They defended their homeland literary evening. Scenario Festival of Patriotic Songs “They defended the Motherland. Clip came the order

Scenario of literary and musical composition
“Russia is my homeland”

(Behind the scenes ) Russia - how much has merged in this sound for the Russian heart,
How much echoed in it!

Fanfare

1 led. My friend! What could be more priceless than your native land?

The sun seems brighter there
The golden spring is more joyful there,
Cooler than the summer breeze,
The flowers are more fragrant, the hills are greener,
There the stream gurgles more voluptuously,
There the nightingale sings louder
3 ved.Everything there can delight us.
Everything is beautiful there, everything is nice there,
There the days fly by like lightning,
There is no sad melancholy in the soul.
Our happiness lives there
Just enjoy life there.

Block "Russia" Sergeeva, Korotin

You are extraordinary even in your dreams.

I won't touch your clothes.

And in secret - you will rest, Rus'.

Rus' is surrounded by rivers

And surrounded by wilds,

With swamps and cranes,

And with the dull gaze of a sorcerer,

Where are the diverse peoples

From edge to edge, from valley to valley

They lead night dances

Under the glow of burning villages.

Where are the sorcerers and sorcerers?

The grains in the fields are enchanting,

And the witches are having fun with the devils

In road snow pillars.

Where the blizzard sweeps violently

Up to the roof - fragile housing,

And the girl on the evil friend

It sharpens the blade under the snow.

Where are all the paths and all the crossroads

Exhausted with a living stick,

And a whirlwind whistling in the bare twigs,

Sings old legends...

So - I found out in my slumber

Country of birth poverty,

And in the scraps of her rags

I hide my nakedness from my soul.

The path is sad, night

I trampled to the graveyard,

And there, spending the night in the cemetery,

He sang songs for a long time.

And I didn’t understand, I didn’t measure,

To whom did I dedicate the songs?

What kind of God did I passionately believe in?

What kind of girl did you love?

I rocked a living soul,

Rus', in its vastness, you,

And so, she did not stain

Initial purity.

I doze - and behind the doze there is a secret,

And Rus' rests in secret,

She is extraordinary in dreams too.

I won't touch her clothes.

Song about Russia (ans.7-8)

1What is Russia? What is love for Russia? What does it mean to be Russian?

2. This means loving and protecting your land. To love her in sorrow and in joy, in poverty and in wealth. How many dramatic events our people have experienced!

1Whoever tried to capture and destroy us. Russia went through the Mongol-Tatar invasion and the Polish-Lithuanian intervention, and fascism did not spare it.

2But like a phoenix, she rose from the ruins of ashes and ruins, and only the golden crowns of her domes sparkled brighter and the character of the Russians became stronger.

War does not have a woman’s face...Movies have been made about this, songs have been sung, B. Vasilyev’s story is about this...And the dawns here are quiet

“Why is it like this in Russia”...

HISTORY OF STATE

2 ved. The history of the Russian state has absorbed the history of many countries and peoples.

1 led. The face of Russia is in state symbols.
Unfading symbols of Russia! They contain the principles of government, national ideals and aspirations. All this is embodied in the state flag, coat of arms and anthem.
3 ved. The symbols of Russia are the double-headed eagle and the tricolor flag. The semantic basis of the coat of arms is a golden double-headed eagle on a red heraldic shield. This is a sign of a state that unites vast expanses of Europe and Asia under its wings.
2 ved. The three colors of the flag in Rus' have always been given symbolic meaning: white - nobility, blue - fidelity and chastity, red - courage and love.
1 led. Each state necessarily has its own anthem, which is respected by all people, before which other powers and peoples bow their heads.

(FOREIGNERS)

Russia is a hospitable country. Thousands of people from all over the world travel to Russia to get acquainted with the unique culture of our country and feel Russian hospitality. And today tourists from Britain stopped by our meeting.

FAMILY

Russia is friendly families...

Speech by the Timoshin family.

Russia did not begin with a sword,

It began with a scythe and a plow.

Not because the blood is not hot,

But because the Russian shoulder

Never in my life has anger touched...!

And if the darkness of the Teutons or Batu

We found the end in my homeland,

That is today's proud Russia

A hundred times more beautiful and stronger!

And in a fight with the fiercest war

She even managed to overcome hell.

The guarantee of this is the hero cities

In the fireworks on a festive night!

And my country is forever so strong,

That she never humiliated anyone.

After all, kindness is stronger than war,

How selflessness is more effective than a sting.

The dawn rises, bright and hot.

And it will be so forever and indestructibly.

Russia did not begin with a sword,

And that’s why she’s invincible!

And what Russian doesn’t like driving fast? Is it his soul, striving to get dizzy, to go on a spree, to sometimes say: “damn it all!” - Is it his soul not to love her? Isn’t it possible to love her when you hear something enthusiastically wonderful in her? It seems that an unknown force has taken you on its wing, and you are flying, and everything is flying: miles are flying, merchants are flying towards you on the beams of their wagons, a forest is flying on both sides with dark formations of spruces and pines, with a clumsy knock and the cry of a crow, it flies the whole road goes to God knows where into the disappearing distance, and something terrible is contained in this quick flickering, where the disappearing object does not have time to appear - only the sky above your head, and the light clouds, and the rushing month alone seem motionless. Eh, three! bird three, who invented you? to know, you could only have been born among a lively people, in that land that does not like to joke, but has spread out evenly across half the world, and go count the miles until it hits you in the eyes. And not a cunning, it seems, road projectile, not grabbed by an iron screw, but hastily equipped and assembled alive with one ax and a hammer by an efficient Yaroslavl man. The driver is not wearing German boots: he has a beard and mittens, and sits on God knows what; but he stood up, swung, and began to sing - the horses like a whirlwind, the spokes in the wheels mixed into one smooth circle, only the road trembled, and a pedestrian who stopped screamed in fear - and there she rushed, rushed, rushed!.. And there you can already see in the distance, like something is gathering dust and drilling into the air.

