Victory Day - 2012
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Slide 2 - CLOUDS IN BLUE - dance
Rio rita music sounds. Boys and girls come out on the stage, laughing, graduates of the school of 1941 appear . Someone is dancing, someone is talking.
Boy 1:
Guys, let's take a picture for memory!
(everyone says "let's go" and starts to line up for a photo)
Boy 2:
Attention! A historic moment, remember June 21, 1941.
Boy 1:
We are young and happy...
Girl 2:
We dream of exploits, of glory, we believe in our high destiny on this earth...
Girl 3:
We dream of becoming geologists, teachers, doctors in five years...
Girl 2:
I dream of becoming a teacher.
Boy 3:
I dream of bringing good to people.
Girl 1:
I dream of love.
Boy 2:
I'm dreaming…
Girl 3:
I'm dreaming…
Boy 1:
Dreamed...
Echo (backstage voice)
): dreamed, dreamed, dreamed ...
Leaders come out.
Presenter 1
: June ... the sunset was leaning toward evening.
And the sea overflowed in the white night.
And the sonorous laughter of the guys was heard,
Not knowing, not knowing grief.
Host 2:
That night was full of June beauty
For them, she spared no light.
Upcoming matriculation
They were lit up this summer ...
Presenter 1:
Tomorrow the birds will be afraid of the groves,
Tomorrow the birds will not recognize the forest ...
All this will happen only tomorrow
After 24 hours...
Presenter 1:
Just yesterday, these girls and boys wrote off tests, made dates, tried on white prom dresses, read Yesenin and Green, dreamed of scarlet sails and handsome princes, dreamed of happiness, and tomorrow there was a war ...
(the voice of Levitan sounds, announcing the beginning of the war, the words are action)
Host 2: I remember the country's call signs. They were distributed everywhere - Go to recruitment points, Our Fatherland is in trouble.
Boy 1: Asked to return alive
Not the weight will return alive,
Cars go but Russia.
By her herbs, by dew
Boy 2: And the brother parted with the sister.
Leaving children and wife.
I am connected with the war in my youth.
And I hate war.
Boy 3: I know, I understand how important
Paddle at sunset.
Fragrant and moist lilacs
Bring your bride.
Presenter 1: It is important to say goodbye to the girls.
On the way they kissed their mother,
Dressed up in all new
How they went to play with soldiers.
Not bad, not good, not average...
All of them in their places
Where there is neither the first nor the last,
They all rested there.
( farewell scene with girls and mothers. Then the mothers and girls leave, only the boys remain in military uniform)
The sounds of battle are heard: shots, automatic bursts, the howl of mines, exploding shells, the roar of engines, the clanging of caterpillars. Soldiers on stage: firing rifles from their knees, lying on the ground, imitating hand-to-hand combat. Nurses bandage the wounded, carry them away on stretchers.
Host 2: September 41st. The enemy approached the capital. The best sons of Russia, at the cost of great sacrifices, at the cost of thousands of lives, defended Moscow, threw back the fascist hordes from their beloved city.
Presenter 1: The grove under the mountain smoked,
And with it the sunset burned...
There were only three of us left.
Out of eighteen guys.
Host 2: How many of them, good friends,
Lying left in the dark
In an unfamiliar village
At an unnamed height.
Presenter 1 : Glowing, falling, rocket,
Like a burning star...
Who has ever seen this
He will never forget.
Host 2: He won't forget, won't forget
Those furious attacks -
In an unfamiliar village
At an unnamed height.
(again, an imitation of a battle, the sound of an automatic burst)
"Chamomile" - "Chamomile, I am" Cornflower ".... The soldiers lie down, imitating the dead.
A gray-haired soldier comes out, walks across the field between the soldiers and says: “Forgive me, brothers, forgive me ...”, “We will definitely reach Berlin. Let's get there!" ... "We will remember each of you ..., by name and patronymic we will remember" ...
Presenter 1: In such a strain of forces, on the sacred land near Moscow, “where the December snow was mixed with earth, ash and fresh blood,” the victory began, which led our army in May 1945 to Berlin. But there were still many days before the victory ... many deaths ... In the war, people not only fought, they continued to live in the war, they remembered the house of their mother, their beloved, they wrote letters ...
The soldiers are sitting by the fire, smoking. Gulya: Dubrov for dressing!Dubrov: Tell me sister, is your heart busy?Gulya: I received a funeral ... he, for the first time in months of the war, died ...Dubrov: Hold on sis...
Soldier:
Come on, Dubrov, tell your stories!dubrov:
One day, Hitler decided to go to the cinema incognito to see how the order prescribed by him was carried out - the chant "Heil Hitler!" when it appears on the screen. They showed a military parade. All the spectators and bodyguards of the Fuhrer jumped up from their seats and yelled: "Heil Hitler!" He himself remained seated. Then the spectator, who was sitting behind the Fuhrer, patted him on the shoulder and whispered: Hey, you fool, get up and shout! Do you really want to lose your head because of this psycho?!The soldiers laugh.
The postman comes from the hall.
Vasya
: Look, today in the battalion,The postman made his way to us!Series enters the scene. Everyone on stage gathers around the postman.
Sergey:
Oh, field mail, soldier's! Haven't been here for a while!?Serik:
(tells) Well, on the way I got into the bombing -It scratched a little.Through the minefieldsMy path lay -Plastunsky and running,By car and on footBeen through a lot of thunderstormsBut he came and brought everything.Serik:
Private Kazinets! Dance! Shulenova! Shulenov, Kyzyl-Orda, Kazakhstan? Countrywoman!Keep the letter, beauty ... from home, from your native village.Gulya takes the letter. He looks at the envelope, cries for joy, spins and sings in the Kazakh language.
Postman:
Girls, do not forget to send letters home!Sergei writes a letter on the guitar,
Sasha smoothes the triangle,
After the song, Serik sits down by the fire.
Everyone gives him letters, he puts them in a bag.
Against the background of the soldiers writing letters, a ghoul and a Kizinets come forward) Kozinets: (referring to Gula) We do not know whether to be together:You are in the medical unit, tomorrow I will fight.So come on our songsLet's take it with us in our hearts!
Host 2: The most terrible milestone of that war was the blockade of Leningrad. 900 days of heroic resistance. Hunger, cold, disease, thousands of deaths...
Presenter 1 : As early as September 8, 1941, the Nazis broke through to Lake Ladoga and captured Shlisselburg, cutting off Leningrad from the country. Communication with him was maintained only by air and through Lake Ladoga, along which an ice track was laid in winter - the legendary "Road of Life".
