Download the musical composition for May 9. Literary and musical composition "May 9"
Literary - musical composition
(The song "A long time ago ..." sounds)
(2 boys and 2 girls come out)
1st: Human memory is strictly
2nd: Days counts like fighters in the ranks
3rd: The world knows that the path was not easy
4th: To this solemn day
1st: Victory comes to us again and again
2nd: Beautiful and young, as in the forty-fifth,
3rd: Comes in the splendor of the old orders
4th: On a veteran soldier's jacket.
1st: Washed with tears - not by the rain
2nd: Flashing not with fire, but with the happiness of life,
3rd: Victory comes to us in a spring day,
4th: So that you never forget
All together: What a feat was accomplished by the Fatherland!
Lead 1 :
Good afternoon, dear guys, teachers and guests! On May 9, our country celebrates a great holiday - Victory Day!
Lead 2:
Today's literary and musical composition is dedicated to this significant date.
Lead 1:
The last peaceful day in 1941 was Saturday. After the usual week of work, millions of Soviet people went to rest ...
Lead 2:
The silence of the coming night, warm in summer, fragrant, in many cities and villages was broken by the happy voices of young people celebrating their entry into adulthood ...
And suddenly, in one second, in an instant, everything was cut off ...
(Mozart "Requiem")
("Holy War" sounds)
Student 1:
Are children born for death, Motherland?
Did you want our death, Motherland?
The flame hit the sky - do you remember, Motherland?
She said quietly: "Get up to the rescue ..." - Homeland?
Student 2:
War ... There is no more severe word.
War ... there is no sadder word.
War ... there is no word more sacred
In the longing and glory of these years,
And on our lips is different
It cannot yet be ... and no ...
Student 3:
Think about it! How frightening it is - one nation is killing another!
Man kills man.
He becomes sophisticated in torture, invents weapons, humiliates - and humiliates himself.
For what? By what right?
Lead 1:
At dawn on June 22, 1941, the Great Patriotic War began. For 4 long years until May 9, 1945, our grandfathers and great-grandfathers fought for the liberation of the Motherland from fascism. They did it for the sake of future generations, for us. Let us tell everyone about this just war so that they will remember.
Lead 2: On the first day of the war, they were 17 - 20 years old. Out of every one hundred children of this age who went to the front, 97 did not return. 97 out of a hundred! Here it is - war!
Lead 1:
The war is 1725 destroyed and burned cities and towns, over 70 thousand villages and villages in our country. The war means 32 thousand blown up factories and 65 thousand kilometers of railways.
Lead 2:
War is the fearlessness of the defenders of Brest, it is 900 days of besieged Leningrad, this is the oath of the Panfilovites: "Not a step back, Moscow is behind us!"
Lead 1:
War is a victory over Stalingrad obtained by fire and blood, this is the feat of the heroes of the Kursk Bulge, this is the storming of Berlin, this is the memory of the heart of the whole people.
Lead 2:
War is 20 hours at the bench a day. This is a crop grown on sweat-salty soil. These are bloody calluses on the palms of girls and boys like us.
Lead 1:
No, neither we nor our children should forget about it.
Forgetting the past means betraying the memory of the people who died for the happiness of the Motherland.
Lead 2:
I know the sun will not spray into empty eye sockets!
I know: the song will not open heavy graves!
But in the name of the heart
But on behalf of life I repeat:
Eternal glory! Eternal glory to the heroes!
(A minute of silence is announced)
MINUTE OF SILENCE
(Editing of poems)
1.
Soldiers have stories everywhere
Mighty ones, you walked everywhere
Through the thunder of war, hardships and losses,
Before death, without bowing his head.
2.
You saved your homeland in battle,
Overcame all obstacles.
Thank you from all over the world,
Thank you for everything, soldiers.
3.
And good hour, happy hour,
Peaceful Dawn Hour
In your name, in your name.
We are celebrating Victory!
4.
How you entered the cities!
Children were running towards you.
Thank you forever
We are all living in the world.
5.
We remember everyone by name
And we are glad to hug everyone!
Thank you from the bottom of my heart,
Thank you soldiers!
6.
There is no more honest victory than your victory,
There is no more expensive and better victory in the world.
There is no merit more valuable, there is no covenant wiser,
Than the one that you gave to descendants forever.
7.
Let your courage be an example for us
May victory become an eternal fire for us.
You were a pioneer of the distant times,
We will carry your courage like a flag.
8.
We would like to wish you health,
And cheerfulness in our difficult age of change.
Let the grandchildren give what they can give you,
And the wisdom of life will be received in return.
9.
May this holiday be wonderful for you,
Day of youth, peace, kindness, beauty,
Let the eyes of veterans shine with happiness,
May your dreams come true!
Lead 1:
The Soviet people paid dearly for the Victory in the worst war in the history of the world.
Lead 2.
Our people know well the value of peace, a peaceful life.
The world is a morning full of light and hope.
Lead 1:
The world is flowering gardens and ears of corn.
Lead 2:
The world is a school bell, a school with the sun in its windows.
Lead 1:
It's good to wake up and know that you have a beautiful day ahead of you, that nothing threatens you, and all your dreams will come true. It's good to be happy!
(Readers come out)
Let the cities sleep more calmly.
Let the sirens shriek
Doesn't sound over my head.
Let not a single shell explode
None of them scribbles a machine gun.
Let our forests announce
And let the years pass peacefully
Let there never be a war!
Lead 2:
Today a veteran of the Great Patriotic War Perepelitsin Vitaly Nikolaevich is present at our holiday!
(Applause)
Lead 1:
Dear Vitaly Nikolaevich! We congratulate you on Victory Day! We bow before the greatness of the feat of all the soldiers who defended our Motherland.
Lead 2:
Dear Vitaly Nikolaevich! We will ask you to tell us about the difficult days of the war, about your fighting youth, about how this great victory was given to the Russian people!
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The material was selected in accordance with the age category. Poems of Soviet writers about the war, historical information about the course of the Second World War, additional material for dramatizing poems were provided. The combination of sound and literary accompaniment helps children to feel the mood of those events.
Targets and goals:
- Formation of the foundations of the worldview, interest in social phenomena;
- Fostering a sense of patriotism, pride for the Soviet people.