Aren’t you, Rus, like a brisk, unstoppable troika, rushing along? The road beneath you smokes, the bridges rattle, everything falls behind and is left behind. The contemplator, amazed by God's miracle, stopped: was this lightning thrown from the sky? What does this terrifying movement mean? and what kind of unknown power is contained in these horses, unknown to the light? Oh, horses, horses, what kind of horses! Are there whirlwinds in your manes? Is there a sensitive ear burning in every vein of yours? They heard a familiar song from above, together and at once tensed their copper breasts and, almost without touching the ground with their hooves, turned into just elongated lines flying through the air, and all inspired by God rushes!.. Rus', where are you rushing? Give an answer. Doesn't give an answer. The bell rings with a wonderful ringing; The air, torn into pieces, thunders and becomes the wind; everything that is on earth flies past, and, looking askance, other peoples and states step aside and give way to it.

Reader: Soldier! You are performing an honorable service!
And on a holiday you proudly stand in line.
Yes, soldier's service is sometimes not easy,
But love for the fatherland is hot and deep!
We want to wish you this holiday,
May you be lucky and invincible!
Let your commanders be proud of you!
And thank you for protecting our peace!

Host: February 23 is the holiday of those who wear shoulder straps, those who once wore them or will wear them in the future. Of course, this is a national holiday, because in Russia there is simply no family that is not touched by this holiday.
Each holiday has its own face. Our holiday has the face of a warrior, a defender of the fatherland.
This holiday had different names over the years. From history we remember that the holiday began with the battle of Narva and Pskov in February 1918, in which the soldiers of the young Soviet Republic worthily resisted the German troops. In honor of that battle, February 23 became a holiday, which was first called Red Army Day, then Soviet Army and Navy Day, and finally Defender of the Fatherland Day.
Today we want to congratulate living warriors and honor the memory of heroes of past battles.

Reader: Let history turn back
Their legendary pages
And the memory, flying through the years,
He will restore our memorable days.

Presenter: Our generation did not participate in the Great Patriotic War, but
we know and remember about it from the stories of front-line soldiers, from books and
movies. The bitterness of the first retreats, suffering under oppression
occupation, blockade famine, sticky bread of evacuation in half with wormwood
and swan, the rustle of funerals in the hands of our grandmothers, mortal fear
lose food cards hidden in a canvas bag on
neck - all this was the harsh elementary school of our generation
parents.

Presenter: The war destroyed by hunger, cold, poverty, and at the same time the war
exalted with a sense of involvement in history, a sense of ourselves
as part of a great people, part of the Soviet Army, in its quest
to victory.

Reader: And at the age of seventeen
I joined the soldier's ranks...
All overcoats are gray,
Everyone has the same cut.
All comrades are soldiers
Both in the company and in the regiment -
Gas mask and machine gun,
Yes, the flask is on the side.
I thought I couldn't resist
What I can't bear
That I'll get lost in the ranks,
Like a tree in the forest.
It rains endlessly,
And the whole earth is in mud,
And you, soldier, get up, go,
Crawl on your stomach.
Go in the heat, go in the snowstorm
Well, not up to the task?..
There is no word “can’t” here
And even worse - “I don’t want to.”
Blizzard, frost, frost,
The wind blows, as luck would have it, -
The soldiers are cold apart,
And together - warmth.
And I walk and I sing
And I carry a machine gun,
And I feel in order,
Like a tree in the forest.

Host: Commemorating the war years certainly includes
thinking about the boundaries of life in general. By analyzing the past, we want to warn the future about it.
Wars fade into history, but do not disappear from history. Memory continues its long journey.

Performance of the song “Cranes”.



They are still from those distant times
They fly and give us voices.
Isn’t that why it’s so often and sad
We fall silent, looking at the heavens.
A tired wedge flies, flies across the sky,
Flying in the fog at the end of the day,
And in that order there is a small gap,
Maybe this is the place for me.
The day will come, and with a flock of cranes
I will swim in the same gray haze,
Calling from under the sky like a bird
All of you whom I left on earth...
Sometimes it seems to me that the soldiers
Those who did not come from the bloody fields,
They once did not die in our land,
And turned into white cranes.
Presenter: It just so happened that the Russian soldier defended not only his homeland,
but also to help fraternal peoples. And it was called “executing
international debt."

Presenter: They are called “Afghans”. Russian guys, now
mature men, they performed an international duty. Today
We will not discuss what that war was like. Let's leave that to the historians.
One thing is clear: they carried out orders, and military people do not have orders.
are being discussed.
The guys who returned from there had their souls crippled and naked.
The boys who have been in battles have matured not only physically, but also
first of all morally.

Host: I often think about people who accomplished a feat and died at the same time.
Here is a young Soviet soldier, internationalist Nikolai Chepik. He
saved the lives of those whom he protected at the cost of his own life.

Presenter: The battle began at dawn and took place in the blue morning darkness.
The snow-covered stone ridge was Nicholas's last front line
Chepika. He saw how a large group of dushmans was already approaching
him from all sides. The living ring of the brutalized dead was shrinking
more and more densely, and now one, and then a second bullet pierced his legs. Bullets
whistled over the heads of his friends, soldiers, compatriots, and
soldiers further away were the doomed, defenseless against
mercenaries were the inhabitants of a tiny settlement in which the dukans were smoldering.
Nikolai made a decision: to cover with himself, with his life, everyone who
was behind him. He knew that he himself would die. But at the last moment
a deafening explosion swept over the ground, and thirty shooting
the dead were killed completely, and the rest turned into
escape…
The last thing he could see, falling on the dirty, bloody snow,
there were the peaks of the Hindu Kush, and under it a huge, all the way to the Motherland,
brightening sky.