The scene is darkened, in the center Masha is sitting on the ground on her lap, Sergey's head is on her knees, he is wounded, his leg is bandaged, there is a machine gun next to him. Around them are the wounded: who is lying, who is sitting. Faces are exhausted . Masha. I love you... My God, how I love you!Sergey: And I... And I love you, my sunshine...Masha. Hush, dear... Hush, dear... Hush, Serezhenka.Voice-over text: Medical instructor! Medical instructor! Masha! Where are you? There, Tenyakov is bleeding again. Where are you, Masha?Groans are heard from all sides: Drink... Drink... Drink...Voice-over text: Masha!Masha. I'm coming!Masha. Lie down, Seryozhenka. I'll be back soon. Lie down, darling...Voice-over text: The German command addresses you with a noble humane proposal: you must leave the dungeon and surrender. For this you are guaranteed life and freedom...Masha returned with a candle end. She knelt down in front of Sergei again. Voice-over text: We know everything about you. We know that you are dying of thirst and hunger, every day there are fewer of you; we know from the remains of which military units your underground garrison consists; We know who's in charge...Masha. Don't listen, don't listen...Sergey. I don't listen. I'm looking at you, Mashenka. My Masha.Wounded. Water... sip...Masha. I don't have water yet. Be patient. Maybe by night... Yesterday we succeeded, remember?Wounded. Can't make it to the night...Masha. Live what you are! We will all live. Necessarily!Voice-over text: We blocked the only source of water - a well at the main entrance to the quarry. It is under round-the-clock surveillance. None of you will be able to get even a drop of water out of there.Guard: "Stop, where?"Short automatic burst. Everyone looks around in fear. We appeal to the prudence of your commanders - do not kill people senselessly. Stop resistance, stop sorties and attacks, which can lead to nothing but losses ...Wounded in turn: - Drink, sister.- Drink... Drink... Drink...- Hey, brother ... Water is pouring ...- Exactly!The wounded are trying to get up. Masha looks around frightened, then firmly says: Shut up!!! Everybody lie down, don't move! I don't have any water! There is no her. It doesn't pour anywhere... Don't think about it. Think about whatever you want, but not about water! Because there is no water...She paused and, as if in oblivion: Because there is no water... But I will bring it to you now.She straightened her hair and straightened her clothes. The wounded are watching Masha with fear. All in order: - Masha, what are you? What happened to you?!– What did you think?!Sergey. Don't you dare, Masha... I won't let you go anywhere.Masha (mournfully). I can't, I can't anymore, Serezhenka...Be patient guys. I'll be right back.With a bucket in hand, Masha goes to the back of the stage. Dragging his wounded leg, with a machine gun in his hand, Sergey hobbles after her. Vote: Commander! Masha went for water! Masha for water ... Yes, stop her, someone! Commander!..– Stop! Do not release! They'll kill you, Mashenka!Guard : Stop, fool! I will shoot! Completely crazy?!shots) Masha and Sergey come to the fore. Sergey. Let the descendants guess what we were,With a heroic article, with the gaze of an eagle?Masha. No, we were simple, we loved jokes,A good song took us by the heart.Sergey. We loved loved ones left somewhereAnd without demand entering into disturbing dreams.Masha. We loved unborn children...We dreamed of returning alive from the war!
Host 2: Leningrad - the second capital of Russia, a glorious, beautiful city was surrounded, but he did not give up. The blockade of Leningrad lasted 900 days. Thousands dead starvation- children, women, old people.The Ladoga Road of Life entered the minds of every Leningrader forever. On November 22, 1941, the ice thickness on Lake Ladoga reached 13 cm, and the first cars went along the ice track. This route in the report was modestly called "Military Highway" 101 ". But the Leningraders gave it a name in which they invested all their hope and gratitude - the Road of Life. The Nazis continuously bombed and fired at the road. People died. Cars fell into the polynya. On the highway 1004 vehicles died - many with people and cargo.But the legendary road of life operated smoothly.
Presenter 1:
They lay in the snow
Not far from the city.
They brought flour here
And they were dying of hunger.
Presenter 1: More than twenty million dead, and how many lives it claimed ... The war did not spare anyone: neither women, nor children, nor the elderly.
The Soldier walks, the Mother comes towards him.
Mother . Alyosha! Alyosha! Son!
Soldier . I am not Alyosha.
Mother. Forgive me, soldier, I misunderstood ... My son is the same height and years. How much would you like?
Soldier . Eighteen.
Mother. And my Alyosha is eighteen. Did you meet my son there at the front? Alexei Petrov... huh?
Soldier . No, I haven't met.
Mother. If you meet, then tell me, let him give the news. I yearned. I have one.
Soldier. I'll pass.
Mother leaves. Minor music..
Soldier . And after all, I could say to this woman:
I saw a son, yes, I saw a hearty one,
But I couldn't lie...
Host 2:
In the harsh days of the forty-first year, children stood next to adults
Presenter 1:
The war brought severe trials to children. Thousands of children showed immortal heroism and courage. Many of them did not spare their lives for the sake of victory.
(Children exit)
Child 1. These days are sad
We grew up in backyards.
The years were not school,
Everywhere tears and fear
Oranges, bananas
We couldn't eat
On peeled potatoes
Atamans grew.
child 2.
How they fought know
Our grandfathers, fathers
And who knows that their children
Have you been a victim of war?
Host 2:
On a broken path
There is a boy of five years old,
In the eyes of expanded languor,
And cheeks as white as chalk.
- Where is your mother, boy?
Child 3.-At home.
- And where is your house, son?
Child 3.Burned out.
... The house was burned down. There was one button left from my mother's sweater.
Child 4. Father was torn apart by German shepherds, and he shouted: “Take your son away, take your son away so that he doesn’t look.” And I saw everything. And I remember everything...
Child 5. Father was pushed out into the street, I ran after him barefoot and shouted: “Daddy, daddy!” And the grandmother at home lamented. She could not survive the death of her father, she cried more and more quietly, and two weeks later she died, and I slept next to her and hugged her dead. There is no one left in the house...
(everyone leaves)
Presenter 1: The country lived and fought in incredibly difficult conditions. It has turned into a huge battle camp, seized by a single impulse to drive the enemy from our land. People, forgetting about the rest, did not leave the factories for days, trying to give the front as many tanks, aircraft, weapons, and ammunition as possible. Women and children worked heroically in the rear.
(girls in uniform come out)
Host 2:
Uncompressed rye sways, soldiers walk along it.
Girls walk along it, looking like guys.
No, it's not huts that are burning, it's youth that's on fire.
Girls go through the war, looking like guys.
Presenter 1:
What amazing faces the military registration and enlistment offices saw then
Tekla beauties of young succession
It seemed that the lot fell for them to be born
In down jackets of a noble nest.
Host 2:
They went on and on...
From high school, from the philological faculty, from MPEI, and from MAI
The color of youth, the elite of the Komsomol,
My Turgenev girls...
Presenter 1:
Women of the formidable forties saved the world. They, defending their homeland, went into battle with weapons in their hands, fought the enemy in the sky, bandaged the wounded, carried them out of the battlefield, joined the partisans, stood at the bench, dug trenches, plowed, sowed, raised children ..
Host 2:
.
Women walked with shovels on their shoulders.
Dig trenches under the city of Moscow.
The country looked at me from a poster
Gray-haired, with bare head.
She called me with stern eyes,
Squeezing his lips tightly so as not to scream.
Presenter 1:
And it seemed to me that the Motherland looked like
To Aunt Dasha from apartment "five".
To Aunt Dasha, who lived next to us.
Two sons who fought,
Yes, on her, the widow of the Red Army.
Tired, stubborn, and abrupt.
1st girl: Somehow my friend and I were standing at the post, guarding the warehouse. And the Charter says that if someone is walking, you must stop him with the words: “Stop! Who goes? I will shoot!" My friend saw the regiment commander and shouted: “Stop! Who goes? Excuse me, but I will shoot."
2nd girl: And I will always remember my first fight, although I acted automatically: I bandaged one wounded man, the second, the third. But then she heard a cry: “Tank! Tank!”, and saw the soldiers running... I rushed through the forest, stumbling and falling, hurting myself, but not feeling pain. And then the whole battalion laughed at me, because it turned out that I was running not from the fascist, but from my own tank.
3rd girl: And when I saw the wounded for the first time, I fainted. And when for the first time she crawled under the bullets for a fighter, she screamed so that it seemed to block the roar of the battle. And then nothing, got used to it. Ten days later, I myself was wounded, so I pulled out the fragment myself and bandaged it.
(The song "Front Sister" sounds.)
Lead 2 : Not everyone is lucky enough to return from the war alive. Underground women, partisan women. If they fell into the hands of the Nazis. They were tortured even more than the men.
