The music of the war years sounds

The song is playing1 "Dedicated to the heroes." War veterans, home front workers, war children take their places on specially installed benches. The presenters come out to the microphones, all the speakers at the rally stand behind them.

A young man in a military uniform, a girl dressed in the fashion of the 40s.

VED - Chernyatin A.M., Smirnova I.N.

Soldiers - Christina Zorich, Mironenko Ilya

Lead1

I am a Russian person, and Russian nature
Loved to me, and I sing it.
I am a Russian man, a son of my people
I look at my homeland with pride!

In times of trouble, she always was
Single, unbending, steel.
My Rus stood to meet the enemy
One squad, a formidable wall

Lead 2

And a matter of honor, right and freedom
She will stand up in a fierce battle.
I am a Russian person, a daughter of my people
I look at my homeland with pride.

Lead 1

Good afternoon, dear veterans! Participants of the war, widows, children of the war and everyone present at our holiday.

Sixty-nine years have passed since the end of the Great War, later called the Patriotic War. Time passed quickly, and even the youngest participants turned into gray-haired veterans. An amazing holiday, perhaps the only one in which grief and joy, tears and smiles, sorrow and fun are combined.

For four long years the warriors went to victory. We went through hardships and hardships, through heat and cold, through bombing and shelling. And, in spite of everything, they won.

The rally dedicated to the celebration of the Great Victory is declared open

2 The anthem sounds Russian Federation.

Lead 2. The floor is given to the Head of the Prokudsk village council, Valery Alexandrovich Tsurbanov

Lead 2

Russia! This word was born
In the sound of awakened swords
In the writings of the blue-eyed Rublev
And in the silence of the thunderstorm nights!

Lead 1

The brightest, most summer day of the year

The longest day is twenty-two

Children slept, apples ripened in the garden ...

We remember, we remember it again!

4 "Get up, huge country"

first background quietly under the words

Lead 2: A few hours later, after the declaration of war, mobilization into the ranks of the Soviet army was going on in all corners of our vast Motherland. People went to the front ... The first days, weeks, months were the most difficult, the most severe ...

Lead 2

In the history of the Great Patriotic War, the exploits of our fellow countrymen are written in a bright page. The Siberians took an active part in the battle for Victory. During the war, 10357 Siberians were drafted into the ranks of the Soviet army. 6,530 people took part in the hostilities, 3446 people did not return from the front. There were also quite a few of our fellow countrymen - Prokudchan

The "immortal regiment" enters the square - look at these faces. These are our fathers, grandfathers and great-grandfathers, who stood up to defend our country, gave their lives for a peaceful sky, the joyful laughter of children and

The "Immortal Regiment" enters to loud music

Lead 2 . The floor is given to Nina Ivanovna Saiko, daughter of the veteran of the Great Patriotic War Lyakhov Ivan Polikarpovich

Lead 1 : The floor is given Chairman of the District Council of Deputies Sichkarev Anatoly Maksimovich …

Leading: This little white sheet
I'm sending you to the dugout,
So that these lines could
Often think about me in battle,

Giving no mercy to the enemy
So that, sometimes being in a dugout,
I knew: I love your shore,
I remember you every hour

The wind will carry my song away
To help you in battle.
Remember: the girl believes and waits
And in love, and in your victory!

Shefert Sofia sings the song "Katyusha"

Lead 1 :

Embraced by an ominous glow,
The long firmament rumbles
My fellow soldiers
A platoon is going forward behind the platoon.

Soldier 1:

Blinding smoke and thick dust
And the heat looming hard
They floated above us, growing
Out of spite to the exhausted soldiers!

soldier 2:

You will look to the right - dear
Wheat is dying on the vine.
To the left - no end and no edge
Spaces given over to fire.

Soldier 3:

The earth seemed to the limit
She was on fire.
And all the withered hummed:
"Cursed be the war!"

Lead 1: The Nazis traveled all over Europe, conquering it. They had thousands of cannons, planes and tanks. They shot, hanged, poisoned old people and women, children and the wounded. The enemies believed that their path to Soviet Russia would be just as easy ... And they miscalculated ...

Lead 2: The whole world rose to defend the Motherland. Old and young. Somehow incredibly quickly matured tomboys, who were playing a ball in the yard yesterday, and the girls who left their dolls to their younger sisters took up arms. Everyone fought.

The Victory went to our people "at a high price." During the years of the war with Germany, the country's total human losses amounted to about 27 million people. Among the dead, many remained unknown.

soldier 1:

As the iron winds of Berlin blew

How war thunderstorms boiled over Russia!

The woman saw off her son ...

Mother's tears

Mother's tears!

Forty-first - bloody sultry summer,

Forty-third - attacks in snow and frost.

A long-awaited letter from the infirmary ...

Mother's tears

Mother's tears! ..

Sings "Prokudchanka" - Russian mothers

Soldier 2

They covered up life with themselves-

barely starting to live,

so that the sky is blue

there was green grass.

Soldier 3:

The guys left like smoke in the skies.

There will be steppes in bloom, there will be sky at dawn,

And they left the songs, let the quiet songs,

But good songs in our beloved land.

Sings Smirnova

Lead 2

We are from the rods of lead
Falling into the snow with a run
But, they rose in height -
Voiced like Victory!
As a continuation of the day
We walked hard and powerfully ...
You can kill me
It's impossible to kill us!

Sings Ivan Pletnev

Lead1: Our dear veterans. Participants of the Afghan war came to congratulate you Mitin Yuri Vasilievich, Zhigalov Vyacheslav Vasilievich

Dancing Andrey Verkhushin

Lead 2

An invaluable contribution to the Victory was made by women, children, old people who worked in the rear during the war. We say thank you very much to them.