Reader: Helicopters are circling over the mountains, clinging to the peaks,
Somewhere the last explosions echoed in the distance
Only occasionally at night will machine guns explode the silence
Checking to see if we are all alive?
We had to travel a lot along Afghan roads
We were shaking in armored personnel carriers, the sky served as a tent for us
And for a long time above the stars it became a firm law for us -
Do not look for sweet life on earth.

Performing the song “Beyond the Fogs.”
Blue sea, only the sea astern.
Blue sea and a long way home


There, behind the fogs, eternally drunk,
There, behind the fogs, is our native shore.
The waves whisper and sigh and call,
But they won't understand, they won't understand
There, behind the fogs, eternally drunk,

There, behind the fogs, eternally drunk,
There, behind the fogs, they love us and are waiting for us.

Reader: A soldier of war does not choose -
He is loyal to duty and country,
Which plunges him
Now into blood, now into glory that sparkles,
On the slopes in memorable Chechnya.

Presenter: Chechnya. Another pain. The pain of wounded bodies. Mothers' pain is not
waiting for their sons.

Reader: "Mother's Hope."

Host: Nikolai did not answer. To go to the rear means to invite fire on yourself. But also
Volodya is right. Perhaps this is the surest chance to hold out until approach
reinforcements
- Well, why are you silent, brother? - Vladimir touched his hand - Decide,
commander.
Nikolai was in no hurry to answer. It's easier to do this yourself, but he
it is forbidden. He should stay here at the BMP. How can you decide to send
such a risk of a sibling?
- What if they kill you? – he asked Vladimir. - How will I get home?
Shall I look my mother in the eyes?
“They won’t kill,” Vladimir decisively and confidently dismissed doubts and
fell silent.

Presenter: - So I’ll go? – he persistently asked his brother.
“Go,” he responded quietly.
They won't see each other again...

Reader: “Memory of a friend.”

Two friends served in a distant land,
They have been in battle more than once.
Somehow they had to go on reconnaissance
In the mountains to find a path for the column.
And there, friends stumbled upon an ambush
There is no way they can leave without a fight.
And the young soldiers took the fight,
They shot enemies and threw grenades.
The boy, one of his friends, was wounded:
- Hold on, brother! Hang in there, Andrey!
- There’s no way I can go, Seryoga.
Save yourself, leave quickly...
And Sergei sees that his friend has no strength:
- you said that your friend was waiting for you,
That there is a mother, a father and a little sister,
But I don’t know my relatives at all.
I grew up in an orphanage, I'm the only one in the world,
Neither my mother nor my children will cry for me.
“Don’t you dare,” his friend whispers quietly in response...
But the light in the guy’s eyes is already fading.
And Seryoga took that fight upon himself
Keeping friendship and faith in your heart.
He died as a man in an unequal battle,
For honor, for freedom, for your friendship...
Since then, three years have passed, flown by,
The boy walks timidly along the path.
- Well, why are you walking so quietly, Seryozhka?
You see, our mother is already looking out the window.
Andrey took his son in his arms with a smile:
- Let's go, brother, with you quickly.

Reader: We bury our loved ones, but no matter how long
The loss was not immeasurable.
We are given a distraction from grief
For our fun things to do.
Joy and pride return
Mourning falls off the face -
Only Chechen tart bitterness
Slowly leaves the heart.
We cannot incarnate in the departed,
Bring back the faded light to them.
And a minute of silence lasts
In those who took out the lucky ticket.

Presenter: In memory of those who died in the Great Patriotic War, as well as
all those killed in the Chechen war, the Afghan war and other hot
points, a minute of silence is announced and a candle of memory is lit.

Presenter: It’s hard to talk about war, but we have no right to forget about it. About those,
who did not return, and about those who returned with a crippled soul. And we
We hope and wish that the dark and dark days never return,
so that for wives and mothers they do not repeat themselves, but remain in the past
painful days and nights of waiting for anxiety.

Performing the song “Call me softly by name.”
Call me quietly by name
Give me spring water to drink.
Will the boundless heart respond?
Unspeakable, stupid, tender.
Sleepless twilight comes again,
They will cover my window panes again,
There lilacs and currants nod -
Call me quiet Motherland.
Call me at sunset

Call me at sunset
Call me, my sadness, call me

Presenter: Today we want sincere words of gratitude and appreciation
addressed to all soldiers and officers who serve in the ranks today
Russian Army. To those who defended, are defending, will defend all
our state.

Reader: For the difficult military science
The courage of your heart is needed,
The hand of tireless youth,
And inquisitive thoughts depth.
Give these riches to the country,
Be brave, persistent, courageous!
In no battles to victory
The path has not been and will not be easy.
You must shoot accurately from the cannons,
Know both a machine gun and a machine gun
The tank must also be obedient to you,
And the plane is in control in the sky.
Hold it skillfully in young hands
Ballistic missile remote control,
There is no limit to the art of war
It is the source of future victories.

Music from the movie "Officers" is playing.

Literary and musical evening

“Russia is my Motherland”

I love you, my Russia,

For the clear light of your eyes,

For the mind, for the holy deeds,

I love you, I understand you deeply

Steppe away the brooding sadness,

I love everything that is called

In one broad word, Rus'.

With such heartfelt words from a poem by S. Vasiliev, performed by Anastasia Chmutova, a literary and musical evening dedicated to Russia Day, which was held at the Spiritual and Educational Center on the basis of the Lomov Model Rural Library, began.