(the girls disperse to the sides, wounded girls come out between them)
1 - Girl: Farewell, mommy! I'm dying... Don't cry for me. I am dying alone. Mom, tell me that I died for the Motherland. Let them avenge me, for our suffering. And how I want to live, because I’m still young, I’m only 20 years old, and death looks into my eyes ... How I wanted to work ... I am now in a death cell, waiting any minute when they shout to us: “Come out !”, go to our camera. Oh mom! Goodbye! I kiss the whole family for the last time, I say goodbye with a hello and a kiss ... "
2 - girl. “Borya, they will kill us at night; the filthy ones feel that they will soon be finished. I told them to their faces that ours would take it. Borya, forgive me for upsetting you. You know, you don’t always say and do as you like, but I love you so much, I love you so much that I don’t know how to say. Borya, I would now snuggle up to you, and I’m not afraid of anything, let them lead. Yesterday, when they beat me a lot, I repeated to myself: “Borenka,” but I didn’t say anything to them - I don’t want them to hear your name. Borenka, goodbye, thank you for everything. A black, terrible minute is approaching! The whole body is mutilated - no arms, no legs ... But I die in silence. It's scary to die at 22. How I wanted to live! In the name of the life of people who will come after us, in the name of you, Motherland, we are leaving ... Bloom, be beautiful, dear, and goodbye. Your Pasha.
(Everyone leaves. Funeral music sounds. The dead girl is carried out on a stretcher)
Presenter 1:
One hundred wounded she saved alone
And took it out of the firestorm,
She gave them water to drink
And she bandaged their wounds.
Under a shower of hot lead
She crawled, crawled without stopping
And, having picked up a wounded fighter,
Don't forget about his rifle.
But for the hundred and first time, for the last time
She was struck by a fragment of a fierce mine ...
The silk banners bowed in a sad hour,
And her blood burned in them as if.
Host 2:
Here is a girl lying on a stretcher.
The wind plays with a golden strand.
Like a cloud that the sun is in a hurry to hide,
Eyelashes shaded a radiant gaze.
A calm smile on her lips
Eyebrows are arched calmly.
She seemed to have fallen into oblivion.
The conversation ended in mid-sentence.
A hundred lives young life lit
And suddenly she went out in a bloody hour ...
But a hundred hearts for good deeds
Her posthumous will be inspired by glory.
Presenter 1:
It went out, not having time to bloom, spring.
But, as the dawn gives birth to the day, burning down,
Bringing death to the enemy, she
She remained immortal, dying.
Host 2: Yes, the war did not spare anyone - neither old nor young: it destroyed millions of lives on the fronts and in the gas chambers, it mutilated millions of human destinies.
Presenter 1: Nazi concentration camps were created after the establishment of the fascist dictatorship in Germany in order to isolate and suppress opponents of this regime. And after the outbreak of aggression, after the armies of the Third Reich marched across Europe, the system of concentration camps was extended to the countries occupied by Germany and turned into an instrument of repression and genocide against the peoples of these countries. OverIImillion citizens of the USSR, Poland, France, Belgium, Yugoslavia, Czechoslovakia, the Netherlands, Hungary, Romania and other countries were destroyed in concentration camps.
Host 2: Children and adults, men and women, prisoners of war and civilians, convicts and others were used by the Nazis as a free work force and were kept worse than cattle. How can one measure the physical, mental and moral suffering of a person? For some the BEST deliveranceoThere was death for them, others will not forget the horrors and humiliation of the camps until the end of their lives. There were no examples of selfless courage, steadfastness and mutual assistance. I don't know if the exhausted people believed in liberation, but hope dies last.
(1 prisoner comes out)
Prisoner 1:
I will not bow my knees, executioner, before you,
Although I am your prisoner, I am a slave in your prison.
My hour will come - I will die. But know that I will die standing,
Although you will cut off my head, villain.
Alas, not a thousand, but only a hundred in battle
I could destroy such executioners.
For this, when I return, I will ask for forgiveness,
I bowed my knees, near my homeland.
Presenter 1: Creepy "death factories": Buchenwald, Dachau, Sachsenhausen - on the territory of Nazi Germany; Majdanek, Auschwitz, Treblinka - in Poland, Mauthausen - in Austria ... There was a terrible concentration camp in our occupied territory, near Riga - Salaspils. Over 100 thousand people were exterminated here.
Host 2: Russian women were driven to Germany along the country road of the Smolensk region. Mothers have children in their arms. The inflamed brain of each was drilled by the thought not "how to be saved?", but "how to save?", even at the cost own life... The SS dagger flashed, cutting through children's bodies. Mother's hands were stained with blood.
(mother comes out with child)
Mother:
They drove the mothers with the children
And they forced to dig a hole, and they themselves
They stood, a bunch of savages,
And they laughed in hoarse voices.
Lined up at the edge of the abyss
Powerless women, thin guys.
Came drunk major and copper eyes
He threw the doomed... Muddy rain
Buzzed in the foliage of neighboring groves
And in the fields, dressed in mist,
And the clouds fell over the earth
Chasing each other with rage...
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 went out to the fields,
Kissed the children for the last time
Last time...
Noisy autumn forest. It seemed like now
He went crazy. raged angrily
Its foliage. Darkness thickened around.
I heard: a powerful oak fell suddenly,
He fell, letting out a heavy sigh.
The children were suddenly frightened,
They clung to their mothers, clinging to the skirts.
And a sharp sound was heard from the shot,
Breaking the curse
What escaped from a woman alone,
Child, sick little boy,
He hid his head in the folds of the dress
Not yet old woman. She
I looked full of horror.
How not to lose her mind!
I understood everything, the little one understood everything.
Child:
- Hide, mommy, me! Do not die! -
Presenter 1:
He cries and, like a leaf, cannot hold back the trembling.
Child, which is dearest to her,
Bending down, she raised her mother with both hands,
Pressed to the heart, against the muzzle directly ...
Child:
- I, mother, want to live. Don't, mom!
Let me go, let me go! What are you waiting for?-
Host 2:
And the child wants to escape from the hands,
And the cry is terrible, and the voice is thin,
And it pierces the heart like a knife.
Mother:
- Do not be afraid, my boy. Now
you breathe freely.
Close your eyes but don't hide your head
So that the executioner does not bury you alive.
Be patient, son, be patient. Now it won't hurt. -
And he closed his eyes. And reddened the blood
On the neck with a red ribbon wriggling.
Two lives fall to the ground, merging,
Two lives and one love!
Presenter 1:
Of all the death camps, the German Buchenwald and the Polish Auschwitz with their branches were the most terrible. The famous Buchenwald bell tower is known all over the world today. The Buchenwald alarm sounds powerfully in the hearts of people, recalling the millions of victims tortured to death in fascist concentration camps.
Prisoner 2:
The whole night flew by like a terrible delirium.
Execution, appointed early.
And he was sixteen years old
Scout partisan.
In the hallway, the stabbed grandfather was dying.
My sister's hands were broken.
And he kept saying a stubborn “No!” -
And he did not give out flour with a groan.
Along the sleepy village he was led
In an empty dead field.
Frosty clods of frozen earth
Bare feet pricked.
Mother cried out thinly, white as chalk,
And the field suddenly became crowded.
And he got up and sang
Your favorite song.
On a volley he swung face forward
And collapsed into cold ashes.
You understand - such a people
Can't be chained.
(readers leave)
Host 2:
The coals are burning in the iron stove,
Covered with gray ashes.
Dinner is over. The soldiers are resting.
The smoke is thickening.
Presenter 1:
It's midnight outside, the candle is burning down
High stars are visible.
You are writing a letter to me my dear
To the blazing address of war.
Host 2:
How to live and serve, dear son,
Mother will write, sighing sadly.
And in response, a precious notebook sheet:
"Don't be sad, I'm fine."
Presenter 1:
It's easier to punish your heart
It is easier with the mind to be in discord.
Compare with mother's grief
You can only mother's grief ...
(mother comes out, reads a letter to her son)
Mother:
God forbid, on the decline of days
I can outlive my own children
And if troubles cannot be avoided in the world,
Then they sent them to me, me, me - not children.