Soldier 1

I've never seen a war
And I can't imagine her horror
But the fact that our world wants silence
Today I understand very clearly.

Soldier 2

Thank you for not getting it
Imagine and recognize such torments
All this had to your share -
Anxiety, hunger, cold and separation

Soldier3

You have been walking towards this victory for a long time
through showers of bullets and pain of wounds
today your grandchildren, children
for courage they will bow low to you.

Soldier 1

Quieter and quieter the echo of war
there are fewer veterans now
we must still remember about terrible battles
descendants of the accursed war.

Soldier2

The graves of the brave are covered with flowers
We hasten to congratulate you on the Great Victory
All those who are still with us
All those who survived the war.

(Kobzon Presenting flowers to veterans to the melody of the song “

Lead 1

The war years died down
Lead hail does not clatter,
But the bitter wounds of the birch
How the memory of the past is kept

Lead 2

Let's keep quiet over the memory of friends
Those we will never see again
We will not hear those who with their whole life
Together with us, he entered the world to come.

Lead 1

Let's keep quiet to talk about them
Not with a cold, indifferent word,
So that they rise even for a moment
With all the sound of a living voice!

Lead 2

Let everything freeze in this minute
Even if time is silent
We remember you, fathers and grandfathers,
Russia, the Motherland honors you!

(Metronome. Minute of silence)

Lead 2

The war has died down, harvesting its bloody harvest,
How many years have passed, how many new worries have been experienced,
Time rushes forward, time rushes to new frontiers,
But nobody is forgotten, and nothing is forgotten forever!

Our life, our bright joy in fierce battles
By your feat, valor, your sacrifice,
In your honor, obelisks stand up to heaven on earth,
No, nobody is forgotten, and nothing is forgotten forever!

We live according to your precepts and step forward,
Your hand is open to us in the future,
The people kneel before your memory,
No, nobody is forgotten, and nothing is forgotten forever!

Lead1 Victory Day inspires
There is joy and sorrow in the heart,
All nature comes to life
These are the signs from above - know.

On Victory Day, everyone believes
Be freedom, no war!
We remember the loss
Thoughts for the future are full.

The world needs peace, everyone knows
So let's get together,
Everyone forgives his neighbor
We see the sky above us.

Those times the storm is broken
We shouldn't fight
And the heroes are not forgotten
The mother is waiting for the sons of stone.

The monument cries in the sun
Mother, she has been waiting for centuries
On Victory Day, dry your tears
A ray of hope lives in her.

Levitan about the end of the war

Lead 1

As an extension of the life of a soldier
Under the stars of a peaceful power
Flowers on war graves burn
Wreaths of unfading glory.

(Laying garlands and flowers under the soundtrack)

We ask you to lay flowers at the monument to the fallen defenders.

Lead 1. The rally dedicated to the Victory Day in the Great Patriotic War is declared closed. Everyone is invited to the recreation center

"Victory Day"

"Victory Day"

Scenario of the Victory Day holiday at the preschool educational institution.

Soldiers of May, Glory to you forever!

Minsabirova G.F.

Musical director of MADOU "Kindergarten No. 290"

Goal:
enrichment of children's knowledge about the great and bright holiday - Victory Day.

Tasks:
- To enrich children's knowledge about the courage of soldiers, about the work of home front workers during the Great Patriotic War.

Develop interest in the songs of the war years, enrich the speech of children with new words.

To form the desire of children to defend their homeland.

Foster a sense of unity and cohesion between children and adults.

Preliminary work:

Talking about the war, looking at paintings, illustrations, reading stories about the war, meeting with veterans, memorizing poems and songs, telling stories of parents about relatives, participants in the war, looking at family photos, drawing on the theme “Boys are drawing war”, making a newspaper together with their parents “ Victory Day! ”, Excursions to the monument to the Heroes of the Compatriots Who Perished in the Great Patriotic War, laying flowers by children.

Equipment:laptop, presentation, projector, video presentation with portraits of the heroes of the Great Patriotic War.

Motivation:
celebration of the Victory Day.

Children run in and depict a happy peaceful life, suddenly the sound of a siren, planes arrive and the bombardment begins (slide 2). The boys cover the girls with their own hands. And I get up quietly.

Tatar song "Soldatlar"(slide 3)

(And during the song, the boys pretend to go to war, and the girls stay and wave their hands at them).

Child:

Ak tomannar arysh kyrlarynda

Tynych kyna izrep yatkanda

Zhyrlar belen tany uyatyrga

Sandugachlar rope kakkanda

Ayaz kukten kara bolyt bulyp

Fascist kongyzlary kildelar

Ut ham ulem chachep uly-uly,

Il ostende ochip yordelar.

Achy nefrat, chiksez yarsu belen.

Doshmanin khalkym tashlandy

Azatligy very tugan ilnen

Avyr Koresh zhirde bashlandy.

Irler kitte, kyzlar elap kaldy
Shaulap kaldy igen olgerep:
Basu kapkasyna chakly ozata bardy
Yache-cards of the leopard ozelep

Girl.
Ah, 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 threshold they barely loomed
And they left - for a soldier soldier ...
Goodbye boys!
Boys,
No, don't hide you, be high
Spare no bullets or grenades,
And do not spare yourself ... But still
Try to get back!
B. Okudzhava

Leading: Mene shulay bashlanyp kitte tarikhta tine bulmagan Boek Vatan sugyshy. Bu 1941 yenn 22 June tany ide. 1418 konge suzylachak dehshetle sugyshnyn nikader ozak barasyn yes, millionnarny yau kyrynnan eyilenep kaytmayachagyn da ele berkem de belmi ida.