What could be sweeter, more priceless than your native land? Here, it seems, the sun shines brighter, the summer breeze is cooler, the flowers are more fragrant, and the hills are greener. An exhibition of drawings by Lomov children about their homeland, prepared by the library especially for the event, became a clear confirmation of this axiom.

A keen desire to know Russia and the Russian soul has always been and remains characteristic of Russian people. What is Russia? What is love for Russia? What does it mean to be Russian? The hosts of the evening, Seminog O.V., suggested thinking about these questions. and Solgalova T.A.

And, as if finding answers to these questions, the event participants read poems about the Motherland, about love for Russia, about how important it is to protect and appreciate what our ancestors worked so hard to preserve for us.

Heartfelt songs about Russia performed by Ukrainian Ksyusha, Gorodova Katya, Chmutova Nastya, Trapeznikova Nastya, Naydenova Katya became a bright decoration of the holiday.

The history of the Russian state has absorbed the history of many countries and peoples. The state of Russia has existed for 1150 years. There were many glorious and sorrowful pages in her life. Whoever tried to capture and destroy Russia. She went through the Mongol-Tatar invasion and the Polish-Lithuanian intervention, and the fascist yoke did not spare her. But like a phoenix, it rose from the ruins and ashes, and only the golden crowns of its domes sparkled brighter and the character of the Russians became stronger.

The rector of the St. Nicholas Church in the village of Lomovo, Father Alexander (Kostyuk), spoke about the importance of the Motherland in the fate of an Orthodox person.

The head of the library, Seminog Olga Vasilyevna, invited the event participants to take a fascinating journey through time, plunging into the world of books on the history of Russia, presented at the book exhibitions “Glorious Milestones of Russian History” and “History Does Not Repeat itself! She teaches lessons!”

The invited guests congratulated those present on the holiday: Lyubov Vasilievna Chepeleva, head teacher of the Lomovskaya Secondary School, and Zoya Arkhipovna Verevskaya, director of the Lomovskaya Model House of Culture.

2012 has been declared the Year of Russian History. And not by chance. This year marks many anniversaries in the history of the country: 1150 years of the birth of Russian statehood, 770 years of the Battle of the Ice, 400 years of the expulsion of Polish invaders from Moscow by the militia led by Minin and Pozharsky, 200 years of the Battle of Borodino. It also happened that the brightest pages in history countries are somehow connected with wars. Russia has learned to hold the shield tightly and raise the sword with a steady hand to protect itself. But still…

Russia did not begin with a sword,
It began with a scythe and a plow,
But because the blood is not hot,
But because the Russian shoulder
I have never been touched by anger in my life.

Seminog Olga,

Head of the Lomovskaya Model Shop

rural library

Literary evening “They Fought for the Motherland”

Goals: introduce works of literature and art about the Great Patriotic War, the life of people at that time; develop the ability to feel, empathize, and listen to others; cultivate a sense of patriotism.

Equipment: an exhibition of books about the war entitled “Memory of the Fiery Years”; presentations; a stand with portraits of writers, poets, composers who wrote about the war; children's drawings on a military theme.

Progress of the event:
I . The soundtrack of the song “Holy War” is playing.

Teacher's opening speech:

So that again on the earthly planet

That war did not happen again

We need our children

They remembered this, just like us.

Presenter (student):
- Today we will mentally transport ourselves to the past of our country. 74 years ago...
June 22, 1941 is remembered by all our people - this is one of the most tragic days in the history of the country.
June 22 was a day off Sunday. Cities and villages were sleeping, young people were walking after graduation parties. The graduates dreamed about their future. There were no signs of trouble. As soon as dawn began to break, the clock showed 4 am...
And suddenly this morning silence was broken by a powerful invasion of military equipment: the rumble of planes, the clanging of tanks, machine-gun fire. An unfamiliar voice sounded.
At dawn, the troops of Nazi Germany treacherously, without warning, attacked our Motherland. The Nazis tried to deprive us of freedom, to seize our lands and cities. The Great Patriotic War began.

II. Student performance. Reading poetry.

And now we will listen to our guys who will talk about the first day of the war.
1 . June…. The sunset is approaching evening,
And the sea overflowed into the white night.
And the sonorous laughter of the guys was heard,
Those who do not know, those who do not know grief.
2. June... We didn’t know then
Walking from school evenings,
That tomorrow will be the first day of the war,
And it will end only on May 45th.
3. It seemed cold to the flowers
And they faded slightly from the dew.
The dawn that walked through the grass and bushes,
We searched through German binoculars.

4. Everything breathed such silence,
It seemed that the whole earth was sleeping
Who knew that between peace and war
Just five minutes left!

III. Students' story.
In order not to end up in fascist slavery, for the sake of saving the Motherland, the people entered into mortal combat with a cruel, insidious and merciless enemy.
The war lasted 4 years. The victory came at a high price. About 30 million Soviet people died. Can you imagine what this means?
This means 25 killed per 2 meters of land, 20 thousand killed daily. This means that every fourth resident of the country died. The Nazis burned and destroyed hundreds of cities, tens of thousands of settlements.
They committed unheard of atrocities. It is difficult to find a home in our country where grief would not come - some have lost a son, some a father or mother, some a sister or brother, some a friend.
Of the wars that Russia endured, this was the most cruel and bloody.
The Nazis not only had a well-equipped and trained army. They had considerable military experience. They marched victoriously through Norway and France, Poland and Belgium, Holland and Denmark. Just as easily and quickly, Hitler and his marshals and generals intended to conquer our country. But here their plan for a lightning war failed miserably.
IV. Stories about the exploits of heroes of the Great Patriotic War.
— Every day of the Great Patriotic War, lived at the front and behind enemy lines, is a feat of boundless courage and fortitude of Soviet people loyal to the Motherland.
1. A story about the feat of Nikolai Gastello.

