not return home.
LEADERSHIP. Stork is the literary pseudonym of the poet Alexander Stovba, an officer Soviet Army, who died at age twenty-two in Afghanistan. Our story is about him and his beloved girl - Larisa Shabatko. Laura, Lorietta, Lorentina... Sasha dedicated his poems to her.
1st soldier. It was the penultimate day of March 1980. In the night gorge, dushmans surrounded the Stork platoon. The enemy ambush resembled a cruel hoop of a boa constrictor. Alexander Stovba and four other soldiers with a decisive blow cut through the tightening ring, covered the retreat of their comrades, and they themselves remained in the gorge, in a trap.
Larisa comes on stage.
Larisa. In our Dnepropetrovsk, we grew up together, until we were ten years old, and were childhood friends. Then Sasha's parents moved to another city. We met again years later... With trepidation and hope, I felt that something big and real was emerging between us. This feeling, I now realize, comes to a person only once in a lifetime. He called me affectionately Laura, Lorietta, Laurentina.
Stork enters the stage.
Stork.
Laura, Lorietta, Laurentina,
The song of the wind, sung more than once,
My thoughts are a brigantine seagull
Looking for the haven of your sweet eyes.
Laurentina, Laura, Laurietta,
You are my love, my dream,
Cobweb sunlight,
How holy you are to me.
I will walk a hundred roads, a hundred passes,
The globe is both big and small.
In your name, to the music of the halts,
I will name everything that I found.
2nd soldier.
Sasha woke up from a fierce pain that seemed to be tearing his whole body apart. Where is he? What's wrong with him? Someone turned him over on his side with a rough foot. Sasha was wounded in the stomach, two bullets went through his heart, two burned his left hand... But this was not enough for the dushmans. The executioners tormented the young soldiers in the fire.
And with some kind of burning tongs they bloodied Sasha’s right hand, and on the left they cut the metacarpal bones, cut his legs above the knees, twisted the veins, cut off his feet.
Alexander Matrosov
For officers and soldiers
In a difficult battle, time is compressed...
Now, having prepared the machine guns,
Your comrades are lying down.
Their life depends on you.
O feat of immortal flight!
You rushed to shoot first,
Loving friends and homeland.
And, having crushed the lines with an attack,
The native company went forward.
And you are at the enemy pillbox
You lie in the snow, unwavering.
Young citizen of the Fatherland,
We are following you.
You gave your life for Victory Day,
And he could live to be gray.
L a r i s a.
Sasha had a deeply lyrical, poetic soul. He loved to keep things dear to both of us and refer to them from time to time. In the spring I sent him white flower lily of the valley And how glad I was when two years later I found out that Sasha saved him and didn’t lose him. I remembered: my hands touched this flower.
Flower of love
The flower of love - it quickly withers in the house,
Losing the aroma of the fields and color.
It lies like a bookmark in a book volume
Years I once read.
But if you touch the memory of the page a little -
And everything I lived with, suffered with, suffered with,
Such a squall suddenly awakens in the soul -
And voices and faces come to life.
And next to him - he is a silent witness,
Untouched by the winds of change,
The flower of the fields, left in love,
Received for a kiss in exchange.
Whose gift is this and where is its owner?
Who knows what meadow I grew up in?
An unexpected witness to my fate,
Under the root mowed in the July hayfield?!
I take, nervously, the fragile stem.
It contains a moment of mystery, secret beauty...
And I begin to believe in miracles,
Kissing an unusual cornflower.
Stork.
What to do?
In this starry world.
Love is still the same
Remains valid...
Love is still hope
Still love is longing
And you are gentle with me as before,
And shy to the point of embarrassment.
Larisa.
During our separation from Sasha, a guy I knew, whom I had once dated, reappeared. He said that if we didn’t sign urgently, we’d never see each other again. We secretly signed. Now I have no excuse for myself. After a languid silence, I wrote to Sasha that I didn’t believe in his love, which ignited so quickly. I wrote to him insincerely, just to somehow justify myself. Life with an unloved person weighed heavily on me, I secretly cried all night long, remembering Sashenka, and one autumn day I decided to write to him. I waited for an answer, prayed to heaven and earth for forgiveness. And Sasha answered me. With hands trembling with excitement, I opened the envelope and read my well-deserved verdict: “Laura! Be a good wife!”
Stork.
When you're crushed by loneliness,
Separation locked within four walls
And left my former friend forever,
Do not keep the reproach of resentment in your eyes.
Open the window - magical coolness
Will embrace the autumn night, lovingly,
Worried heart. And annoyance
It will leave you indignant.
4th soldier.
The cruelest of nights has passed behind the mountains. Sasha was crawling, approaching the road, when he heard the hurried steps of people running behind him. These were dushmans. They approached the wounded man openly, fearing nothing. But he shot again, shot twice! He killed two, but the third managed to throw a knife at him, and then shot him twice into his already stopped heart...
5th soldier.
In the morning, in a gorge near the river, Sasha’s comrades found his bullet-ridden hat among the stones. But the body was nowhere to be found. The falling rain almost washed away the traces of blood leading towards the road. It took more than six hours to catch up with dead Sasha.
6th soldier.
Sasha was almost at the road. Near him lay two corpses of dushmans.
Sasha lay with his face turned to the sky, where they had disappeared forever for him. star worlds. The wounded hand reached out to his heart at the last moment, and it seemed to his friends that Sasha was clutching the locked trace of his meteorite in his palm.
Stork.
A meteorite lives for a moment,
Burning in the smoky blue.
His sheer drop
Through death directed towards the Earth.
And I'm ready, flying through the years,
Meteorite in the blue haze
Burn, burning away all adversity,
In the name of peace on Earth!
A young man and a girl sing a song by A. Rybnikov and A. Voznesensky “I will never forget you.”