1941 June 22, exactly at 4 o'clock in the morning, without a declaration of war, German troops attacked our country, attacked our borders in many places and bombarded the city. The Great Patriotic War began. It is patriotic because all people rose to defend the Motherland and all fought as one to the victorious end.

Child: On a summer night, at dawn,

When the children slept peacefully

Hitler gave the order to the troops

And sent the German soldiers

Against the Russians, against us.

Child: Songy tapkyr kiche kolde dona,
Songy tapkyr koyash balkydy.
Tan atmada bugen, tan atmada, -
Aldy is fatty sugish yalkyny.

Child: War broke out over the Motherland,

The explosions of the bombs were interrupted by childish dreams.

Soldiers gave their lives for us

In the fight against enemies on the fronts of the war.!

3child: “Get up, people! "- hearing the call of the earth,

Soldiers-heroes went to the front,

Bravely and bravely they rushed into battle,

We fought for the Motherland, for you and me!

They wanted to take revenge on the enemy as soon as possible

For the elderly, for women, for children!

Vedas: (slide 4) The war was going on for 4 long years. Russian soldiers fought fearlessly on the fields of war, and those who remained in the rear helped our Army to beat the enemy, raised bread, made weapons, tanks, and built aircraft.

It was not easy for the soldiers at the front, they got wet in the rain, froze in the snow, but struggling with all their might, they fearlessly rebuffed the enemy, fought for every city, street, house. And in moments of respite between battles, they remembered their relatives, loved ones, wrote letters to them, arranged concerts, many songs were written at that time to maintain the spirit of the fighters

Staging "Wait for me ...".

The scene is compositionally divided into 2 shots. In the foreground on the right is a birch tree (or stump), under which a soldier sits with a letter in his hands. In the background on the left is a table with a candle (a kerosene lamp) on it. A mother is sitting at the table, writing a letter to her son, a soldier.

The war years are far from us,

We will never forget them.

Sons parted with their mothers,

Some for a long time, some for forever ...

Quiet background music sounds.

Mother: Hello my dear son,

How far you are from me now!

These are hard times

Hunger, cold, I'm all alone ...

Give me the news from the front,

Don't forget to write to your mother.

Son-soldier:Mommy, thanks for the letter

It warms my heart, it warms my soul.

I want to hug you so much

Look in the eyes, kiss.

Life here is fragile like thin glass

And we are fighting all deaths in spite!

Well, what happens between battles to rest-

Then we can dance!

(video presentation)

Mother and son slowly turn to each other and meet their gazes; the letter "comes to life".

Dance. Then the old background music sounds.

Mother: Son, the war has been going on for a long time -

The people were exhausted and suffered.

Tell me, when will it end?

You alone survived me ...

I do not sleep at night and dream

How will you return home

If you come quietly, you will say: “Mom!

I returned, you see, I'm alive! "

Soldier Son: Mom dear, believe that soon

I will return home with victory.

If necessary, I will move mountains

Just to see you as soon as possible….

The heroes freeze, the metronome sounds. Against the background of the metronome - the voice of the author off-screen.

And fight for victory to the end!

Believe, there will be news from relatives

Warm the heart with hope!

Lyric and solemn music sounds, the scene of the meeting of mother and son. Bow.

The song "Then we were not yet in the world."

Vedas: (Slide 5) (comments on the viewing of photographs of the Great Patriotic War accompanied by the audio recording "Eh, roads ..." by A. Novikov's muses.) Fierce battles on the outskirts of Moscow were fought by everyone: infantrymen, artillerymen, tankmen, pilots. The factories made shells, tanks, rocket launchers for the front. Women and children worked at the machines. People worked as long as they could stand on their feet. Children helped adults: they extinguished incendiary bombs dropped from Nazi planes, extinguished fires; stood in lines for bread, which was given on special cards. But the people survived.

Vedas: Concert brigades went to the front to the soldiers, brought them parcels with gifts and letters from home, arranged concerts to cheer and please the soldiers with merry dances and songs.

Russian dance

Vedas: Reporting played an important role in the war. He needed to be brought to headquarters as quickly as possible.

Game "Report".

Two teams are playing. Each team has an important package, it must be delivered to the headquarters (WWII veteran). On a signal, the children overcome obstacles: to run over a bridge, jump over a moat, crawl under a wire, go through a swamp, etc. The last one in the team gives the package. The presenter accepts the packages, says that the guys are dexterous, brave, faster.

Amusement game "Be attentive".

Ved. (shows the children four flags: blue, blue, green, red). Guys, be careful. If I raise the blue flag, you will float, if the blue flag will fly, if the green flag will jump, if the red flag will shout "Hurray!"

The game is an attraction.

Girls - nurses are playing. They play in pairs. Opposite them on the chairs are "wounded soldiers" (boys). At the signal, the nurses should run, crouching low, or bending over. Run to the wounded, quickly bandage an arm or leg and deliver him to the medical unit (a specific place). The game is played several times.

Vedas:(slide 6) But finally, the spring of 1945. The end of the terrible long war has come. The whole country was jubilant with happiness and joy that this terrible war was finally over, the country met its heroes with songs and dances.

Song "Victory Day".

Child: Al Nurlarga Torenep Koyash Bayy,

Utken yullar kile kunelge, Zhinulairne yaulap algan konner Onytylmaslar gomer-gomerge. Child:

For the native country people

Gave their lives

We will never forget

Fallen in valiant battle.

A fire burns near the obelisk

Birches are sad in silence.

And we bent low, low:

Here an unknown soldier sleeps

People come to the Eternal Flame

Those who died in a brutal war.

The Motherland is proud of their exploits.

The fire burns in the rain, and in the snow, and in the hail,

The feat of valiant soldiers is immortal.