Gastello Nikolai Frantsevich was born in 1907 in Moscow into a working-class family. In 1932, he was drafted into the Red Army and sent to study at an aviation pilot school in the city of Lugansk.

Since 1938, Gastello served in the 1st Heavy Bomber Regiment. Here he became a flight commander, and a year later, deputy squadron commander.

In 1939, he took part in hostilities in Mongolia against the Japanese Imperial Army, then in Finland and other countries, and received the rank of captain.

Captain Gastello died on the 5th day of the Great Patriotic War.
On June 26, 1941, on one of the first days of the war, Nikolai Gastello performed a truly heroic feat, sending his burning plane into the very thick of enemy vehicles and fuel tanks. Gastello died, but how many fascists and enemy equipment this hero destroyed!

The feat of Gastello and his comrades was repeated by 367 combat crews. The pilot was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union posthumously. Streets in many cities of Russia, Ukraine, Belarus, and Kazakhstan bear the name of the brave pilot. Monuments to N.F. Gastello were erected in Moscow, St. Petersburg, Lugansk, and Ufa. The monument to the brave crew stands on the Minsk-Vilnius highway, where the legendary fiery ram was carried out.

2. A story about the feat of the pioneer hero Lenya Golikov.

Lenya was born in the village of Lukino, Novgorod region, into a working-class family. He was 15 years old when the war began.

Lenya Golikov, together with the adults, joined the partisan detachment from the first days of the war. Together with their friend Mityayka, they began to go on reconnaissance missions. They found out and told the detachment commander where the fascist soldiers were located, where their cannons and machine guns were located.
When the guys went on reconnaissance, they dressed in rags and took old bags. They walked through the villages like beggars, begging for pieces of bread, and they themselves looked with all their eyes, noticing everything: how many soldiers were there, how many cars, guns...

Once, when partisans blew up a German train, one of his senior comrades was wounded. Lyonka, risking his life, carried the wounded man from the battlefield.

For saving a wounded comrade, Lenya Golikov was awarded the medal “For Military Merit.”
But the most extraordinary thing happened to Lyonka on August 13, 1942.

The brave pioneer single-handedly blew up the car where the German general was located. He pursued the fascist for a long time, but still hit the enemy with the last cartridge.

After some time, a radiogram arrived from Moscow, saying that everyone who captured such important documents should be presented with the highest award. In Moscow, of course, they did not know that they were captured by one Lenya Golikov, who was only fourteen years old.
For this feat he was awarded the highest award - the Gold Star medal and the title Hero of the Soviet Union.
The young pioneer hero died the death of the brave on January 24, 1943 in an unequal battle near the village of Ostray Luka.
At the grave of Lenya Golikov, in the village of Ostraya Luka, Dedovichsky district, fishermen of the Novgorod region erected an obelisk, and on the banks of the Pola River a monument was erected to the young hero.
In June 1960, a monument to Lena Golikov was unveiled in Moscow at VDNKh at the entrance to the Young Naturalists and Technicians pavilion. A monument to the young hero was also erected in the city of Novgorod at the expense of the pioneers for the scrap metal they collected.
The name of the brave partisan Lenya Golikov is included in the Book of Honor of the All-Union Pioneer Organization named after. V.I. Lenin.
By decree of the Council of Ministers of the RSFSR, one of the ships of the Soviet fleet was named after Lenya Golikov.

Teacher's word: - The guns thundered, but the muses were not silent... The Great Patriotic War brought to life powerful art.

The Russian writer always had the right to speak on behalf of the people - to say “we”, since in the time of the most difficult trials he was not even with the people - he was part of them. A lot of writers and poets went to the front. Among them are Konstantin Simonov, Alexander Tvardovsky, Mikhail Sholokhov, Bulat Okudzhava, Yulia Drunina, Arkady Gaidar and many others. Many of them did not return from the war, but their contribution to Russian literature is invaluable.

After all, writers and poets explored those aspects of the national character that allowed the Russian soldier to survive shoulder to shoulder with soldiers of other nationalities during the most difficult periods of the war.

At the beginning of the war, the dominant position in literature was occupied by the most mobile and operative genres, which conveyed the most important and sincere words to the people.

This is journalism song, feature article, short story, lyric poem.

V. Stories about the Great Patriotic War.

A story about the feat of Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya.

Zoya Anatolyevna Kosmodemyanskaya was born in 1923 in the village of Osino-Gai in southern Russia. Her grandfather was a priest, her father also studied at a theological seminary. Zoya was a very impressionable, academically gifted girl with a keen sense of justice.

In 1941, she voluntarily joined the reconnaissance and sabotage unit. After 5 days, the girl was transferred to Volokalamsk, not far from Moscow, where she successfully dealt with the mining of the road. Less than 2 weeks later an order came - to destroy and burn to the ground all populated areas in the rear of German troops. One of these objects was the village of Petrishchevo in the Moscow region.

Zoya left for her last mission. She managed to set fire to several houses, but was soon captured by the Germans. Zoya was tortured for a long time and terribly, but she held on with amazing courage. During interrogation, she identified herself as Tanya.

On November 29, 1941, the Nazis hanged Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya. Before her death, the girl shouted in the face of her tormentors: “There are 170 million of us, you can’t outweigh them all!” In 1942, thanks to newspaper essays, the whole country learned about her feat. She became the first woman awarded the title Hero of the Soviet Union during the Great Patriotic War. Zoya was buried at the Novodevichy cemetery in Moscow.

A feature film was made about the feat of Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya in 1944. Monuments to her were erected in Moscow, St. Petersburg, Kyiv, Kharkov, Tambov and other cities.