- Ideas about the active role of a person in the life of society.
- Education of cognitive activity.
- Education of political consciousness.
- The development of the desire to learn more about the Motherland, about its defenders and their exploits.
- Development of inclinations for artistic creativity.
Equipment: Audio recordings: I. Levitan's voice about the beginning of the Great Patriotic War, about the end of the Great Patriotic War, P. Tchaikovsky "Waltz of the Flowers", Mozart "Requiem Lacrimosa", the song "Victory Day", "Farewell of a Slav," backing track of the song "Smuglyanka" ; second hand of the clock, candle, leaves from Tanya Savicheva's diary, imitation of a fire.
Event progress
Tchaikovsky's "Waltz of the Flowers" sounds. A girl in a dress and with braided pigtails and a boy in shorts and with a fishing rod come out.
Girl.
An apple tree blooms over a quiet river.
The gardens stand, lost in thought.
What a smart homeland,
She herself is like a wonderful garden!
The river is playing with ripples,
In it the fish is all made of silver,
What a rich homeland,
Do not count her good!
A leisurely wave is running
The vastness of the fields caresses the eye.
What a happy homeland
And this happiness is all for us!
Boy.
In the morning the sun rises
Calls us to the street.
I leave the house:
- Hello, my street!
I sing and in silence
The birds are singing to me.
Herbs whisper to me on the way:
- You quickly, my friend, grow!
I answer the herbs
I answer the wind
I answer the sun:
- Hello, my Motherland!
Teacher. It was a fine summer day. The school year is over. Graduation balls were held in schools. The tenth graders said goodbye to school and prepared to enter the big world. Everyone had their own plans ...
Children go on stage, recite poems.
Student.
It seemed that the flowers were cold
and they faded slightly from the dew.
I dawn that walked through the grasses and bushes,
searched the German binoculars.
Pupil.
The flower, covered in dewdrops, nestled to the flower,
and the border guard held out his hands to them.
And the Germans, having finished drinking coffee, at that moment
climbed into tanks, closed hatches.
Pupil.
Everything breathed such silence,
that the whole earth was still asleep, it seemed.
Who knew that between peace and war
only some five minutes left!
Student.
I wouldn't sing about anything else,
but I would praise my road all my life,
when would an army humble trumpeter
I sounded the alarm for these five minutes.
The children sit down. "The Farewell of a Slav" sounds. The boys on the stage put on their caps, say goodbye to the girls and walk off the stage with a marching step. The girls wave their handkerchiefs after the departing "soldiers". Wipe away the tears.
Teacher. On June 22, 1941, the most terrible war in the history of mankind began - the Great Patriotic War. The Great Patriotic War was the most deadly and destructive. She took with her millions of lives, spared neither the elderly nor the children, wiped out thousands of cities and villages from the face of the earth.
Student.
Having concentrated the regiments against us,
The enemy attacked a peaceful country.
In the white night, the whitest night
Started this black war!
Whether he wants it or not,
And he will receive his own from the war:
Soon even days, not only nights,
Will become, will become black for him!
Pupil.
That longest day of the year
With its cloudless weather
Gave us a common misfortune
For all, for all four years.
She so pressed the mark
And laid so many on the ground,
That twenty years and thirty years
The living cannot believe that they are alive.
And straightening a ticket to the dead,
Someone close is driving everything
And time adds to the lists
Someone else, someone else ...
Teacher. The Great Patriotic War lasted 4 long years - one thousand four hundred and eighty days. From Moscow to Berlin 2600 kilometers. If you go by train, then this is more than two days, if you fly by plane - three hours, and if in dashes and on bellies - four years.
27 million dead on 2600 kilometers. That's almost 10,400 killed per kilometer, that's 10 people per square meter of land.
27 million dead in 1418 days. That's 19,000 killed every day, that's 800 people per hour, that's 13 people every minute.
27 million deaths in relation to the total population of that time, this is every sixth. Every sixth inhabitant died.
Teacher. After heavy battles, in those minutes when our valiant warriors were resting, songs were often sounded.
Children go on stage, stage the song "Smuglyanka".
Teacher. For every soldier, “news” from relatives and friends was important. With what impatience they awaited news from home! Often in the evenings, in between battles, sitting by the fire, they wrote home.
Boys in the costumes of soldiers come out on the stage, sit by the fire and write letters. An audio recording of Mozart's Requiem Lacrimosa is played.
Boy(imitates writing a letter)
Wait for me and I will come back.
Just wait really hard
Wait for the sadness
Yellow rains
Wait for the snow to sweep
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 everyone who is waiting together.
Wait for me and I will come back,
To spite all deaths.
Who did not wait for me, let him
He will say: - Lucky.
Do not understand, who did not wait for them,
As among the fire
By their expectation
You saved me.
How I survived, we will know
Only you and me, -
You just knew how to wait
Like no one else.
Teacher. Not only adults, but also children stood up to defend the Fatherland. They helped in the rear and at the front. Twenty thousand pioneers received a medal "For the Defense of Moscow". Fifteen thousand two hundred and forty-nine young Leningraders were awarded medals for the defense of Leningrad.
Girls in the costumes of soldiers appear on the stage.
Girl.
Uncompressed rye is swinging.
Fighters are marching along it.
We are walking and we are girls,
Look like guys.
Girl.
No, these are not houses that are burning -
That my youth is on fire ...
The girls are going through the war
Look like guys.
Teacher. Children and war are incompatible concepts. Boys and girls who went to war had to part with their childhood.
SCENE
The scene is shown by a boy and a girl. Sister, wrapped in a shawl, plays with a doll.
Sister:
So cold! And mom doesn't go.
Perhaps she will bring us some bread?
Well, at least where to find a little bit,
I'm scared to go to bed when I'm hungry.
A brother is repairing a stool.
Brother:
Am I not hungry?
Want!
But still I am silent.
After all, where our dad is now,
Harder than ours.
No shells explode here,
And we have a house with you.
And most importantly, the Nazis are far away.
And for whom it is easy in the country.
Sister:
Do you remember the pancakes with jam,
Tea with mom's cookies
Which she baked on holidays.
Now I would eat it all alone!
Brother:
Again you started talking about food,
I'd rather not poison my soul!
The more often you remember her,
The more you feel hunger.