“Son, dear, hello! I am afraid that this letter will not find you in your old place, and you will already be on another sector of the front. I beg you, be careful. It is not in vain that the proverb still says: "God protects the safe one." I know you will take my advice with a condescending smile, but it is out of my motherly despair. For God's sake, don't do anything rash. May my love save you. Your mother".
Presenter 1:
I read a letter that has turned yellow for years
On the envelope in the corner there is a field mail number
His in the 42nd, my peer wrote to his mother
Before leaving for his last, decisive battle.
(Soldier appears on stage.)
Youth:
Mom, I am writing these lines to you.
I send you filial greetings.
I remember you, so dear,
So good, there are no words!
For life, for you, for your native land
I'm walking towards the leaden wind,
And let there be kilometers between us now,
You are here, you are with me, my dear!
We've become tough people, Mom. We rarely laugh, we have no right to laugh while our cities and villages are burning. Flying into battle, we put a revolver on our knees. They will shoot down over the territory of the enemy - six bullets in the Nazis, the seventh - in their hearts. This does not mean that we do not love life. Oh how we love her! Many times stronger than before. But the more we love life, the more we despise death... We defeat death because we are fighting not only for our lives. We are entering the battlefields to defend our Motherland. But you, mommy, don’t think about the bad and don’t worry about me, I will definitely return ... No bullet will dare to pierce my heart ... I will definitely return mom, you just wait
(a voice sounds backstage, “Dear Maria Alexandrovna! We regret to inform you that your son died a heroic death. Your son was a real soldier.”)
(a girl appears on the stage writing a letter)
Young woman:
"Dear mommy! I am so happy today, I received a letter from you. Do not be offended that I rarely write, there is a lot of work. Today, after the battle, there were many wounded. Mom, it's impossible to look at mutilated young guys without tears. One had his leg torn off, and he keeps screaming that it hurts him... But I try not to cry... How are you? Which of my classmates writes home? Why is there no letters from Sasha for a long time? Ask his mother if she has heard from him for a long time. Write! My field mail number is still the same. I kiss you hard. Your daughter Tanya.
(the phonogram of the text sounds: “Dear, Svetlana Nikolaevna! I must
give you bad news. Your daughter died a heroic death at the front, carrying the wounded from the battlefield. For military merits, she was posthumously awarded the Order of the Patriotic War of the first degree.
Host 2:
A yellowed leaf is folded into a triangle,
It has both a bitter summer and alarms.
Letters from the front absorbed both fate and love,
And the sleepless truth of front-line voices.
(a young man appears on stage to the music, writing a letter)
Youth:
Tanya! You are probably already worried that there have been no letters from me for so long ... I just didn’t know how to write to you that our Volodya is no more ... The Germans threw a punitive detachment against us, and Volodka was mortally wounded in this battle ... Tanya, I saw how he was dying... Dying, he said: “Do you know how you don't want to die? After all, I love life so much, and I'm only 18 years old. Tanya, I confess to you that after his death at night, left alone in the dugout, I cried like a little one. Imagine, I'm a man, crying! In the morning I wrote a letter to his mother. If you knew how hard it is. But what to do? War is war. I didn't want to write to you about it. But we agreed to always write the truth, so I wrote. He didn't even hide that he was crying. Take care of yourself, loving you, your classmate Sashka.
(a girl appears on the stage writing a letter)
Young woman:
“Sashka, dear, hello! Soon you won’t be able to turn to you so easily ... Comrade, lieutenant, and nothing else. Today is June 21, 1942. Exactly one year after our High school prom. How long ago it was... Exactly a year... And exactly a year the war has been going on. Almost all of us are already at the front, even the girls. I don't know if they wrote to you or not, Masha died. It's unbelievable, she was hanged... Five of our guys are no longer alive, and the end of the war is not yet in sight. When I think that there will never be anything for Volodya, Masha, Lidochka, Anton, Sergey, it becomes scary. Never and nothing... Take care of yourself. Don't worry about me, I'm fine. Our medical battalion is now located in the forest. I am writing you a letter, and in front of me is a green forest. It is even strange that such beauty is a battlefield, that the Germans are only two kilometers from us. Not far from the medical battalion, I picked a large red flower. I don't know what it's called, but it's very pretty and I plucked it for you. I know it will wither before it reaches you. Or maybe the military censors will throw it out of the envelope - they will say, here are some more sentiments in the war. But I'll still put it in an envelope, in case you get it. I'm sorry, I can't write any more, new wounded have been brought in. Waiting for your letter. Your Tanya."
(a young man writing a letter on stage)
Youth:
"Darling, Tanya! I don't know if you will ever read these lines. But I firmly know that this is my last letter. The Germans will soon go on the attack, and there are only three of us left ... Your portrait is on my lap, which means you are with me. It is not so hard to die when you know that somewhere there is a person who remembers you and loves you. Dear Tanya, I beg you, try to survive in this terrible war. Survive and live this life for us."
Presenter 1:
Stop, time! Freeze and look back. Look back at those who look at us in stone from the height of their monuments. Look back at those whose names are carved at the foot of the obelisks. For those who gave for you and me the most precious thing they had - spring and the first kiss, happiness and life, which was just beginning.
Host 2:
The flame burns day and night
And illuminates the globe
Our memory does not subside
About those who were killed by the war.
Presenter 1:
Tens of years lay between us,
The war has gone down in history.
We are in the heart with eternal words
We write the names of the dead.
Host 2:
Inextinguishable memory of generations
And the memory of those whom we so sacredly honor,
Let's people stand up for a moment
And in sorrow we will stand and be silent.
(metronome sounds, there is a moment of silence)
Presenter 1:
Choked cannonade
Silence in the world
On big land one day
The war is over
We will live, meet the dawn
Believe and love
Just don't forget it!
Host 2:
Just not to forget
How the sun rose in the burning
And the darkness swirled
And in the river - between the banks -
The blood flowed
There were black birches
Long years
Tears were shed
Widows - forever
This memory - believe people
All the earth needs...
If we forget the war, war will come again.
The Kremlin chimes sound. Levitan's voice “Attention says Moscow. On May 8, 1945, an act of unconditional surrender was signed in Berlin .... Germany is completely destroyed. Everlasting memory heroes who died on the battlefield. Long live Soviet army and navy...
the soldiers take out the banner and run with it throughout the square. All participants shouting "Hurrah!" go on stage, hug, throw helmets and caps into the sky.
Presenter 1: And on the morning of May 9, throughout our country from all radio stations Soviet Union sounded: “Establish May 9 - the Day of National Celebration! Victory Day! Hooray!
Participants line up on stage, children come forward.
Child 1: All the streets are dressed in flowers
And sonorous songs are heard
Today is a holiday - Victory Day
Happy, bright day of spring.
Child 2: That morning became famous
The news spread all over the planet
The vile fascists are defeated
Russian army- praise!
Child 3: People took a deep breath
End of the war! End of the war!
And colorful fireworks
Glittered for a long time in the sky.
Child 4: Thunder of triumph with a mighty shaft
Rolled along the edges of the native
Fatherland saluted
To their brave warriors.
Child 5: They defended their homeland
Fearlessly went to the mortal battle
So that children grow up in happiness
In a free and native land.
Alekseeva O.O.
There is a school class on the stage: two desks with chairs.
PROLOGUE
Sounds like "VICTORY DAY"
Girls and boys take the stage. They silently look at the class, the school class of 1941...
Voice (phonogram). To those who were born in the twenty-third, graduated from school in the forty-first and went to the front in the same forty-first, who did not return home in the forty-fifth, is dedicated to ...
1st.
However, that was so long ago
2nd.
Maybe seen in a movie
Girls:
1 girl: Oh, war, what have you done, you mean one?
2 girl: Our yards have become quiet ...
3 girl: Our boys raised their heads,
4 girl:They have matured so far...