Both adults and children carry flowers

To those who stood for their homeland,

So that the war could not repeat itself.

People come to the Eternal Flame,

They come to bow low.

Vedas: (slide 7) Every year on Victory Day on May 9 we meet elderly people on the streets with orders and medals on their chests. They are called veterans, they did not spare themselves, they defended our Motherland.

Cozy byrgylar, tyndylar tuplar,
Shatlyk kichere beznen, batyrlar;
I call the doshmanny alar jindeler,
Berlin ostenae al bayrak eldeler.

Bugenge Behet Mengege
Koyashtai balkyp torsyn,
Il tynychlygyn saklauchy.
Soldier Isen Bulsin.

Batyrlygyn council of soldiers
Rakhmat belen iske alabyz.
Zhinulerden anyn, hormetene
Menge yasher haikal salabyz.

Our grandfathers remember

About the old days

Put on in honor of Victory

Combat orders.

Get up early this morning

Go out into town - look

How veterans walk

With orders on the chest.

Utkenen utli yellarnyn
Iskertep ata tannar;
Utkenne iske alyrga
There was a veteran.

Child: Glory, glory to the veterans!

Glory to the army

Fly, tricolor flag,

Above the Motherland, dear!

Child: let the Victory salute thunder,

this light will warm the world,

Congratulations to our grandfathers,

Huge hello to them!

The dance is Tatar.

Vedas: let there never be war!

Trouble won't touch us anymore!

On Victory Day, all songs are sung,

Fireworks are sparkling in honor of Victory!

Glory to Victory Day! (children waving sultans)

Glory to veterans!

Song "Koyashly silt".

Fanfare sounds, then music, reciters and presenters appear on the stage, their words sound against the background of music

Reader 1:
Again war, again blockade ...
Maybe we can forget about them?
I sometimes hear: "Don't,"
No need to reopen the wounds.
It's true that we're tired
We're from tales of war
And they read about the blockade
Verses are quite enough.

Reader 2:
And it may seem right
And the words are convincing.
But even if it's true
This truth is not right.
So that again on a peaceful planet
That war did not happen again.
We need our children
This was remembered as we are.

Reader 1:
I'm not worrying in vain
So that that war is not forgotten.

Reader 2:
After all, this memory is our conscience.
We need her as strength.

Lead 1:Good afternoon dear friends!

Lead 2:We have gathered today in this hall on the eve of a great holiday - Victory Day over Nazi Germany.

Host 1: The Great Patriotic War. Now they argue and argue about her a lot, write and shoot, question many facts and denounce fictions.

Host 2: Yes, the time has come another, the country has changed, the ideology has changed, but one thing has remained unchanged - these are the people who on their shoulders endured all the hardships of the war, who were afraid, but walked, who hated death, but were torn into the arms of death, to save life.

Host 1: These people do not need to explain and prove anything, they were there, they know it firsthand, and only faith in a just cause gave them strength.

Host 2: You can count how many years, months and days the war lasted, how many were destroyed and lost, but how to count the amount of grief and tears that this terrible war caused to shed. We as a nation are alive as long as our memory is alive, as long as we want the memory to be alive!

Reader:

Not burnt by the forties
Hearts grown into silence
Of course, we look with different eyes
To our sick war.
We know from confused, difficult stories
About the bitter victorious path
Therefore, at least our mind should
Dear suffering to pass.
And we have to figure it out ourselves
In the pain that the world has suffered.
Of course, we look with different eyes
The same, full of tears.

Lead 1:

And there were many terrible battles
In which the damned enemy was defeated.
Great battle near Moscow,
In which we said threateningly to the enemy: "Stop!"

a presentation is shown on the screen (Appendix 2)

Host 2: For the first time, a wave of fascist aggression was stopped under the capital. Moscow has not lost its splendor even in the most difficult war years thanks to the steadfastness of the soldiers who announced to the world "Russia is great, and there is nowhere to retreat - Moscow is behind."

Host 1: The battle in the region of Kursk, Orel and Belgorod is one of the greatest battles of the Great Patriotic War. Here, not only the best and most powerful groups of the Germans were defeated. But the belief in Germany's ability to withstand the power of the Soviet Union was also irretrievably undermined in the Nazi troops. Fierce and bloody battles on the Kursk Bulge lasted 50 days and nights.

Host 2: The long-suffering Stalingrad land. How much you had to endure! In all places where the battles took place, it was literally plowed up by explosions of shells, covered with a layer of metal. And in the first years after the war it was impossible to plow it. What was more in it - metal or earth? For Germany, the Battle of Stalingrad was the gravest defeat in its history, for Russia it was its greatest victory.

Host 1: The most terrible milestone of that war was the blockade of Leningrad. 900 days of heroic resistance. Hunger, cold, disease; thousands of dead: On September 8, 1941, the Nazis broke through to Lake Ladoga and captured Shlisselburg, cutting off Leningrad from the country.

A presentation is shown on the screen (Appendix 3)

Lead 1: World War II is the bloodiest war in human history. 61 states, 80% of the planet's population, were drawn into the orbit of the war, military operations were conducted on the territory of 40 states, as well as in the sea and ocean spaces. In the armed forces of all countries, 110 million people were under arms.

Lead 2: The peoples of the world paid a huge price for the victory over fascism. The total losses of the population of all countries of the planet amounted to 50 million people, of which 27 million people were losses in the war of the Soviet people.

Lead 1: Many years have passed since the war ended. Time has leveled the trenches, grain is sprinkled on the fields of former battles, cities and villages destroyed by the Nazis have been rebuilt. The traces of war disappear from the face of the Earth, but its echo still does not subside in human souls.