And I don't need these memories.
Sister: But my mother’s footsteps can be heard.
Brother:
Do not try to whimper in front of her.
Let her rest first.
Teacher. Yes, there was nothing to eat. An adult working person was given 250 grams a day, those who did not work and children were given 125 grams of bread from a mixture of sawdust and flour a day. People were dying of hunger. Whole families died. The man could not stand hunger and terrible frosts in winter.
How terrible it was to live in besieged Leningrad, much has been written. But the most difficult narrative contains only seven lines. This is the diary of a twelve-year-old resident of Leningrad, Tanya Savicheva. A child's hand, losing strength from hunger, wrote unevenly, sparingly. A fragile soul, struck by unbearable suffering, was no longer capable of living emotions. Tanya simply recorded the real facts of her life - the tragic "visits of death" to her home
Children appear on the stage holding "pages" from the diary of Tanya Savicheva, a resident of besieged Leningrad. Children read and demonstrate the girl's notes.
Student 7."They all died." "Tanya is the only one left"
Children leave the stage.
Student.
For loss - loss,
My peers are dying out.
Hits our square
Though the battles are long gone.
What to do?-
Squeezing into the ground
Protect the perishable body?
No, I don't accept this,
This is not at all about this.
Who mastered the forty-first,
Will fight to the end.
Ah charred nerves
Burnt hearts! ..
Teacher. Yes, the war brought a lot of grief. There were victims in every house, the ground was covered with blood. But our people survived. Soviet soldiers drove the Nazis from our land and drove them to their homes. And then the Germans realized that it was impossible to cope with such a strong people. And they gave up, admitted defeat. On May 8, 1945, an act of unconditional surrender of Nazi Germany was signed in the city of Potsdam. And on May 9 they announced the victory of the Soviet people over German Germany.
Student.
War is over,
But a singed song
Over every house
She's still spinning
And we will not forget
That twenty seven million
Gone into immortality
To live with us.
Teacher. In memory of the victims, I ask everyone to stand up. Let us bow our heads before the greatness of the feat of the Russian soldier. Let us honor the memory of all those who died in the war with a minute of silence.
The teacher lights a candle, the recording of the second hand of the clock sounds. Children stand up, bow their heads.
Student.
For everything that we have now
For every happy hour we have
For the fact that the sun shines on us
Thanks to the valiant soldiers,
That the world was once defended.
The song "Victory Day" is played.
Teacher. The symbol of VICTORY DAY is a carnation. Carnations blazing with a red flame seemed to remind passers-by: a lot of blood was shed for the Victory, a lot of lives were given ... And these carnations are given to those who won this victory and freedom for us - to veterans, and to those who did not return from the battlefields - they are laid at the monument and eternal fire.
Children present carnations to veterans attending the celebration.
Target: to contribute to the formation of patriotic feelings of schoolchildren, a sense of involvement in the history of their country, its past.
Tasks:
- to expand the knowledge of students about the Great Patriotic War,
- develop the creativity of students,
- to form the aesthetic feelings of schoolchildren.
Registration: multimedia presentations for songs about war (classes prepare presentations for the competition in advance).
1st presenter: Today our country celebrates one of the most significant holidays - Victory Day. This is “joy with tears in our eyes,” as one poet said. Indeed, on this day, both joy and sorrow are near.
2nd presenter: There is no family in Russia that was bypassed by the war. Therefore, on this day, every family remembers those who remained on the battlefields and those who, after the war, established a peaceful life.
3rd presenter: And they also congratulate those soldiers of the Great Patriotic War who live today, and their number is decreasing, today the youngest soldiers of the last military draft are already well over seventy. Many veterans have not only grandchildren, but also great-grandchildren, and even great-great-grandchildren.
4th host: War ... From Brest to Moscow 1000 kilometers, from Moscow to Berlin - 1600. Total 2600 kilometers.
1st presenter: This is if we speak in the mean language of numbers. So few, isn't it? 2600 kilometers. By train - four days, by plane - four hours, and running on bellies - four long, endless years.
2nd presenter: War ... This is the fearlessness of the defenders of Brest, this is 900 days of besieged Leningrad, this is the oath of the Panfilovites: "Not a step back, Moscow is behind us!"
3rd presenter: This is the victory at Stalingrad obtained by fire and blood, this is the feat of the heroes of the Kursk Bulge, this is the storming of Berlin, this is the memory of the heart of the whole people.
4th host: Forgetting the past means betraying the memory of the people who died for the happiness of the Motherland.
1st presenter: No, neither we nor future generations should forget about it.
2nd presenter: If a minute of silence were declared for every person who died in World War II, the world would be silent for fifty years.
Song "Holy War", presentation of 8 "A" class.
Reader 4:
Have you bequeathed to us to perish, Motherland?
Life promised, love promised, Motherland!
Reader 5:
Are children born for death, Motherland?
Did you want our death, Motherland?
Reader 4:
The flame hit the sky - do you remember, Motherland?
She said quietly: "Get up to the rescue ..." - Homeland.
Reader 5:
Nobody begged you for fame, Motherland.
It was just that everyone had a choice: me or Motherland.
Reader 4:
The best and most expensive is the Motherland.
Your grief is our grief, Motherland.
Reader 5:
Your truth is our truth, Motherland.
Your glory is our glory, Motherland! ( R. Rozhdestvensky. "Requiem").
The song "We will not stand for the price" is being performed.
Reader 6.
We are not here with you because the date,
Like an evil shard, memory burns in my chest,
To the grave of the unknown soldier
You come on holidays and weekdays.
He protected you on the battlefield
Fell down without stepping back
And this hero has a name:
The Soviet army is a simple soldier.
3rd presenter: In Moscow, near the Kremlin wall, at the tomb of the Unknown Soldier, the Eternal Flame always burns. There are written the words: "Your name is unknown, your feat is not forgotten."
4th host: And in Kaliningrad, like in any other city of our great country, the Eternal Flame always burns in memory of those who did not spare their lives for the sake of millions of others' lives - our lives.
1st presenter:
Let's remember all by name,
Let us remember with our hearts.
The dead don't need it
It is necessary - alive!
2nd presenter: Let us honor the memory of those killed during the Great Patriotic War with a minute of silence.