Boys:
1 young man: Oh, war, what have you done, vile?
2 young man: Instead of weddings, separation and smoke ...
3 young man: Our girls dresses are white
Gifted to my sisters...
1. "Blue Handkerchief" Song
The performers enter the classroom.
Vitaly . OK it's all over Now!
Tolya. As they say, the last time in the tenth grade!
Lida. I can’t even believe that we are the last time in our class ...
Tolya. In our long-suffering class... Yes... He experienced a lot in ten years!
Luda. Timka, take your hand away! .. I beg you in a good way!
Timka (removing his hand from Luda's shoulder). Dear, we are already quite adults! We might even get married!
Luda. I'll marry you now! .. Bridegroom!
Timka (jumps up): Guys! And our director spoke wonderfully today(copying director): "Dear friends! Today is a wonderful day for you! Today we are seeing you off on your last journey... Oh, what am I saying…”
Everyone laughs.
Zoya. Listen, do you remember, when our guys ran in the city relay, he almost fell from the podium ... “Come on,” he shouts, “come on! ..”
Tolya. And at the exam in literature, when he found a cheat sheet from Sergei? ..
Vitaly. And he himself hid her from the teacher of literature ...
Everyone, interrupting each other, begins to say:
"Do you remember?" “Do you remember?!”
2. "Darkie"
Timka. Quiet... Quiet! Not all at once! Let's have an evening of remembrance! June 21, 1941!
Sveta. Yes, not the 21st, but the 22nd! It's already fifteen to four!
Zoya. How many?!
Sveta. Fifteen minutes to four!
Zoya. Oh, and it will fly to me from my mother! I've never been home so late in my life!
Tolya. You mean so early.
Everyone laughs.
Timka. Quiet!.. Quiet! (Music is playing.) So, "night of memories, June 22, 1941"!
3. "Spark"
Everyone returns to the stage and dances the waltz.
1 pair: Spinning, spinning in the air happiness,
Even, the nightingale fell silent.
2 couple: We will be married by this silence
In the circle of inseparable friends.
3 couple: Previously, more than once we said goodbye to school,
That's separation in earnest...
1 couple: So why are we so funny,
There is no sadness, no tears.
2 couple: Quiet, quiet - the wave is splashing,
White nights are in full swing.
3rd couple: Waltz of silence circles us until the morning
In a light June frenzy...
Boys invite girls to waltz. They dance. Are photographed.
They sit down. The music stops.
MEMORY.
Vitaly. Guys, remember how in the first grade everyone came with bouquets of flowers, and I came with a flower pot!
Tolya. Guys, remember how I ran away to fight in Spain.
Everyone laughs.
Tolya. Just think ... Well, I got on the wrong train, it happens ...
Lida. And he decided to get to Spain through Vladivostok ...
Sveta. Aha! For conspiracy!
Everyone laughs.
Timka (jumps up and runs to the board). Attention! "The Legend of the Unknown Actor"! Performed by the author!
Luda. Is this about what you did at the Spanish party?
Timka. That's it. The solemn part had already ended, and as it was written in the posters, the “Amateur Concert” was about to begin! Your obedient servant was the first number of a grandiose program with poems about Spain. I go on stage and ... and I understand that I don’t remember a single line, not only poems about Spain, but at least some poems in general ... There is a revival in the hall ...
Luda. There is just laughter in the hall!
Timka. No need ... Laughter was later. Like a fish on land, I swallow the air and start reading the first thing that comes to mind...
Well, kiss me, kiss me
Whether it's blood or pain.
Out of tune with the cold will
Boiling water of heart jets.
Naturally, there was excitement in the hall, after all, I was 13 years old then, but nevertheless I continue:
overturned mug
Among the merry is not for us.
Understand my friend
On earth they live only once!
Now there is really laughter in the hall, and, mind you, I courageously continue.
Look around with calm eyes
Look: in the dark damp
The moon is like a yellow raven
Circling, hovering above the ground.
Thunderous applause did not let me finish the performance!
Timka runs away.
4. "Katyusha"
Everyone freezes in a freeze frame.
Music sounds.
Letter: (read Luda) Timosha, hello! I have not received a response to my fourth letter. I hope that the mail is not working well, I don’t even allow myself to think about anything else ... Everything is fine with us. Went to yours. Mom is healthy, but she has lost a lot of weight. She asks if you are writing to me... She showed her your letter, though she did not say that she had received it two months ago.
I study nursing courses in the evenings. And during the day I work in a hospital as a nurse. I'm sorry I don't sleep. You know what a sleepyhead I was before the war...
The music stops.
Voice (phonogram). To your inquiry about Private Sobolev Timofey Ivanovich, we answer that in the battles near Vyazma, Private Sobolev T.I. went missing.
Continuation of the letter. The same music sounds. (Reading Luda) Timochka, my love, how we did not appreciate what we had. How I wish everything could go back - we would live in a completely different way! Timka, when you return, everything will not be just like before! Just come back! Do you hear me! Come back!
Etude "Life". Music sounds
5. "Echo of love"
All (read).
1- The sky of this day
clear,
but now it has armor
clanging.
2- And on our land
the hum is worth
and trees in resin
sad for them.
3- All dispersed from troubles
to the sides.
No more songbirds
crows!
4- And the trees in the dust
by autumn.
Those who couldn't sing
abandoned.
5- And love is not for us,
it's true,
what is needed now
hatred.
Tim comes out.
Timka. Sobolev Timofey Ivanovich
Timka. Private.
Timka. No.
Timka. Yes.
Timka. Was shell-shocked.
Timka. Don't know.
Timka. Don't know.
Voice. Tell me, why do you persist? Well, we will torture you - who will feel better from this? Let's say you show incredible endurance and die under torture without saying a word .... So what? It should be important for you that you will no longer be. You are still a boy. Probably just finished school; maybe somewhere your girlfriend is waiting for you...
The guys block Timka
Timka. I won't tell you anything...
6. "The night is short" Vasilyeva Tatiana
Music torture ends. Slowly moves into another.
Luda slowly emerges from the depths of the stage and addresses Timka through the viewer.
"Come back!"(from the repertoire of O. Yaroslavskaya)
Autumn, autumn.
Mowed with grasses, shed with leaves ...
Where are you, summer!
Cloud in the night...
Somewhere spring sings, somewhere there is a war...
Close, close...
You wrote to me: wait...
I implore you to come back...
Listen, you gotta...
You appear, then you disappear
Cloud in the night...
The thread of my candle, the ray of my hope...
Come back! Get under fire!
Respond soon!
We should be together!..
Suddenly, outside the outskirts of a blizzard-insomnia ...
Tears, I'm sorry...
Sadness does not subside, I pray for you ...
God, god...
It appears, it dissolves
Your holy face...
Have pity on me, return the soldier to the house...
And outside the window - spring ...
And behind the hill - the war ...
You begged - wait ...
You promised to come back!
In the roar of shots, in furious grief -
Respond quickly, just survive,
Come back, come back!
Get under fire!
Resurrect from lead! Come back!..
Resurrect!.. Resurrect!..
Respond soon!
We should be together!..
For the return, a step to goodbye...
Autumn, autumn...
You appear, then you disappear...
Where are you?!.. Where are you?!.. Where are you?!. Where are you?!.
7. "Soldier"
Luda leaves, and Timka comes to the fore.
Timka. (to viewer)
Wait for me and I will come back,
Just wait a lot
Wait for sadness
yellow rain,
Wait for the snow to come
Wait when it's hot
Wait when others are not expected
Forgetting yesterday.
Wait when from distant places
Letters will not come
Wait until you get bored
To all who are waiting together.
Wait for me and I will come back,
don't wish well
To everyone who knows by heart
It's time to forget.
Let the son and mother believe
That there is no me
Let friends get tired of waiting
Sit by the fire
Drink bitter wine
Haremember the soul...