Poems and stories have been written about her, and there are several hundred streets named after her in the cities and villages of the former Soviet Union. There is such a street in our village.

Let's listen to an excerpt from a story about a young partisan, written by Sergei Alekseev.

Reading an excerpt from S. Alekseev’s story “Zoya”. (Student reads.)

Teacher's word: Another unforgettable work of Sergei Alekseev was his story “Tanya Savicheva”. This is a truly unique diary of a girl who lost her entire family during the siege of Leningrad. It is impossible to read the lines where the girl keeps records of the death of her loved ones from hunger and cold without shuddering and pain. Let's listen to an excerpt from this work.

The student reads the passage.

VI. Poems about war.

Teacher's word: Difficult war years are called hard times of war. It was hard for all our people, but it was even harder for the children. Many of them stood on par with

adults shoulder to shoulder to defend their homeland. They went to the front very young.

Bulat Okudzhava’s poem “Goodbye, boys” is dedicated to them, boys and girls. By sending young men and women to war, the poet seems to be conjuring them to return back, telling them not “farewell,” but “goodbye.”

I suggest listening to an excerpt from this poem.

Girls are reading.

Oh, war, what have you done? mean:

Our yards have become quiet,

Our boys raised their heads

They have matured for the time being

They barely loomed on the threshold

And they went after the soldier...

Goodbye boys! boys,

No, don't hide, be tall

Spare no bullets or grenades

And you don’t spare yourself... And yet

Try to go back.

Reading other poems about the war at the request of students.

VII. Songs about war.

Teacher's word: In the harsh days of the war, beautiful, heart-touching songs, as if on wings, flew around the fronts and rear, helping the Soviet people fight the enemy. In war there are moments of calm when you could rest, let’s imagine that such a moment has come for us, and remember one of the most beloved songs of those years.

(The students rest and sing the song “In the Dugout”).

The student tells about the history of the creation of this song.

The poem from which this song comes came about by accident. This song was immediately accepted by both the hearts of the soldiers and the hearts of those who were waiting for it.

It’s just that the poet Alexei Surkov wrote 16 lines to his wife from the front in 1941 at the end of November.

In February 1942, composer Konstantin Listov came to the editorial office of a front-line newspaper and asked for “something” on which to write a song. Then Surkov remembered the poems he had sent home, rewrote it completely and gave it to Listov.

A week later, the composer appeared at the editorial office, picked up his guitar and sang:

The fire is beating in the small stove,

On the logs the resin is like a tear.

And the accordion sings to me in the dugout

About your smile and eyes.

And the song went on all fronts. People remembered not only the meaning of the poem, but also the heat of the heart, excitement, hope and love put into it.

That is why former front-line soldiers sing about the dugout, without sparing their hearts and without being ashamed of their tears.

One of the most beloved songs during the war was the song “Dark Night”. Let's listen to the story of its creation.

(Against the background of the melody of the song, the student talks about how “Dark Night” was written).

The year the song was created is 1943. The history of its birth is very interesting.

In 1943, while working on the film “Two Soldiers,” director Leonid Lukov was unable to film an episode of a soldier writing a letter. He came up with the idea that the decoration of the stage could be a song conveying the feelings of a fighter at the time of writing a letter to his family.

Together with the composer Nikita Bogoslovsky and the poet Vladimir Agatov, they wrote the song “Dark Night,” which is still beloved today.

Sung by the performer of the role of the main character, Mark Bernes, “Dark Night” will forever remain in the memory of the Soviet people.

The song was released only from the second matrix, since the first matrix suffered from the tears of a factory worker who could not contain her feelings while listening to the song performed by Ivan Kozlovsky.

Another musical masterpiece was “The Ballad of a Soldier.” It was a song for the movie “In Difficult Hours.” The music was written by composer V.P. Solovyov-Sedoy with lyrics by Mikhail Matusovsky.

Let's listen to an excerpt from the song and learn about the history of its creation.

(The soundtrack of the song plays. Then the student talks about the history of this work.)

This song was first performed in the film “In Difficult Hours,” dedicated to the tragic days of 1941 . The film, the script of which was written by the famous film playwright E. Gabrilovich, tells about the fate of ordinary Soviet people who heroically defended Moscow. The music for the film was written by composer V. P. Solovyov-Sedoy. He, together with the poet M. L. Matusovsky, also wrote a song, the melody of which sounds already in the overture to the picture, and then runs throughout the film, until it finally finds words in the finale to sound like a hymn to the soldier’s feat.

The authors called the song “Ballad of a Soldier.” However, as Vasily Pavlovich himself has repeatedly emphasized, this song is not a ballad at all. When he read the script and watched the footage, he realized that the music for the film required an epic song. He wanted it to sound like the measured steps of a soldier - the steps of history: from time immemorial, when it was necessary. its fearless warriors stood up to defend their native land - the soldier of Suvorov, and the soldier of Kutuzov, and the Chapaevite, and private Alexander Matrosov, who covered the embrasure of the enemy bunker with his chest, and Alyosha Skvortsov from the film by Grigory Chukhrai, which was released two years earlier, the name of which is not at all coincidentally coincides with the title of the song. She was written under the impression of this world-famous painting.

“This is the first and only song of mine with Solovyov-Sedy, written to ready-made music, - Mikhail Lvovich Matusovsky commented on the memories of his friend and co-author on many wonderful, popularly known songs. - I really don’t like and am afraid of subtexts. But here I couldn’t resist - such an impression was made on me by the music of the future song, expressive, exciting me to the depths of my soul. Each musical phrase in itself suggested, forced to find the verb corresponding to it: walked, sang, beat. It was the music that dictated the form. And when I “caught” just such a solution that was adequate for her, it became clear to both of us that the song had taken place...”