MINUTE OF SILENCE (Metronome).
Reader 7:
Fewer veterans every year
We meet at the eternal flame
Which were mined in the 45th
Victory for you and me.
Gray-haired veterans go to the fire,
Honor the dead frontline friends
And many wounds are whining of that war,
Over the years, more and more.
Congratulations to everyone on the Victory Day,
After all, sixty have passed since then,
When fathers and even our grandfathers,
The fascists were given a memorable rebuff! ( "To the Victory Day". Chebotnyagin A.S.).
3rd presenter: For many of today's children, the Great Patriotic War is almost the same distant past as the war with Napoleon. And therefore, young people with a swastika appear on Russian soil.
4th host: And some historians are beginning to speculate what would have happened if Soviet soldiers had not blocked the way for the Nazis.
1st presenter: And they did not reason, they simply stood to the last: in Brest and in Stalingrad, near Kursk and in besieged Leningrad. They stood and stood their ground, their birches.
The vocal group performs the song "The Last Battle".
Readers-1, 2, 3against the background of quiet music, read a poem by K. Simonov« Wait for me".
2nd presenter: It was they, the young soldiers, who bore the brunt of the war on their shoulders.
3rd presenter: The Great Patriotic War lasted 1418 days. Fascist barbarians destroyed and burned over 70 thousand cities, towns and villages of our Motherland.
4th host: They destroyed 84 thousand schools, 334 higher educational institutions.
1st presenter: The enemy did not spare either women, or the elderly, or children. Millions of Soviet lives were claimed by the war.
1st reader:
They drove their mothers with their children
And they forced to dig a hole, but themselves
They stood, a bunch of savages,
And they laughed in hoarse voices.
Lined up at the edge of the abyss
Powerless women, skinny guys.
The drunken major came and with copper eyes
Threw away the doomed ...
2nd reader:
Cloudy rain
Buzzed in the foliage of neighboring groves
And in the fields, dressed in darkness,
And the clouds fell over the ground,
Driving each other furiously ...
No, this I will not forget the day
I will never forget, forever!
I saw: rivers cried like children,
And mother earth sobbed in rage.
I saw with my eyes
Like a mournful sun washed with tears,
Out through the cloud into the fields,
The last time the children kissed
Last time...
3rd reader:
The autumn forest was rustling. It seemed that now
He was distraught. Raged angrily
Its foliage. The gloom thickened around.
I heard: a powerful oak fell suddenly,
He fell, letting out a heavy sigh.
1st reader:
The children were suddenly seized with fear, -
They clung to their mothers, clinging to the hem.
And the shot rang out a sharp sound,
Breaking the curse
That escaped from the woman alone.
A child, a sick boy,
I hid the head in the folds of the dress
Not an old woman yet. She
She looked, full of horror.
How not to lose her mind!
The little one understood everything, the little one understood everything.
2nd reader:
- Hide, mommy, me! Do not die! -
1st reader:
He cries and, like a leaf, cannot hold back a shiver.
The child that is most dear to her
Bending down, mother raised with two hands,
I pressed it to my heart, right against the muzzle ...
2nd reader:
- I, mom, want to live. Don't, Mom!
Let me go, let me go! What are you waiting for? -
1st reader:
And the child wants to escape from the hands,
And crying is terrible, and the voice is thin,
And it stabs into the heart like a knife.
Adult reader:
“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, sonny, be patient. It won't hurt now. -
And he closed his eyes. And the blood turned red
A writhing red ribbon along the neck.
Two lives fall to the ground, merging,
Two lives and one love!
Thunder struck. The wind whistled through the clouds.
The land cried in deaf melancholy,
Oh, how many tears, hot and flammable!
My land, tell me, what's the matter with you?
You have often seen human grief,
You have bloomed for us for millions of years
But have you experienced at least once
Such a shame and barbarism?
My country, enemies threaten you
But raise the banner of great truth higher,
Wash his land 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 ...
2nd presenter: There was no equal to the Soviet person in stamina, courage, skill.
3rd presenter: It was these people who turned the course of the war not only in their own direction, but also in favor of the allies and brought victory to the countries of Europe, thereby changing the entire course of world history.
Against the background of the song "At an unnamed height" presentation of the 8th "B" class.
Reader 9.
Let's go to mortal combat with enemies
Her eagles, her sons.
The mother has been waiting for them for years:
Perhaps everyone will come from the war ...
Sleeps at Mamaev Kurgan,
At Stalingrad, one son,
Another - in the middle of the sea-ocean,
Amid the gloomy Baltic depths.
And the youngest at the Danube:
Medals indicate that ...
And the mother believes everything, waiting
That the children will return to the house.
Sits motionless by the road
With a frozen stone face ...
Or maybe this is a strict profile.
Is it carved on the stone with a chisel? ( L. Zabashta. "Mother").
Against the background of the song "Cranes" presentation of the 7th "B" class.
Reader 10.
When fireworks thundered from end to end.
Soldiers, you gave the planet
Great May, victorious May.
Even then we were not in the world,
When in a war storm of fire
Deciding fate for future centuries,
You fought, a sacred battle.
Even then we were not in the world,
When you came home with victory,
May soldiers, glory to you forever
From all the earth, from all the earth.
On the background of the song "May Waltz" the presentation of the students of the 7th "B" class.
Reader 11.
The war is long over
And on the chest of their order
Burn like memorable dates -
For Brest, Moscow, for Stalingrad
And for the blockade of Leningrad,
For Kerch, Odessa and Belgrade,
For all the fragments from the shells.
And at night you still
The battles near the Bug are dreaming somewhere,
And the "messengers" scribble point-blank,
And you can't get out of the hollow.
The lieutenant is calling for the attack,
But then he falls, struck down ...
And at home they will wait a long time
But they will only wait for the funeral.
On the same day and hour
You are in a hurry to meet your friends,
But every year there are fewer of you,
And you will forgive us for this,
That they could not save you,
Didn't heal your wounds.
And here at the place of these meetings
The grandchildren of the veterans arrive.
The war ended long ago.
Soldiers came from the war long ago.
And on the chest of their order
They burn like memorable dates.
To all of you who endured that war -
In the rear or on the battlefields, -
Brought a victorious spring, -
Bow and memory of generations.