Lead 2: We have no right to forget the horrors of this war so that it does not happen again! We have no right to forget those soldiers who died in order for us to live now.

Lead 1: We must remember everything. Forgetting the past means betraying the memory of the people who died for the happiness of the Motherland.

Lead 2: To reach you, forty-fifth,
Through hardship, pain and trouble,
The guys left childhood
In the forty-first, distant year.

Song

Lead 1: Terrible forty-first. How he changed the fate of people. Dreams, love, happiness - everything was scorched by the fire of a cruel, bloody war. The serene life gave way to military everyday life.

Lead 2: The war stained childhood with blood and tears, made the lives of many boys and girls short, destroyed the bright dreams of seventeen-year-olds who left childhood for the front right from the prom.

Lead 1 : They wanted to return home, to their native streets, to their cities and villages. They really wanted ... but rushed to the embrasures of enemy machine guns, died under bullets, were martyred in the enemy's rear.

Lead 2: They fought and went to their deaths for their country, for their ideals.

Reader 1:
The boys were leaving - overcoats on their shoulders,
The boys left - they sang songs bravely.
The boys retreated in the dusty steppes,
Boys died where they did not know themselves.

Reader 2:
Boys fell into terrible barracks,
Fierce dogs caught up with the boys,
Boys were killed for escaping on the spot ...
The boys did not sell their conscience and honor.

Lead 1: They did not return from the battlefield ... Young, strong, cheerful ... They dreamed of a hot and pure love, about the bright life on earth. The most honest of the most honest, they turned out to be the bravest of the bravest. They did not hesitate to engage in the fight against fascism.

Lead 2: This is written about them:
They were leaving, your peers
Without clenching your teeth, do not curse fate.
And the path was not short:
From the first battle to the eternal flame ...
May there be silence in the world
But the dead are in the ranks.
The war is not over
For those who fell in battle.

Lead 1: Lost, they were left to live; invisible, they are in the ranks. Those who died, like tens of thousands of their peers, who did so little in life and did so immeasurably much, giving their lives for the Motherland, will always be the conscience of all of us living.

Lead 2: People! As long as hearts are knocking, - Remember!
At what price happiness was won - Please remember!

Lead 1: The years go by. Remain behind a decade. Now only books, photographs, films and monuments remind of the courage and resilience of the Russian people during the Great Patriotic War. But the memories of its direct participants also help to look into the past. In many families, direct participants in military events are alive, we know a lot from the memories of our parents and grandparents. Everyone who went through the war, who returned or did not return - all can be safely called heroes. And Russian soldiers, and officers, and women, and children ...

Lead 2: There is no family in Russia that the Great Patriotic War did not touch. And we cannot afford to forget the real heroes, because we are their descendants. These 1,418 days of the selfless feat of our Russian people have given life to many future generations, let's not forget about that.

song

Lead 1: The act of surrender was signed and entered into force. The war ended, and the whole world sighed with relief: Victory!

Lead 2:
All over the country from end to end
There is no such city, there is no village,
Wherever May Victory Comes
Great ninth!

The song "Victory Day" is being performed

Lead 2: Victory Day is a joyful and bitter holiday. A terrible time of war is behind this holiday. The war, which has become the hardest, tragic test for our Motherland. A war that lasted 4 terrible years, 1418 days and nights.
Lead 1: 4 years of war. 1418 days of unparalleled national feat. 1418 days of devastation, blood and death, pain and bitterness of loss, death of the best sons and daughters.

Lead 2: The war brought our country a lot of grief, troubles, misfortunes. It ravaged tens of thousands of cities and villages, and deprived about 25 million people of homes.

Lead 1: Many soldiers did not return from the battlefields, and remained standing in bronze and granite. In monuments and obelisks, they are forever frozen in their last throw at the enemy's position.

Lead 2: The war deprived hundreds of thousands of children of their fathers and mothers, grandfathers, and older brothers. She claimed more than 27 million human lives.

Lead 1: More than 27 million in 1418 days - that's 14 thousand killed every day, 600 people per hour,
1 person per minute. Every sixth inhabitant of our country died during the war.
If a minute of silence is announced for each of them, the country will remain silent for 38 years. That's what 27 million is.

Lead 2: Fascism has brought innumerable sacrifices to the peoples of the earth. Every European country has its own village and city of pain and tears. They blame fascism.

Lead 1: Fascism is blamed on the gas chambers of the death camps. Prisoners of Buchenwald, Dachau, Auschwitz, the dead of Babi Yar, and the residents of the Belarusian village of Khatyn burnt alive are crying out for retribution.

Reader 1:
Everything is remembered, nothing is forgotten,
Everything is remembered, no one is forgotten
Day and night in a granite bowl
The holy flame burns with trepidation.

Reader 2:
The flame burns day and night
And illuminates the globe of the earth,
Our memory does not subside
About those who were killed by the war.

Reader 3:
Dozens 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 victims.

Reader 4:
The memory of generations is inextinguishable
And the memory of those whom we so sacredly honor,
Come on people, let's get up for a moment
And in sorrow we will stand and be silent.

Lead 1: Stand up! And let your silence be the most formidable protest against the war!

Lead 2: Stand up! And the voices of the dead will sound in your souls - and this will be our prayer!

Lead 1: Stand up! Perhaps then the world will spill at least one drop of blood less!

The metronome sounds, there is a minute of silence

Reader 1:

The war has passed, the suffering has passed,
But pain calls out to people:
Come on people, never
Let's not forget about this.

Reader 2:
May the memory of her be true
They store about this flour,
And the children of today's children
And our grandchildren, grandchildren.

Reader 3:
Let in everything that life is full,
In everything that is sweet to the heart
We will be given a memo
About what was in the world.