VII. The final part of the evening.

Teacher's word:IN At the end of our literary evening, we would like to invite you to watch the video clip for the song “Eternal Flame” or “From the Heroes of Bygone Times”. This military-patriotic song was written by poet Evgeniy Agranovich and composer Rafail Khozak for the film “Officers”.

“Eternal Flame” (or “From the Heroes of Bygone Times”) is a military-patriotic song from the movie “Officers”. The song was first performed for the film by Vladimir Zlatoustovsky in 1971. The song is better known by its first line, “From the heroes of bygone times...”. Subsequently, the song was performed by various performers: from Mark Bernes to Sergei Shishkov. In 2008, a video clip was shot for the song, in which the song was performed by Sergei Bezrukov. The first performer of the song, Vladimir Zlatoustovsky, was born on May 24, 1939 in Moscow. Even children at school listen to this song carefully from beginning to end. She has a special secret - each line gives some kind of visual image, as if a real documentary is unfolding in front of you. An amazing song - restrained, stern, “masculine” in a good way.

(A video clip of the song is shown on the screen.)

Teacher's word:

Our evening has come to an end. I would like to hope that no one remained indifferent.

Tell me, guys, what feelings did this unusual lesson evoke? What new and useful things have you learned for yourself? What conclusions can be drawn as a result?

Every day there are fewer and fewer veterans of the Great Patriotic War. And the time will come when there will be no one to tell about those great years, that Great War and that Great Victory. But we will always have books, poems, songs, films with us that will help keep them in our hearts and the hearts of our descendants.

memory of the price of the great victory of a great people.

The war has passed, the trouble has passed.

But pain calls to people.

Come on people, never

Let's not forget about this!

All those present rise to honor the memory of those killed in the Great Patriotic War.

Sections: Extracurricular activities

Prologue.

On the screen are the final frames of the film “Officers”, against which the song “From the Heroes of Bygone Times…” sounds.

Then a young man with a guitar comes on stage, he plucks the strings of the guitar and reads poems by A. Makarevich.

I did not see the war; I was born much later.
I've been through it and read about it since I was a child.
There are so many books about war, where everything seems to be very similar:
There is this and that, but the most important thing is missing.
I don't trust singers on stages decorated with lights,
I doubt it in the cinema - there, in the cinema, it’s somehow very colorful.
For some reason, those who fought seriously don’t like to talk about it:
Maybe because this is not given in words.
Only, do you hear, it sounds, emerges from the walls of Leningrad,
Quietly, quietly sings in you, and in me, and around.
Maybe there’s no need to talk about the war too much and too loudly,
So that the roar of the fanfare does not frighten away, does not kill this sound.

The guitar stops.

I sometimes think that every day we go to school, study, have fun, do something, be sad, have fun. Life seems to us sometimes bright, sometimes dark.

But how often do we find time to remember? Remember those who fought and did not return from the war, remember those who fought for life and were able to survive.

Presenters wearing military caps come up to the stage.

1st presenter.

Memory, call memory for you
In those distant days that passed by,
You revive my dead friends,
And give your living friends back their youth.
Memory, memory, you can, you must
Turn these arrows for a moment,
I don't just want to remember names,
I want to look my friends in the eye.

2nd presenter.

Do you remember, soldier, many springs ago
Was the sky ablaze with sunsets?
You walked through the pain and repeated it like a password,
Like a sacred oath: “Victory.”
Do you remember, soldier, the burnt Reichstag,
A scarlet banner that lit up half the sky?
Do you remember friends?
Visit them for a few days
The victory in Berlin was late.
The world remembers, soldier, many springs ago
Your firm word: “Victory!”

1st presenter. (addressing the 2nd presenter).

Do you remember this day?

2nd presenter. No, I do not remember. I was born in 1990.

1st presenter. And I don't remember. I was born in 1991.

2nd presenter. We no one know war, but ( addressing the audience) we heard about it from our elders, we could not help but hear, because this war came to every home, to every family. The Great Patriotic War…

1st presenter. War…

The song “Oh, roads!..” is playing.

From Brest to Moscow 1000 kilometers, from Moscow to Berlin – 1600. Total 2600 kilometers.

1st presenter. War... This is the fearlessness of the defenders of Brest, this is the 900 days of the siege of Leningrad, this is the oath of Panfilov’s men: “Not a step back, Moscow is behind us!”

2nd presenter. This is the victory at Stalingrad won by fire and blood, this is the feat of the heroes of the Kursk Bulge, this is the storming of Berlin, this is the defeat of the Kwantung Army, this is the memory of the hearts of the entire people.

1st presenter. To forget the past means to betray the memory of the people who died for the happiness of the Motherland.

2nd presenter. Dedicated to the 27 million fallen who did not return from the bloody fields of war.

1st presenter. Dedicated to the glorious veterans of the Great Patriotic War.

2nd presenter. Dedicated to the generation entering life.

Scene 1. “Oh, war, what a vile thing you have done.”

Prom. Girls dance in light dresses, boys in white shirts. 5 pairs Jokes. Laughter. The foxtrot “Rio Rita” (words by Gennady Shpalikov. music by S. Nikitin) or the waltz “Splash of Champagne” sounds.

Boys and girls:

What a morning, what a dawn, I wish our last school night would never end. It’s so good, the birds are already waking up and it’s so warm.
- Everything ends someday, but that’s not bad - after all, real life will follow.
- Oh, guys, just imagine, five years will pass, we will graduate from all the institutes. We'll grow up.
- Maybe someone will get married.
- Yeah, or get married.
- No, that's later. I'll be a geologist and go to the taiga. Romance.
- But I want to be a pilot, a test pilot.
- And I’ll go to become a teacher. Why do we need military professions in peacetime?
- And I’m a doctor, I have basic training.
- And I dream of bringing good to people.
- And I dream of love...
Graduates are waltzing on stage. A young man appears with a camera. Everyone runs up to him and stands to take pictures..