Wait. And along with them
Don't rush to drink.
Wait for me and I will come back
All deaths out of spite.
Who did not wait for me, let him
He will say: - Lucky. -
Do not understand those who did not wait for them,
Like in the middle of a fire
Waiting for your
You saved me
How I survived, we will know
Only you and I -
You just knew how to wait
Like no one else.
8. Widows of Russia
He leaves the stage and changes clothes.
Music sounds.
All
1- I swear: not a step back!
Rather, I'm dead myself.
Olya: 2- I will lie down on this earth,
How can I sell this land?
3- I swear we'll be even
With the enemy. I promise
4- That blood will be washed away
Traces of his victories! ..
5- And if I violate
The oath that I make
4- And if suddenly I'm scared
Before the enemy in battle
2- Measure severely
The shame of my guilt:
1- Let him punish with death
Me the law of war!
9. "In the dugout"
10. "If there was no war"
Everyone takes their seats. Class on stage.
EPILOGUE
Luda. Guys, look, it's already dawn!
Timka. And so the night passed...
Zoya. Our last school night...
Tolya (sings). “What does the coming day have in store for me?”
Sveta. I wonder what will happen to us in about forty years?
Lida. Well, you screwed up! I don't know what will happen to me tomorrow...
The soundtrack of the song " Holy war».
Everyone freezes. Get up, great country!
Get up for a fight to the death!
With dark fascist power!
With the damned horde!
May noble rage
Rip like a wave!
There is a people's war
Holy war!
11. "Above the Soldier"
12. "Cranes"
Voice: Today is June 21, the 42nd.Exactly one year after our graduation. How long ago it was... As if in some other, unreal life. Exactly one year... And exactly one year the war has been going on. Four of our guys are no longer alive, and the end of the war is not yet in sight. When I think that for Zoya, Timka, Lidochka and Tolya, nothing will ever happen, I became. Scary…. There will never be anything...
"Angel"
1st I don't want the voice of the cannonade
I heard my child. Mine and yours.
2nd I I don't want the famine of Leningrad
He touched them with a blockade hand.
3rd I I don't want pillboxes to be exposed,
Like a cancerous tumor of the earth.
4th I I don't want them to come back to life
And they took someone's life with them.
5th Let people throw up a million hands
And protect the beautiful face of the sun
6th From burning, ashes and Khatyn pain
Forever! Forever! Not for a moment!
1st I I don't want the voice of gunfire
I heard my child. Mine and yours
Let the world explode with a cry:
Angel No ! No need!
2nd I need a child not dead, alive.
Voice (phonogram). Now it's 2016 andin May 1945, none of their graduating class survived ....
1st: However, that was so long ago
2nd That as if it was not - and invented ...
3rd. Maybe seen in a movie
4th Maybe it's in the novel...
The boys stand in a line
The metronome sounds. Everyone disperses under the last blows, there remains a girl who puts carnations on the desk. Leaves.
Sounds like Victory Day.
Event preparation plan.
Type of work
Timing
Responsible
Scenario and production team
Collection of material
08.03. – 26.03.
Script writing
29.03. - 09.04.
Script Statement
12.04.
Choice actors
and performers
14.04.
rehearsal work
15.04. – 08.05.
Holding an event
09.05.
Artistic and design group
Development of sketches for the design of the hall, invitation cards, posters.
13.04. – 16.04.
Development of sketches of costumes
14.04. – 16.04.
Sketch Approval
19.04.
Stage decoration
07.05.
Musical and technical group
Music selection
Escorts
14.04. – 16.04.
Phonogram recording
19.04. – 21.04.
Preparation of sound reproducing equipment and lighting
to the program
08.05.
Organization of video and photography
09.05.
Organizational and economic group
Development and approval of estimates
15.03.
Costume preparation
19.04. – 21.04.
Props selection
20.04. – 22.04.
Purchasing Prizes
03.05.
Transport
09.05.
Event plan.
The date of the:
Time spending:.
Location:
Audience: mixed.
Time spendingKind of activity
Responsible
14.00.
Gathering of participants of the concert.
15.00.
Preparation of the participants of the concert for the performance
15.30.
Spectator meeting.
16.00.
"THE BORN IN TWENTY-THREE…"
10.00.
Event Analysis
Conclusion.
The formation of civil-patriotic qualities of a person is a purposeful, specially organized process. Civic-party qualities are the qualities of a person that characterize her ability to actively manifest her civic position.
This production is aimed at developing patriotism through practical activities, providing opportunities for self-realization, socialization of adolescents, demonstrating to adolescents the significance of their activities, recognition and demand by society for the manifestation of their civil and patriotic qualities..
Vedas.
Against the background of the song: the beginning of the event
Hello dear guests.
Today we have gathered in this hall to remember one of the most formidable and cruel events in the history of our country - the Second World War.
70 years have passed since the last shots were fired. On May 9, all mankind celebrates the 70th anniversary of the victory over Nazi Germany. We dedicate our meeting “For the sake of life on earth” to this significant date.
Vedas.
Let's mentally fast forward to the past of our country. 1941Saturday was the last day of peace in 1941. After the usual working week, millions of Soviet people went to rest. The silence of the coming night, warm and fragrant like summer, was broken in many cities and villages by the happy voices of young people celebrating their entry into adulthood.
Come out say the words
(waltz music sounds, prom presentation)
Waltz dance and Music 3 breaks off and immediately the voice of Levitan. The children come out, march and leave.
Presentation fighting with music 5
On the projector shots from the battlefields.
Vedas.
So the war came to our land. There has never been a worse war than this. The enemy was strong and formidable. He wanted to destroy everything on our earth.And fascist planes began to bomb cities and villages, airports and railway stations. Bombs rained down on kindergartens, on hospitals and houses. People were leaving them. They tried to evacuate women and children to other cities where the war had not yet reached.
And people fought. At the cost of their own lives, they defeated the enemy, performing feats that will forever remain in the memory of the people.
Music.(6)
On the halt scene projector.
Vedas.
Soldiers marched west along the roads of war.
Dropped out among the volleys, maybe an hour of silence,
and then, at a halt, sinking into a trench,
people wrote letters to those who were so far away.
Reads a letter
Child What did the guys hang their noses on? Look, the mail is coming!
Mail Hello fellow artillerymen! Am I on the third battery?
All Yes!
Mail A telegram from a friend sent you a letter from your mother, from your brother, from your grandfather.
On the projector photo soldiers and music
My dear relatives!
Night. The flame of a candle flickers.
I remember not for the first time
How do you sleep on a warm stove
In our little old hut,
What is lost in the deaf forests,
I remember the field, the river,
Again and again I remember you.
My brothers and sisters,
Tomorrow I'm going into battle again
For their Fatherland, for Russia,
That got into a dashing misfortune.
Gather my courage, strength.
I will smash our enemies
So that nothing threatens you,
So that you can learn and live.
Vedas.
ABOUT The heroic deeds of soldiers poets and composers have written many good songs.
The song helped the soldiers at the front, supported them in difficult times, raised the morale of the soldiers.
Our soldiers were distinguished not only by courage, heroism, ingenuity and dexterity, but also by their boldness and cheerful character.
1st girl. (from place)
We walked, dreaming of a halt,
Only the songs were not abandoned.
2nd girl. (runs forward)
Hey, frontline girlfriends
Should we be sad
Bayanist, play quickly
To make the songs sound.
The girls stand up for the song in a semicircle. The boys sit in a circle.
Song of the girls "Katyusha". (7)
After the songs remain in place.
1 boy.( gets up, approaches the girls)
Oh girls, it's just amazing
Well, you sang beautifully.
We start to dance
We don't know how to start!(raises hands)
2nd boy .(approaches from the other side, dances)
Oh, I'm stomping my foot
Let me drown another
I can't sit still
Such a character! (arms wide to the side)
The girls sit in a circle. The boys line up to dance.