Reader 4:
Then, to forget it
Generations did not dare.
Then, to make us happier,
And happiness is not forgotten!

Reader 1:
There is a tiny dot in this huge, crazy world - we!

Reader 2:

We are the generation that calls itself the future!

Reader 3:
We are the generation that has witnessed the birth of the 21st century!

Reader 4:
We are the generation for which millions of our grandfathers and great-grandfathers gave their lives!

Reader 5:
We are the future defenders of the Fatherland, we remember the price of the Great Victory!

Lead 1:
The memory of the fallen is timeless. She warns, alarms us! We recall the past war again and again not because we yearn for revenge for the past, but because we are worried about the future.

Reader 1:

We have been quietly dreaming for many years
And you - both privates and generals -
Unfairly little remains
Comrades, participants in the war.

Reader 2:

Until silence is enough for us
While the outposts are alarmingly glowing -
We will live according to your charter
Comrades, participants in the war.

Reader 3:
We remember honoring with a low bow
All who did not survive the war,
And those who have gone to the obelisks
And those who have no graves at all.

Reader 4:

Dozens 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 victims.

Reader 5:
We, who have survived to these days,
The memory of the past will not die:
While we honor the victims for the Motherland,
Until then, our people are immortal!
Lead 2: An interesting tradition has appeared in our time. On the eve of the Victory Day holiday, people are tying a St. George's ribbon on their clothes as a sign of respect, memory and solidarity with the heroic Russian soldiers who defended the freedom of our country in the distant 40s. The black color of the tape means smoke, and the orange color means flame.

Lead 1: The action was invented for the 60th anniversary of the VictoryNatalia Loseva- Employee of the RIA Novosti news agency. According to the terms of the promotion, the ribbon must be attached to the lapel of the clothes, tied to the hand, to the bag or to the antenna of the car. Thus, we will pay tribute to the memory of those who fell on the battlefield, express our respect for the veterans, gratitude to the people who gave everything for the front.

Lead 2: Alas, the "Brown Plague" of fascism has not remained in the past. It seeps into the present, poisoning the minds and souls of citizens and, above all, the youth and adolescents of Ukraine with its poison. What sprouts such crops can give is clear to everyone. A year ago, a festive parade was held in Kiev, but just recently it became known that at the end of April there was an SS parade, and the sacred Victory Day on May 9 will no longer be a day off and will be called the holiday of the victory of the Bolshevik invaders.

Lead 1: In the year of the 69th anniversary of the victory over fascism in Ukraine, the territory most affected by it, modern fascists continue their activities with might and main. And they take out their impotent hatred for our great holiday on unarmed people, old people who gave them a future, and especially on this little ribbon. So let us also take part in the action "St. George's Ribbon" as a sign of opposition to fascism and contempt for it.

Lead 2: And now, according to our old tradition, we will lay commemorative garlands at the Mass grave and at the monument to the Grieving Mother.

The script for the May 9 holiday was prepared by: Nikolaeva Natalia Nikolaevna, deputy director for BP, Filippova Svetlana Vladimirovna, head of the school military-patriotic museum "Poisk", MOU "Basic secondary school No. 1 named after Babakina G.O. " Novocheboksarsk, Chuvash Republic, email: [email protected]

Part 1

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 Nazi 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 judge about trenches and trenches only from movies 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 recording sounds "Victory Day", children are building, as if forming an alley, in the hands of all flowers. Several children are led along the "alley" of veterans, holding their hands, brought to places of honor for guests, invited to sit down, children give flowers to veterans. The music stops, the children stand freely throughout the hall.

Child Reader

This day is special, welcome. The sun shines brightly above. Victory Day - a long-awaited holiday It is celebrated in our country.

Party host

But he is especially dear to veterans, Tears of joy and pain in their eyes. There is no way to heal mental wounds And the flowers tremble in their hands.

The song "We are the heirs of Victory" is being performed.

Child Reader

Wear your orders! They are to you for Victory, For your honest wounds, wear orders! Sunrises glimmer in them, That you defended in the trenches of that war. Wear orders both on holidays and on weekdays, On tunics and fashionable jackets, Wear orders so that people can see you, you who endured the war on their own shoulders.

Children sit on chairs.

Leading

Let history turn back its legendary pages. And memory, flying through the years, Leads again to campaigns and battles.

The recording of the song "Do not think of the seconds from above" from the book "Seventeen Moments of Spring" is played.

From a glorious date May 9 In 1945, a lot of time has passed, but we know and remember the name of the winner - the people, many of whose sons and daughters gave their lives for their great land.

Today will be a day of remembrance And in the heart is cramped from high words. Today will be the day of reminders of the heroism and valor of the fathers.

The recording "Holy War" is played

Child-reader (boy)

Having violated peaceful life, suddenly, without declaring war, Nazi Germany attacked our country on June 22, 1941.

Child-reader (girl)

Sad willows bent to the pond, The moon floats over the river, There, at the border, stood at the post At night a young soldier. Black shadows in the fog grew, The cloud in the sky is dark, The first shell exploded in the distance - So the war began.

Staging. Children are accommodated throughout the hall (signalman, nurse, sailor, pilot, machine gunner).

Communication 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 it will heal for sure.

Sailor (looking through binoculars):

On the horizon is an airplane, On 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 clear, the enemy will not leave us.

Submachine gunner:

So I climbed into the attic. Perhaps there is an enemy here. We clean the house behind the house, we will find the enemy everywhere.

The participants in the performance return to their seats.

Leading

Woman and war ... Both of these words are feminine, but how incompatible they are ... Woman and war ... A woman comes to the world to light a candle.