1st presenter: We, the young generation of Russia, will always remember the heroic deeds of our people during the Great Patriotic War.
2nd presenter: Let the names of the heroes who gave their lives for our future remain forever in our hearts.
3rd presenter: We will never forget those who, not sparing their lives, won freedom and happiness for future generations.
Reader 12.
I am one of those who have not seen the war,
But she scorched me too ...
And again in the middle of silence
I am standing at a soldier's grave.
Time has stood still ... Granite will freeze ...
There comes a moment of silence.
And the fire speaks to me -
Voice of memory ... Voice of sorrow ...
Reader 13.
“This flame is our destiny.
Our songs and youth are gray.
There are ears of bread above the ground,
Cranes fly over the ground ... "
Names ... Names ... Names ...
All those who have gone into the sacred flame.
But the war is still overtaking
Veterans who stayed with us.
Reader 12.
The flame is beating ... And the sky is ringing ...
And in the honor guard
Those boys they are
Once protected from a bullet.
See what kind of eyes
Soldiers of my generation.
And a thunderstorm flew to them -
It is a memory touch.
Reader 13.
It is in them that life goes on
Those who fell into crimson dew,
Those who lie in the epic field
And over whom the birches bent.
Look at the Eternal Flame -
He is in the hearts of the restless and young.
Eternal feat - eternal pain.
And the singed strings are ringing ...
Memory! We are forever faithful to her. (Elena Senyavskaya).
Readers read an excerpt from R. Rozhdestvensky's Requiem.
13th Reader.
Remember!
Through the centuries, through the years - remember!
14th Reader.
About those who will never come again -
remember!
15th Reader.
Be worthy of the memory of the fallen!
Eternally worthy!
13th Reader.
People!
As long as hearts are pounding, remember!
14th Reader.
At what price happiness was won, -
Please remember!
15th Reader.
Tell your children about them,
to remember!
13th Reader.
Tell the children of children about them,
to be remembered too!
The song "Victory Day" by D. Tukhmanov is played, presentation of the 7th "A" class.
Literary and musical composition "Our most important holiday is Victory Day." Scenario Primary School
Sibileva Olga Nikolaevna, primary school teacher of the Chuevo-Podgorny branch of the MBOU Moiseevo-Alabushskaya school of the Uvarovsky district of the Tambov regionDescription: the event is dedicated to the Victory Day in the Great Patriotic War and is intended for children 7-10 years old. This development can be used by primary school teachers, counselors and organizers of extracurricular activities. Such a scenario requires preliminary preparation, since younger students still have little understanding of the Second World War. In addition, you can and should use a presentation and a projector: they will help to brightly and clearly illustrate the pages of the history of our country.
Target: the formation of patriotic feelings through the 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;
foster 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 homeland;
to develop citizenship and national identity of students.
Registration: 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, recordings of songs "Holy War" (music by A. Alexandrov, lyrics by V. Lebedev-Kumach), "Victory Day" (music by David Tukhmanov, lyrics by V. Kharitonov) , minuses to the songs "Little Blue Modest Handkerchief" (music by G. Petersburg, lyrics by Y. Galitsky), "Do the Russians Want Wars" (music by E. Kolmanovsky, lyrics by E. Yevtushenko), "Cranes" (music by Yana Frenkel, lyrics by R. Gamzatov), "Immortal Regiment" (author - Vl. Slepak).
Preliminary preparation:
1. Conduct a cycle of class hours introducing younger students 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. Conduct a drawing competition by May 9th.
5. Learn songs, poems.
6. Decorate the hall by decorating it with posters and flowers.
Event progress
Lead 1. Today we have an unusual day - we are on the verge 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 the explosions of shells, but in this bright strip of peaceful life there were and still are black years of war in Afghanistan, Chechnya, Syria, where our guys died and are dying.(slide "Our most important holiday is Victory Day")
Lead 2. We were born in peacetime, so we never heard the howling of sirens announcing the alarm, did not see houses destroyed by bombs, we don’t know what a ration of Leningrad bread is. It is difficult for us to understand that it is possible to simply shoot or burn dozens or even hundreds of people at once. Movies and works of art tell us about all this. For us, war is already history.
Lead 1. For four long years, 1418 days, the bloodiest and most terrible war in the history of mankind was waged on our land. On June 22, 1941, at 3 hours 15 minutes in the morning, German troops crossed the border of the Soviet Union.
This is how the Great Patriotic War began.
The song of V. Lebedev-Kumach "The Holy War" is played (verse 1)
(slide "The Motherland Calls")
Lead 2. Each German officer had a little book with him containing "12 Commandments in the Treatment of 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 cruellest and most ruthless measures. Kill every Russian. Do not stop if you have an old person, a woman, a boy or a girl in front of you. "
Lead 2. The Nazis turned our cities and villages into ruins, mocked the civilian population, our prisoners of war, carried out medical experiments on Soviet people, starved them, and burned them in crematoria.
(slide "Shots of the times of the war")
Lead 1. These ominous deeds of the Nazis provoked powerful resistance from our people. The whole country has become 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 enemies.
Both old and young went to the front.
568 people went to the front from our village, 316 did not return from the war.
Dance to the melody "Little Blue Modest Handkerchief"
4 students come out.
Reader 1
And from sea to sea
The Russian regiments stood up.
We got up with the Russians united
Belarusians, Latvians,
People of free Ukraine,
Both Armenians and Georgians,
Moldovans, Chuvash -
All Soviet peoples
Against a common enemy
All who love freedom
And Russia is expensive!
Reader 2
Days passed and weeks
The war was not the first year.
Proved itself in practice
Our heroic people.
Reader 3
You won't even tell in a fairy tale
Not with words, not with a pen,
How helmets flew from enemies
Near Moscow and near Orel.
S.V. Mikhalkov. We said no to the fascists (true story for children)
Reader 4
Tankmen went to the enemy -
For the Motherland!
Ships went into battle -
For the Motherland!
Airplanes soared into the sky -
For the Motherland!
S. Baruzdin. A soldier walked along the street
Lead 2. The road to Victory was difficult and long. Fierce battles were fought near Moscow and Leningrad, near Brest and Stalingrad, in the Caucasus and near Kursk, Odessa, Sevastopol and Kiev.