Boys dance. (8)
At the end of the dance, the children freeze. The whistle of grenades, explosions.
The boys grab their weapons, start the "fight", the wounded lie; girls bend down, take medical bags, examine the wounded. Freeze.
Mise-en-scene "On the battlefield".
The photo of the “battlefield” is duplicated on the projector
Music. (9)
Vedas.
The war went on for 4 long years, there were many battles: the battle of Stalingrad, near Moscow, the defense of Leningrad, tank battle on the Kursk Bulge. The war brought a lot of grief, devastation and famine.
But our people, brave, brave - survived and won! The war ended on May 9, 1945!
(while the host is talking, the nurses are taking the wounded from the battlefield)
Music. (eleven)
1 child.
There was still thick darkness
The grass wept in the mist.
Ninth day of big May
Has already come into its own.
Music. (12)
2 boys run
1 boy
Friends! You heard? Everywhere
The news is spreading across the country:
2 boy.
End of trials and tribulations
End of this terrible war!
Embrace.
Girl
We don't need war anymore
She brings suffering!
We need to get over the country
The sun was shining, there was peace!
Girl:
We need peace, grass in the dew,
Smiling childhood.
We need a world, a beautiful world
Inherited!
Music. (13)
On the projector is a photo of the Victory parade.
Vedas.
And here is the long-awaited Victory Parade!
Children under the "March" line up in a semicircle, walk along the wall, take flowers.
1 child.
I know from my dad, I know from my grandfather!
On the ninth of May Victory came to us!
All the people expected a victorious day,
That day was the most joyful holiday!
Julia
Yes, guys, people will never forget this day. We are indebted to our great-grandfathers and great-grandmothers who defended this joyful day in fierce battles and battles, and those who did not return home from the war remained on the battlefields for the fact that we are now rejoicing and laughing together.
Music. (14)
Natasha.
Quiet, guys, a moment of silence
Let's honor the memory of heroes
And in the morning they met the sun.
Our peers are almost.
Vedas.
There are none among us
Who went to the front and did not return
Remember!
Through the centuries, through the years!
Remember!
For those who will never come.
Please remember!
Let's honor the memory dead by the minute silence.
Minute of silence (15)
Vedas.
The memory of those who died will live forever in our hearts. All over the country there are monuments to famous and unknown heroes. And people lay flowers to them.
Let us lay flowers at the Eternal Fire.
On the projector Eternal Flame.
Music. (16)
Children lay flowers.
They are divided into two columns. Stand on both sides of the room.
1 child.
Do you hear, friend, the streams are ringing,
Birds sing on branches
On a wonderful land
We are lucky to be born.
2 child.
So let it always bloom
Let the gardens make noise
Let people look at her
Loving eyes!
3 child
Let there be a bright kindergarten everywhere
Greets children happily
Let everyone, everywhere have enough schools,
So that everyone goes to school in the morning!
4 child.
We want to grow up as doctors
Artists and violinists.
Teachers and artists
Both pilots and tankers.
5 child.
We want to live under a peaceful sky,
And rejoice and be friends!
We want that everywhere on the planet
Children did not know war at all!
Song "I want there to be no more war" (17)
The words of the host sound at the loss.
Vedas.
Need peace for you and me
Clean air on earth
Bird's hubbub, children's laughter,
Sun, rain, white snow.
Together.
Only war, only war
Not needed on the planet!
Vedas.
This is our holiday dedicated to the 70th anniversary of the Victory in the Great Patriotic War, finished. May the memory of the great feat of our people forever remain in your hearts!
Music. (18)
The children leave the room.
1. Let the years pass
But on the faces of gray-haired old men
Trouble remains
That war of all times and centuries.
Soldiers went to their death
Leaving parental home
And they fought
For the freedom of the earth
On which we live with you!
Chorus: I want to bright sun light,
To always dream only good dreams.
So that Russia does not forget its heroes.
No more war.
I want no more war!
2. I remember my great-grandfather!
I value his orders!
What is "war"
(in the preparatory group)
The leader enters the room.
Leading:
Hello dear guests! We are very glad to see you on our holiday. One of the most important holidays our country - Victory Day. On May 9, 1945, the last volleys of guns died down, and Nazi Germany capitulated. Despite the prescription, the memory of the war is alive, the pain of loss does not subside, and our hearts are still filled with happiness, admiration, pride and gratitude. We will never forget those people who defended the Victory, performed heroic deeds in the name of the future, in the name of us.
To the song "Victory Day" children enter the room.
Song "Victory"
Child: What a beautiful capital
On this bright May morning!
Birds are pouring outside the window
Sheds the leaves with mother-of-pearl.
Child: We give carnations to veterans,
Remembering the brave fighters.
Let's not forget their great deed,
The feat of grandfathers and our fathers.
Song "Memory of the Fallen"
Leading:
Yes, guys, May 9 is not just joyful, happy holiday, this is the end of the war. scary, brutal war which lasted for 4 years. And it began on a beautiful summer morning, when many people peacefully went about their usual business. And these terrible things sounded on the radio words: "War!", "War!". Our country was attacked fascist invaders. Enemy planes hummed in the sky, began to fall bombs: Houses burned and people died. Nobody could believe it was true. People asked each friend: "War?"; "Is that really true?". Yes, war broke into the happy, calm life of people ...
The song sounds "Holy war"
Child: And for the honor of their Fatherland
Everyone got up: both old and young.
Until the end, until the day of Victory -
Only forward! No step back!
Leading:
Men went to fight at the front, while women and children worked in the rear day and night. night: they sewed overcoats, knitted warm socks and mittens, baked bread, stood at the machines in factories, helped to care for the wounded in hospitals. And in their letters to the soldiers, they told about the house, about how they are waiting for them - fathers, husbands, sons, brothers - waiting and believing in Victory.
The song sounds "Oh dear"
The children come out.
dramatization.
(signalman, nurse, sailor, pilot, submachine gunner)
Signalman (in headphones): From morning to night, telegrams, Solid dots and dashes. They sent ciphers.
After all, in a war, as in a war!
Nurse:
We were not afraid of bullets,
The machine did not scare us,
If you knew that on the field
The wounded soldier lies.
Sailor (in a vest):
Protect maritime borders
Motherland entrusted us.
Don't let the enemy in for a mile
Not to land, not to ships!
Pilot:
Crew ready to fly
The motor is already roaring.
Combat order received
The pilot is waiting for the command.
submachine gunner:
Every time, from fight to fight,
Took a soldier
Your reliable assistant -
Heavy steel machine.
All: “So, day after day, step by step, we were approaching victory!”
Members dramatizations return to their places.
presenter:
Our soldiers fought fearlessly, enduring the exhausting summer heat, winter cold and snowstorms, autumn slush and rain. Forward, only forward, to victory! After all, they defended their home, their mothers and sisters, loved ones and dear ones. The whole people believed in their courage and courage, in their unshakable courage. In every house they dreamed that an enemy bullet would fly past a soldier, and he would return home alive and unharmed with orders on his chest.
1 girl:
Katyusha came out to the high bank of the river, looked far - far into the distance and sang her favorite song.
2 girl:
Did the soldier receive her letter with news from her home?
3 girl:
Let him be brave and strong, let him know that they are waiting for him at home!
4 girl:
Let his bullet wounds not hurt so much.
Dance "Katyusha"
presenter:
WITH great pain in our hearts we mourn for those who did not return from the battlefield.
1 child.
Defended our grandfathers
Life and happiness on earth.
Shine brighter in honor of the Victory
Stars of the world in the Kremlin!
2 child.
For the native country people
They gave their lives.
We will never forget
Fallen in a valiant battle!
3 child.
The fire is burning at the obelisk,
Birches in silence are sad.