Young women and educators are coming out in military uniform.

A woman comes to the world to protect the hearth

A woman comes to the world to be loved.

A woman comes into the world to give birth to a child.

A woman comes to the world to bloom flowers.

A woman comes to the world to save the world.

Leading

Women of the formidable forties had a chance to save the world.

They sit down by the fire, next to the dugout.

We all had one desire: only to the front! We went to the military registration and enlistment office, and they told us: “Grow up, girls, it's too early for you to go to the front” ... We were 16 years old, but I achieved my goal, they took me.

Mom then guarded the station for several days when they took us. I saw how we were already going to the train, handed me some food and fainted.

They lined us up in height, I'm the smallest. The commander walks and looks. Comes up to me “What is this Thumbelina? What are you going to do at the front? Maybe you will come back to your mom and grow up? " And my mother was no longer there.

And I took with me to the front my favorite skirt, two pairs of socks and shoes, elegant, with heels ... And I also took perfume ... I thought I was going for a little while, the war would end soon.

Leading

Each of them had their own way to the front, but the goal was the same - to defend the Motherland.

The girls are singing the song "Eh, roads" by the fire.

Leading

Women of the thundering war ... It is difficult to find words worthy of the feat that they have accomplished. Their fate cannot be measured by the usual measure, and they will live forever - in the grateful memory of the people, in the flowers, the spring radiance of the birches, in the first steps of children on the land they defended.

Stories-memories of female veterans.

Leading

Accept, women, praise ...

Everyone leaned on in a difficult hour

On your arms, on your shoulders -

And they won! And without you

And there was nothing to fight with.

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

1st letter:

Years froze on the pages.

He will always be twenty-two.

"Mom, I'm healthy and alive ..."

And in the morning the last battle.

Child Reader 1

My brothers and sisters are relatives,

Tomorrow I'm going to fight again

For my Fatherland, for Russia,

That she was in dire trouble.

I will gather my courage, strength,

I will beat the Germans without pity,

So that nothing threatens you,

So that you can learn and live.

Pass the cap with letters to each other.

Child Reader 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 the rivulet in the field,

I remember you again and again.

Father of one of the children

I'm sorry that the letter

Hurrying, breaking away, casually

I write like a boy diary

And as a navigator - a magazine.

Here it starts again ... Do you hear?

With third speed rushes

Fire stuffed metal ...

Teacher girl

I saw my comrades die. And today the battalion commander told the story of how one general was killed, 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 west.

Father of another child

It's midnight outside, the candle is burning out,

Tall stars are visible.

You are writing a letter my dear

To the blazing address of the war.

How long have you been writing it dear

Graduate and start again.

But I'm sure: to the leading edge

Such love will break through.

For a long time we are from home

The lights of our rooms are not visible behind the smoke of war,

But the one who is loved, but the one who is remembered

As at home and in the smoke of war.

Warmer at the front from affectionate letters.

Reading, behind every line

You see your beloved and hear your homeland,

We'll be back soon, I know, I believe

And this time will come.

Sadness and separation will remain outside the door

And only joy will enter the house.

And one evening with you

Shoulder to shoulder

We will sit down and letters like the chronicle of the battle,

As a chronicle of feelings, let's reread.

Everyone from the dugout returns to their places.

The presenter addresses the children

Tell me, children, how many of you remember the poem about the flag?

Child

A flag is burning in the sun, as if I had lit it.

Leading

What flag can we say that it burns like a light? What can blue remind you of? White color? (children answer). The word "flag" has a word that is similar in meaning. Who knows what word can be used instead of the word "flag"? (banner). The word "flag" appeared in Russia during the time of Peter the Great. The word "banner" is much older. It is solemn, and the banner is necessarily large. The flag may be small, but the flag may not. Warriors fought under the banners in battle. It happened that people gave their lives only to save the banner, not to allow enemies to capture it. In a battle, hoisting a banner over an enemy camp meant victory.

The presenter pays attention to the photograph.

Look at this photo, it is called "Banner over the Reichstag". What's going on, what moment did the photographer capture?

Children tell:

(Two soldiers climb the building to hoist a red banner over it. These are the soldiers of our army who fought against the fascists. The fascists captured many countries, they killed people, burned cities and villages. But our army defeated the fascists, liberated our native land and other countries, including Germany.During the battle, in Berlin, two of our soldiers managed to climb onto the roof of the Reichstag and set up a red flag there.The red flag at that time was a symbol of our state, and when the red banner was hoisted over the Reichstag, it meant the victory of our countries in the Great Patriotic War).

Party host

The red stripe on our national flag reminds us of this banner of Victory, of the people who died in the war against the Nazis.

Child Reader

And now at the walls of the Reichstag

The fierce battle is in full swing

Soviet soldiers courage

The last fight will win.

And over the fascist capital,

Piercing through the blue

Like a messenger of glory, a free bird,

The banner of victory was raised.

Leading

The road to victory was very long, 1418 days and nights. And now our people are celebrating (...) the anniversary of the victory over Nazi Germany.

When it will be, I don't know.

In the shade of white birch trees

Victory on May 9

Celebrate people without tears ...

Victory marches will rise

Army pipes of the country

And the marshal will go to the army,

Who has not seen this war.

Everyone is singing the song "Victory Day".

Host of a festive concert

But Victory is not only joy, but also sorrow. It has been calculated that out of every hundred who fought, only three survived. Look once again at the faces of those who went to war (photos). The faces are simple and soulful, youthful and sophisticated for years, with a clear look. A heroic generation of winners. Every day, think about it, the day of remembrance is 1418 days. On hundreds of monuments and obelisks you will not see names, only the number of those buried. They fell for the freedom and independence of our Motherland.