In the war people not only fought, they continued to live in the war ... They remembered their home, their mother, wrote letters ...
(slide "In minutes of respite")
Scene "Dugout"
Reader 5
Hello mother!
I miss you! I want to snuggle
and laugh.
I want to eat ... homemade cabbage soup,
drive pigeons across the rooftops!
... how is dad at the hospital?
Tomorrow I'm on a reconnaissance
behind enemy lines.
Do not be afraid.
I'm not scared at all.
Mum!
I love your eyes...
Mum!
Remember the warm
sweater ... blue?
You please
darn ...
Mum! I'll come back,
and you and me
let's go for a walk around Leningrad again.
Mum...
All by cars! To battle!
Natalie Talisman. Field Mail, May 1944 ... excerpt from my uncle's letter.
Lead 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 passed on by his own friends, fellow soldiers.
Lead 2. People died, but they believed in Victory and brought it closer, mastering new military professions. Rocketeers, signalmen, aviators, tankmen - you can't name all of them.
(slide "Photos of soldiers")
The sun is shining, the waves are splashing
Lighthouses lit up
Day and night stand guard
Chernomorets sailors.
The dance "Yablochko" (music by R. Glier) is being performed.
Reader 7
And to become a soldier
There's a lot to learn
Be agile and skillful
Very dexterous, strong, courageous.
The poem "Spore" is staged in costumes.
Once (there was this in the Enskoy unit)
We met at the training ground
Rocket,
Heavy tank
And their fighting brother -
Soldier machine gun.
They agreed and started a dispute:
Who is more important at the front these days?
The 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 it is, -
Tank noticed with a bass, -
But about me
And about my armor
It was not for nothing that they composed songs during the war.
Even now, I will tell you without embellishment,
Would be more important at the front than you.
- You are strong, brothers, I am glad of that, -
Automaton said with a smile, -
But suddenly, imagine, melee will break out
Anyone would have appreciated me then!
Perhaps this dispute would have continued
And still,
When would not come to our heroes
Excellent soldier - Mikhail Cherkashin.
He listened to the heated skirmish
And shook his head: “I am sorry that often
You cannot understand a simple truth.
Here you spoke of your strength,
And then they forgot
That all of you - this must be firmly remembered -
Powerless without a skilled soldier. "
Lead 1. A song was going along with the soldiers along the road of war. The song saw off the military trains, visited the wounded in hospitals, was with the soldiers on the front line, in the difficult days of attacks and retreats, 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
With that simple, intimate song
That, as a symbol of joy, rushed
Over Warsaw, Budapest, Vienna ...
On foot and in a truck
On a hot day and winter powder
We wore it in a duffel bag
The lightest precious burden ...
In the hour of calm, you will sit down, you will sing,
And the soldiers will cheerfully pull up.
The song "Three Tankmen" is sung by boys (remade for children
Lead 2... While the front was living with the idea of expelling the fascists from their native land as soon as possible, the rear was guided by the state slogan "Everything for the front" and the unabated thought "It is even more difficult at the front."
And this sleepless front needed a lot: weapons, ammunition, medicines, clothing, food. The country worked with inhuman tension. Of course, men, specialists who were given armor, worked at aviation, tank and other defense factories. But most of the men in the city, and especially in the village, replaced 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.
In those years, she had a hard time:
The whole family left to fight,
And at home she -
And a 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 his younger sons.
And I believed over and over again
What I will find in each envelope
Her mother's word
Her innermost:
"I'm waiting!"
I knew those cool years
That every line of the letter
Russia wrote with her,
Russia, Russia itself!
N. Starshinova "Soldier's Mother".
Lead 1. Women also took part in battles. They threw themselves bravely under bullets during bombing and shelling. The Sisters of Mercy carried the wounded soldiers out of the battlefield. Women served as scouts, military translators, radio operators, went to partisan detachments. They fought shoulder to shoulder along with the men, recapturing every inch of land.
(slide "Women at the front during the Second World War")
Reader 10 (girl in a scarf with a red trust, with a bag)
Cannons rumble, bullets whistle.
A soldier was wounded by a shell fragment.
Sister whispers:
"Come on, I will support you,
I will bandage your wound! "
I forgot everything: weakness and fear,
She carried him out of the fight in her arms.
How much love and warmth was in her!
The sister saved many from death.
The song "Do the Russians Want War" is being performed (girls are singing)
Lead 2. Not only adults, but also children stood up to defend the Fatherland. Many of them had signs of military valor, orders and medals. 20 thousand received a 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 to the front with warm socks, lovingly embroidered handkerchiefs, tobacco pouches.
(slide "Children during the Second World War")
Lead 1. During the war years, children participated in the construction of defense lines, were messengers of 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 on our class hours.
(slide "Pioneer Heroes")
Lead 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 11603 soldiers were awarded the high title of Hero of the Soviet Union!
Two heroes of the 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. Boldyrev in the city of Uvarovo now houses a war memorial, which is so loved by the residents of Uvarov and the Uvarovsky district.
(slide "Heroes-fellow countrymen")
Boldyrev A.I.
Opening of the memorial complex in Uvarovo, 1980. The right to light the Eternal Flame was given to A.I. Boldyrev.
Bukhnin F.P. with spouse
Lead 1. There is no family in Russia that was bypassed by the war. Therefore, on this day, every family remembers both those who remained on the battlefields and those who, after the war, established a peaceful life.
Children go out one by one and briefly talk about their relatives who fought during the Second World War.
Lead 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 the 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 in the country, the country will be silent ... 51 years!
Many of the soldiers do not even have graves, and if they do, then they are fraternal ones.
(slide "Inscription on the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier")
Let us honor the memory of those who did not return from the Great Patriotic War with a minute of silence.
The song "Cranes" is being performed
Lead 1. But these sacrifices were not in vain, the Nazis were defeated. May 9, 1945 Berlin, the last stronghold of fascism, fell. The whole sky exploded with fireworks of the long-awaited victory.
(slide "Salute")
Literary and musical composition.
Leading
Dear friends! We were born and raised in peacetime. We have never heard the howling of sirens announcing a military alarm, we have not seen houses destroyed by fascist bombs, we do not know what an unheated dwelling and a meager military ration are.