And we bowed low, low
Here an unknown soldier sleeps.
presenter:
We will honor the memory of those who did not return from the battlefield with a minute of silence.
And let everyone thank them in their hearts for the happy world in which we live!
Let us rise and bow our heads before their memory!
A moment of silence.
Child:
Well, being a soldier is commendable,
This is the whole essence of man!
Let the fire be deadly, heavy,
Do not scorch your glorious path.
Child:
And let the sky be blue
The bright ring of the sun shines
War has such an evil face
War has a bad face.
Dance "Stork on the Roof"
Child:
We are for children in the world
Wouldn't play war
To the morning at dawn
Listen to the silence of the world!
Child:
We are for the whole planet
Green like a garden.
To serve quietly
Peaceful homeland soldiers.
Song "Dear native land"
Child:
The spring wind shakes the birch tree
A cheerful drop is ringing,
As if reading Yesenin's poem
About the land he was in love with.
Child:
About white groves and years of cranes.
Love Russia! Love Russia!
For the Russian heart, there is no sweeter land.
Child:
We sang Russian songs from birth,
The wind of Russia hugged us on the way.
When all of Russia put on overcoats,
Away from the Fatherland, a soldier recalled ...
Child:
Born in Russia, in love with Russia,
I gave her my heart and soul.
Before her, majestic, I bow in bow,
About her, about Russia, I sing a song.
Child:
About yellow fields and slanting showers,
About white groves and the joy of spring.
Love Russia! Love Russia!
And be faithful to Russia forever!
Song - dance "My Russia"
Five go to the central wall Human:
1 child.
The war ended with victory
Those years are behind us.
Burning medals, orders,
Many on the chest.
2 child.
We glorify Victory Day in May
Light holiday of all people,
In May, the rainbow laughs.
The color of the bird cherry is more tender.
3 child.
In May it sings more joyfully,
And walk faster!
Above doves soar
May morning at dawn!
They take off in blue, they wish everyone
Happiness, peace on earth!
4 child.
Let the salute of victory thunder
This light warms the world.
Congratulations to our grandfathers
We send them a big hello!
The sound recording of fireworks sounds, and on the screen there is an image of fireworks on Red Square.
presenter:
Victory Day - glory!
Children:
presenter:
Veterans - glory!
Children:
presenter:
Happiness, peace on earth - glory!
Children:
The children leave the room to the music.
"Memory Album"
Choreographic and vocal production.
Roles: Grandmother, Grandfather, Grandson, Granddaughter. (you can add characters at the discretion of the director)
Props list:
1. Bayan
2. The table is round.
3. Armchair.
4. Radio
5. Album
6. Letter
7. Chairs
8. Tablecloth and other small household utensils to create the interior of the room.
9. Jacket with medals.
In the corner of the stage, the decoration of the living room of the house is displayed. This is the living room of the grandfather of the grandmother, a veteran of the Second World War.
In the living room, grandfather sits in an armchair and leafs through his front-line album, at the other end of the stage a girl is highlighted, she alone sings a song "Earring with Malaya Bronnaya" verse chorus, she finishes singing the light from the girl is removed and full light is given to the living room, a grandmother appears with a jacket with medals,
- Grandmother:(to grandfather) Well, I put everything in order, put it on.
- Grandfather: Where is your medal?
- Grandmother: Oh, I totally forgot. Now. (leaves)
He looks in the mirror, examines himself, medals. Turns on and tunes the radio. The parade on Red Square is broadcast on the radio. Doorbell. Two grandchildren run into the living room, along with their grandmother. (Family composition at the discretion).
They enter the living room with flowers, flags, cake. Grandson in a cap.
They all greet each other, congratulate each other on the holiday.
Granddaughter: Grandma, let me help you.
Grandmother: Well, let's go, my assistants.
While everyone is preparing, the grandson takes his grandfather's album and begins to examine it.
Grandson:(Approaching grandfather) Grandfather, what kind of album is this? And the photos here are so strange, not in color.
Grandfather:(grinning) And this is my front-line album.
Grandson: What does frontline mean? And why is everyone dressed the same?
Grandfather: There, Semyon, there are my photographs from the war. And they were dressed the same, because we had such a uniform.
Grandson: Grandpa, tell me about the war! Is war scary?
Grandfather: War, Senya. It's very scary! But they went to war boldly, they were not afraid, because they knew that we were going to defend the Motherland.
Song"Way path front"
Granddaughter: Grandfather, tell me better how you met your grandmother.
Grandfather: Wow, it was a long time ago, I don't remember.
Grandmother: Well, you don't remember!
Grandfather: Yes, time has passed ... well, do not be angry.
Grandmother: Oh, a lot of time has passed, but I remember. Summer stood, the linden blossomed. We had dances, well, your grandfather did not dare to approach me all evening, but in the end he grew bolder. I will never forget this waltz.
Dance "Random Waltz"
Grandson and granddaughter: Grandpa, Grandpa! What troops did you serve in?
Grandfather: I am my friends, after all, a pilot. He served in the 302nd Fighter Aviation Division. And on one mission, he drove three "Messers" into the ground at once.
granddaughter and grandson: WOW! And you were afraid.?
Grandfather: Yes, the guys were afraid. But whatever I was not so scared of, I always sang my favorite song when I went into battle.
Grandchildren: What, what song?
Grandfather: ( singing) Because, because we are pilots….
Song "Because we are pilots"
Granddaughter: (Sitting on my grandfather's lap) Oh, grandfather, how interesting .... you tell me, I'll grow up, but I will never forget your stories. (Embracing him) Oh, what do you have there in your pocket? (pulls out) some kind of triangle, strange. What is this?
Grandfather: and this, Dasha, is a letter from my front-line comrade, to my mother. And I couldn't deliver it. Since then, I have kept it close to my heart in my dress jacket.
Grandson: Grandfather, can we read it?
Grandfather:(Unfolding the letter) You can. gives a letter to his grandson.
Grandson:(Reads the letter)
“Hello dear mother, don't worry about me. I am alive, healthy, I am at war and even passed the baptism of fire. We will be in Kronstadt, I will definitely send you silk for a dress. Take care of your health, mom. I am very sorry that I did not have time to fix your roof during my short vacation. Take care of yourself, mom. And I will beat the enemy up last strength. Your Alexey"
Dance "Fight with Death"
"Smuglyanka" sounds on the radio.
Grandchildren: Oh Grandma! And turn up the radio louder, we know this song!
Babushka: Well done, but how do you know her?
Granddaughter: We learned it at school with a music teacher.
Grandfather: Here, well done. And your grandmother and I, oh, how we danced to her.
Grandfather is dancing with grandmother, grandchildren are jumping around, rejoicing.
Dance "Smuglyanka"
The grandson takes the album, (addressing his sister): Have you seen your grandfather's album?
Granddaughter: No, what is there?
Grandson: There, a young grandfather and our grandmother are also there. And also the entire aviation division and all with orders, like grandfather's on his jacket. And also...
Grandfather: Oh, you pranksters, but come here, I'll show you everything and tell you myself.
Song "Cranes" + slide show with front-line photos.
Grandson: Grandmother, why do you have an accordion in your closet, and even a broken one. We tried to play on it, but nothing happens.
Grandmother: Not an accordion, but an accordion. And who gave you permission to look into the closet?
Grandfather: Well, okay you! And this is my button accordion, but I haven’t played it for a very long time. And earlier, at a halt, as you stretch the furs, it becomes easier on the soul.
Instrumental number with button accordion "In the Dugout"
Grandfather: It was perhaps the most unforgettable day I ever had, I have never been so happy. 8 at night and 9 in the morning, we fired into the sky from all types of personal weapons - we saluted the Victory! It is impossible to describe it in words. On the street a sea of flowers, everyone was crying, hugging, rejoicing. This, Semyon, was happiness. Great happiness!
The song "Victory Day" All the participants of the concert and the audience sing.