Yes, time is inexorably moving forward, but at the same time it has no power over the memory of the people.

Memory Tape.

Those who have fought with their loved ones go out with the children, attach a photo to the tape, briefly talk about who it is, and light a candle.

Leading

The days of the coming spring are no longer given to them.

Stand up for a minute, comrades,

In memory of all those who did not come from the war.

A minute of silence.

Don't forget the bloody sunsets

When the native land was in ruins.

And how soldiers fell to the ground

Killed ... Alive, don't forget!

The song "Cranes" is performed to the accompaniment of a guitar.

Part 2 Musical card for veterans.

Girl

Today we dedicate a musical postcard to our dear guests,

let it be our children's gift to you.

Boy

We will dance cheerfully for you, we will present flowers,

We will tell our poems and sing songs.

The song "Muscovites" is being performed.

Boy

As if saying goodbye and grieving

In anticipation of those sad losses

Autumn birch groves

An innumerable army went to the parade.

Girl

And nodding chilly branches, the birches will quietly hum the same thing: - Native, good-bye, you will be happy to all come back.

Dance "War Waltz".

Girl

A young boy went to war

Stocky and strong and broad-shouldered.

And he sang "Ogonyok" goodbye

And our dashing accordion player played.

The song "Ogonyok".

Child Reader

The sun of the beloved homeland illuminates everything around

And the white-winged dove of peace takes off from our hands -

You fly, fly around the world, our dove, from edge to edge,

Give the word of peace and greetings to all peoples.

The heroes defended the world, we swore to remember them,

Flying in the blue distance to the obelisk, descend.

To prevent explosions from covering the sky with a black veil,

Our white-winged dove, fly around the entire globe.

Dance with "pigeons".

The boy takes out the bench, accordion.

Child Reader

From the first days of the bitter year,

In the difficult hour of the native land

Not joking, Vasily Terkin,

We made friends with you.

We will not explode, so we will break through

Let us be alive - we will not die.

The time will come - we will return back,

What we gave - we will return everything.

Staging "Vasily Terkin".

Question from the audience:

Terkin - who is he?

1st child

Let's face it:

Just a guy by himself

He's ordinary.

The girl approaches the first boy.

On the front road

Belted, as in the ranks,

There was a fighter in a new greatcoat,

I was catching up with my infantry regiment

His first company.

A boy comes out - Vasily Terkin

The wind is sharp in the open

Ash frost near iron,

Blowing into the soul, entering the chest -

Don't touch it somehow.

Here's the trouble: in the entire column

There is no accordion overwhelming,

And frost - neither stand nor sit ...

He took off his gloves, rubs his palms,

He hears suddenly: - There is a harmony.

The fighter just took a three-row (takes an accordion),

It is immediately evident - the accordion player.

For the beginning, for order

He threw his fingers up and down.

And from that old accordion,

That was left an orphan

Somehow suddenly it became warmer

On the front road.

Warm up, knock

Everyone goes to the accordion player.

Surround

Stop, brothers,

Blow on your hands.

Girl

Frozen guy fingers

We need an ambulance.

1st boy

You know, throw up those waltzes.

Give me that one.

Girl

And he went, went to work,

Stepping and threatening

Yes, how he thinks up something,

Which cannot be said.

1st child (dancing)

Eh, it's a pity that there is no knock,

Eh, friend, if only there was a knock,

If only suddenly - a paved circle!

If only boots were discarded,

Shoe on a heel

Print so that immediately

To that heel - a skiff!

Girl

And the accordion is calling somewhere,

Far, easily leads ...

No, what are you guys,

Amazing people.

1st boy

And again ridges, hillocks,

Snow and trees on both sides ...

It was, of course, him.

Girl

Eh, my shoes, socks are stitched

I didn't want to go out, they jumped out themselves.

Boy

Not hands - wings spread

And from under your feet - fire, fire.

Can we imagine the Russians

Without Russian dance to the accordion?

It is our character: explosion and storm,

Kohl rolled up - make way.

And there was once, seething with courage,

Those days aren't that far away

You are in the square, in the square near the Reichstag

They drove dashing heels.

Russian dance "Canary".

Girl

What a miracle - the earth in the bright colors of spring,

If the birds are singing, the war is not heard.

Boy

What a miracle the earth is - both sunset and dawn,

And the smile of friends, and a smile in return.

And in the fields of gold, and in the young forest

All children

You are beautiful, earth, human home.

Exercise with balls "We were born into the world".

Leading

I'm not worrying in vain

So that that war is not forgotten,

After all, this memory is our conscience

We need it as strength.

All the participants in the evening go out into the street, where the dugout is arranged, sit down, and the third part of the "Song of the War Years" begins. Songs of the war years isp. to the accompaniment of a button accordion.

Leading a school holiday

The song of the war years ... Together with the Motherland, she joined the soldier's formation from the first days of the war and walked along the dusty and smoky roads of the war until its victorious end. The song shared with the warriors both sorrows and joys, encouraged them with a cheerful and mischievous joke, saddened with them about the relatives and loved ones left behind. The song helped to endure hunger and cold, in the name of Victory. She helped the people to endure and win. And it helped! And we won!

1 "In the dugout", 2. " Eh, roads ", 3." Dark night "

Leading the holiday at school

Years have passed, the country has healed war wounds, but the songs of the war years sound today, shaking hearts. They have not aged at all, they are still in service today. How many of them are ... beautiful and unforgettable. And each has its own story, its own destiny.

4. "Evening on the road", 5 "Blue handkerchief", 6 "Katyusha"

Regimental kitchen.

Leading

On the road rumbling

The regimental kitchen is on its way.

A chef in a white cap,

With a ladle in hand.