We find it hard to believe that ending a human life is as easy as a morning dream. We can only judge about trenches and trenches from films and stories of front-line soldiers.
For us, war is history. We dedicate this evening to the glorious victory of our people in the Great Patriotic War.
The waltz "In the City Garden" is played.
On stage, girls and boys are dancing a waltz.
1st girl.
Oh, the wind is so warm.
1st youth.
So the golden childhood flew by.
Goodbye, school! Goodbye teachers, classmates!
What lies ahead? One unknown.
2nd girl.
Why the unknown?
I am a doctor, you are a teacher of mathematics.
2nd youth.
Everything. Certificate in your pocket, things in your suitcase.
Tomorrow I take the train, and goodbye to those native places.
3rd girl.
Write - then at least you will?
2nd youth.
I will write when I enter.
3rd youth.
That's lovely!!! There are so many roads ahead, so many things to do ...
The pre-war waltz sounds, the photographer appears.
Photographer.
Attention! Attention! I'm taking pictures!
Young woman.
Historical moment.
Music plays again.
The light goes out.
The announcer reports on the surprise attack of Nazi Germany on the USSR.
Aleksandrov's song "The Holy War" is played.
Boys leave girls to go to war.
Young woman:
Oh, war, what have you done, mean:
Our courtyards have become quiet,
Our boys raised their heads -
They have matured for the time being,
On the road they barely loomed
And they left, after the soldier - the soldier ...
Goodbye boys!
Boys,
Try to go back.
No, don't hide you, be high
Spare no bullets or grenades
And do not spare yourself
And still
Try to go back.
Youth:
Oh, war, what did you mean, you did:
Instead of weddings - parting and smoke.
Our girls dresses are white
They gave it to their sisters.
Boots - well, where can you go from them?
Yes, green wings epaulettes ...
You don't give a damn about gossips girls
We'll settle scores with them later.
Let them talk that you have nothing to believe in,
That you go to war at random ...
Goodbye girls!
Girls, try to get back.
Girls perform the song "Ogonyok" to the words of M. Isakovsky
Leading
Having violated peaceful life, suddenly, without declaring war, Nazi Germany attacked our country on June 22, 1941.
Leading
Sad willows bent to the pond
A month floats over the river
There, at the border, stood guard
At night the fighter is young.
Black shadows grew in the fog,
The cloud in the sky is dark
The first shell exploded in the distance -
This is how the war began.
Staging. Children are accommodated throughout the hall (signalman, nurse, sailor, pilot, machine gunner).
Signal operator (puts on headphones):
Hello, Jupiter !? I am Diamond!
I can hardly hear you at all ...
We occupied the village with a fight,
And how are you? Hello! Hello!
Nurse (bandaging the wounded):
Why are you roaring like a bear?
A trifle remains to be patient.
And your wound is so light
That will heal for sure.
Sailor (looking through binoculars):
There's a plane on the horizon
On the course - full speed, forward!
Get ready for battle, crew!
Set aside! Our fighter!
Pilots over the map:
The infantry is here, and the tanks are here.
Fly to the target for seven minutes.
The battle order is understood,
The enemy will not leave us.
Submachine gunner:
So I climbed into the attic.
Perhaps there is an enemy lurking here.
We clean the house behind the house,
We will find the enemy everywhere.
TANKMAN
On tracks, the tank will pass
A gun barrel in front
Dangerous, enemy, don't come near!
Strong tank protected by armor
And he will be able to meet the battle!
MILITARY DOCTOR
Soldier at enemy heights
He was wounded early in the morning.
A brave military doctor will save
He will dress the wounds!
The doctor will extract the soldier from the wounds
Two small shards
And he will say: "Don't be discouraged!
Live, brother, for a long time! "
Song: First of all, the planes, Well, then the girls
The participants in the performance return to their seats.
Leading.
Let us recall the years of war.
Let's remember the front songs,
Those that they themselves composed
Going into mortal combat
What the artists performed
Right on the front lines.
Leading.
About the accordion, under the hook
Sang, brothers, again and again
About a handkerchief, about a dugout
And, of course, about love.
Leading.
Gramophones and accordions,
You never have a deadline.
Let's remember, brothers, little by little
Songs of those war years.
Episode "At Rest"
Leading. There were also moments of rest at the front.
You could sit by the fire, sing your favorite song.
The accordion player took the accordion, and in the light of the fire sounded
a soulful song about home, relatives and friends.
One of the young men takes an accordion and sings "In the dugout". (Music by K. Listov. Words by A. Surkov).
Soundtrack of explosions, shooting. Loud at first, then quieter and quieter. Finally, the noise of the forest, birdsong is heard. The fighters are entering the site. The melody "In the forest at the front" sounds. The fighters are located in a clearing: some are spinning cigarettes, some are writing a letter.
1 fighter:
Eh, brothers! How good it is!
2 fighter:
Yes! Now it would not hurt to have a snack.
1 fighter:
You can live without food for a day,
More is possible, but sometimes,
At one minute's war
Do not live without a joke,
The most unwise jokes.
3 fighter:(tells a soldier's story).
Here we had a case. Sometimes a gramophone played in our trenches. And the whole company listened to the music. And even the Nazis heard something from our melodies.
We especially loved the song "Katyusha". And the Nazis really liked this plastic. They applauded every time. And sometimes they even sang along with their hoarse voices. And then one day we hear a voice on their loudspeaker: “Hey, Rus, put on the Katyusha. We haven't heard for a long time, we miss ... ”Hearing this, we began to laugh. The gramophone was brought. And they put on the Katyusha. We played this disc three times. But everything was not enough for them. They clapped their hands and shouted "More!" We have delivered for the fourth time. But then one of our guys says: “But we, brothers, are not doing business. By this we create a complacent mood for ourselves. And we amuse the fascists who burn our villages and towns. And they kill our brothers, wives, children. "
And then we realized our mistake. They took that disc to hell and didn't play it again. A few days later, our respected cannon, also called "Katyusha", arrived at the front. And she already made the Nazis forget all other motives ( The fighters are laughing, the soundtrack is the singing of birds).
Song "Katyusha"
2nd soldier.
And I will tell you how I once went for the "language".
Here I am, then brothers,
Under cover of darkness,
I hear: rustle, I see, brothers
The German climbs ...
1st soldier.
2nd soldier.
Well, and I am the final deed,
Hidden among the pines
White snow, and all in white.
I'm waiting for a bandit ...
1st soldier.
2nd soldier.
Well, and he crawls through the forest,
I only see, brothers,
Much in that fascist weight,
How scary he is ...
1st soldier.
N at and you?
2nd soldier.
Well, I'm a fly by weight,
How will you get on the rampage?
Oh, you think it's a mess
How to deal with him?
1st soldier.
2nd soldier.
Well, and he is getting closer, closer ...
I only see, brothers,
With his belly he lies on the ski,
The snow is deep ...
1st soldier.
2nd soldier.
Then it dawned on me!
I took it to the side in one jump
And on the fritz, on the bruiser He sat astride straight away.
“Halt,” I shout, “I’m not shooting!
Fucking soul go! "
And I put it to the back of my head
Its cherished "pe-pe-sha".
1st soldier.
2nd soldier.
Where to go?
Obeyed me, scoundrel,
And he took me, brothers,
Like a good stallion.
Oh, there was laughter in the morning!
Out of the woods downhill
So I drove in prisoner
Into your guards battalion.
A soldier writing a letter
Wait for me and I will come back,
Just wait really hard.
Wait for the sadness
Yellow rains;
Wait for the snow to be swept;
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 everyone who is waiting together.
Wait for me and I will come back,
Do not be sorry for the good
To everyone who knows by heart
It's time to forget.
Let the son and mother believe
That there is no me.
Let friends get tired of waiting
Sit by the fire
Drink bitter wine
In commemoration of the soul ...
Wait - and with them at the same time
Don't rush to drink.
Wait for me and I will come back
To spite all deaths. -
Who did not wait for me, let him
Say: "Lucky."
Do not understand those who did not wait for them,
As among the fire
By their expectation
You saved me.
How I survived - we will know
Only you and me.
You just knew how to wait
Like no one else.
The presenter takes a garrison cap with soldiers' letters in the dugout.
Leading
If you want to know about the war
And about the May victorious spring,
Ask the soldier's mother
Read her son's letters.
1st letter:
Years froze on the pages.
He will always be twenty-two.
"Mom, I am healthy and alive ..."
And in the morning the last battle. Pass the cap with letters to each other
2. My dear family!
Night. The light of a candle trembles.
This is not the first time I remember
How do you sleep on a warm stove.
In our little old hut
That in the deaf forests is lost,
I remember a rivulet in the field,
I remember you again and again.
3. You forgive that letter,
Hurrying, breaking away, casually
I write like a boy diary
And as a navigator - a magazine.
Here it starts again ... Do you hear?
Rushes with the third speed
Fire stuffed metal ...
4. Hello, dear Maxim!
Hello my beloved son!
I write from the front line
Tomorrow morning, fight again
We will drive the fascists,
Take care, sonny, mother!
Forget sorrow and sadness -
I will return with victory!
Finally, I will hug you.
Goodbye. Your father.
5. I saw my comrades die. And today the battalion commander told the story of how one general died, he died, facing the west. I love life, I want to live, but the front is such a thing that you live, you live - and suddenly a bullet or a splinter puts an end to the end of your life. But if I am destined to die, I would like to die like this general: in battle and facing the west.
6. My black-eyed Mila! I am sending you a cornflower ... Imagine: there is a battle, shells are bursting, there are craters all around and a flower is growing here ...
At this time, young men come out of different wings and speak on behalf of those who have not returned from the war.
1st youth.
I was killed near Rzhev,
He was killed near Moscow.
Where are you warriors, where are you,
Who was left alive?
2nd youth.
In cities of millions
In the villages, at home, in the family,
In military garrisons,
Not on our land?
3rd youth.
Oh, is it your own, someone else's,
All in flowers or snow ...
I will bequeath you to live,
That I can do more!
4th youth.
From the unknown to the famous
Who the years are not free to slay,
You are 20 million unforgotten,
Those killed who did not return from the war.
5th youth.
No, you did not disappear into pitch smoke,
Where the path, as to the top, was not straight.
Wives also dream of you young
Boys dream about mothers
Third... A soldier's cap, a pack of letters, a glass of vodka covered with a piece of black bread are illuminated on a stool.
He was buried in a globe of the earth,
And he was only a soldier
In total, friends, a simple soldier,
No titles or awards.
To him, like a mausoleum, the earth -
For a million centuries
And the milky ways are dusty
Around him from the sides.
The clouds are sleeping on the red slopes,
Snowstorms sweep
Heavy thunder thunders
The winds take a run.
The fight ended long ago.
By the hands of all friends
The guy is put in the globe,
As if in a mausoleum.
The song "Cranes" is being performed (Lyrics by R. Gamzatov. Translation by N. Grebnev. Music by Y. Frenkel).
During the song, young men and women appear with burning candles in their hands. There is a report from the Soviet Information Bureau about the end of the war.
The silence is still indistinct
The cartridges are still in the chambers,
And out of habit the foreman
Runs bent over to the battalion.
And, shocked by the silence,
The soldier who opened the doors to the world
Doesn't believe in the day he
I believed for four long years.
Victory Day Backing track of the song
First presenter. May is and will be in our minds the neighborhood of Spring and Victory, Spring and Labor, Spring and Peace.
Second presenter. Listen: it is the May wind itself that is now speaking to you.
Third host. Turn around after a cloud sliding over the earth, remember those who could have lived, but did not live to see this May.
First presenter. Think about those who will meet May without us - after us.
Second presenter. It is for them that we must preserve the holiday of Spring and Victory.
Third host. It is for them that we must save our Earth. To always fly over her, slyly chilling open children's faces and urging the weightless cloud of our memory, the May wind, in front of him.
First presenter. Wind of Victory.
Second presenter. Wind of the World.
Third host. Wind of Love.
First presenter .
There are fewer of us every year,
Those who passed through lead, fire and fumes.
I bless both men and women
Planting gardens, raising grandchildren.
No, not so that one day again
The earth moaned, grief alive,
And so that war is a cursed word
Met only in dictionaries.
The song "Once upon a time there was a war" sounds The participants in the performance put burning candles one by one on the edge of the stage and leave.