Photographer. Attention! Attention! I'm filming!

Tenth grader. The historical moment, let us remember, was June 21, 1941. School No. 2 in Blagoveshchensk, our 10th “A”.

Tenth grader. There are 35 of us.

Tenth grader. 17 girls, 18 boys.

Tenth grader. In 5 years, 5 doctors, 6 teachers, 9 engineers, 10 military personnel, 3 artists, 2 journalists will graduate from our class.

The melody suddenly ends, replaced by the growing howl of aerial bombs and the explosion of shells.

Against the background of military newsreel footage, Levitan’s voice sounds (declaration of war).

The girls cover their heads with their hands in horror. The young men are trying to shield them from terrible blows. Then the boys and girls are divided into 2 groups, put on caps and sing B.O. Okudzhava’s song “Ay, war, what have you done, you vile…”.

1 boy and 1 girl come to the front of the stage. The rest leave.

Young woman. Did you bequeath to us to die, Motherland?

Young man. Life promised, love promised, Motherland!

Are children born for death, Motherland?
Did you want our death, Motherland?

The flame hit the sky, do you remember, Motherland?
Quietly she said: “Get up to help!” Homeland...

Young woman. Motherland! Nobody asked you for fame, Motherland!

Young man. Everyone simply had a choice - me or the Motherland.

Dramatization based on the story “Star” by E. Kazakevich.
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At the end – footage from the film “Star” (the death of Travkin)
The song by V. Vysotsky “He did not return from the battle...” plays.

Scene 2. Woman and war.

A mother woman comes out, all in black.
It sounds like “Hail Mary”.

Mother.

Oh, why are you, red sun,
You keep leaving without saying goodbye?
Oh, why from the joyless war,
Son, aren't you coming back?
I will help you out of trouble,
I'll fly like a quick eagle,
Answer me, my little blood,
Small, the only one!
The white light was unbearable, I got sick,
Come back, my hope!
My grain
My little Zoryushka, my little dear, where are you?
I can’t find a path to cry over the grave,
I don’t want anything - just my dear son...
Behind the forests is my little swallow!
Behind the mountains - behind the communities!
If your eyes are cried out,
Mothers cry with their hearts...
White light is not nice
I got sick
Come back my hope!
My little grain, my little dawn, my dear,
Where are you?

He leaves to the sounds of “Ave Maria” by G. Verdi.

On the screen there are military newsreels about a woman during the Great Patriotic War.

1st presenter. If it were possible to find such scales that the military feat of our soldiers could be placed on one bowl, and the labor feat of our women on the other, then the bowls of these scales would stand level, as they stood, without flinching, under a military thunderstorm in the same ranks with their husbands and sons of heroic Soviet women.

2nd presenter. 800 thousand girls and women fought valiantly in battle.

The song “Cranes” sounds...

1st presenter.

They lay down on the battlefield,
Those who barely began to live.
And the sky was blue
There was green grass.
They covered life with themselves.
Those who barely began to live,
So that the sky is blue,
There was green grass.

Girl from 10 “A”. Many of our class did not celebrate the New Year of 1942. Roma Veselov, Misha Smirnov, Tolya Rozhkov, Grisha Troepolsky died. Valery Pavlovich, our beloved physics teacher, died of hunger, Tonya Kulikova, Zina Redkina, Valya Tenina died, Lesha Sidorov died in the hospital. By summer, six more will be dead.

2nd presenter: There are still people in the world who taught this lesson to all of humanity.

1st presenter. You can also look at their faces, into their eyes, hear their simple, ingenuous stories about those times...

2nd presenter: Of course, historians can scrupulously count the number of divisions that took part in a particular battle, the number of burned villages, destroyed cities...

1st presenter: But they cannot tell what a seven-year-old girl felt, before whose eyes her sister and brother were torn apart by a bomb.

2nd presenter: What was a hungry ten-year-old boy thinking about in besieged Leningrad, boiling a leather shoe in water, looking at the corpses of his relatives.

1st presenter: They can tell about this themselves.

Scene 3. Children of war.
The newsreel ends and the spotlights turn on on the stage.
Dramatization “In besieged Leningrad.”

Girl:(Wrapped in scarves, she leaves the hall with a log on her hand, imitating the collection of wood chips, and climbs the steps to the stage during the chronicle). We ran out of firewood, and I walked around the courtyards and slowly collected chips and planks from bombed houses. My mother allowed me, and it was very scary, because in these houses there were rats, like huge cats, they screamed terribly. Well, sometimes you find a sliver somewhere, but you don’t have the strength, so you attach this sliver to a rope and drag it through the snow. At first we all went down to the bomb shelter, and then we stopped going there. And mom said...

Mother:(during the girl’s words, she comes on stage, shivering and wrapping herself in a shawl, picks up the phrase) Tanya, we have half a piece of bread, let’s eat it so that the Krauts don’t get it. Otherwise, if they bomb us in the evening, we will die hungry.

Mom pats the girl on the head and sits down in a chair, carefully breaking a piece of bread and pinching it off. The girl cuddles up to her mother for a moment, takes her piece in her palm and, looking at it, takes a step forward towards the audience.

Girl: And we ate a small crust and were glad that the Krauts would not get this piece of ours (covering the palm with the bread with the other and pressing them to our chest).

The spotlights go out. On the screen is a chronicle of besieged Leningrad.
The song by A. Rosenbaum “The Road of Life” is played.

1st presenter: In winter, a road was built on the ice of Lake Ladoga. The road of life. Along it, food and weapons were delivered to the besieged city, and exhausted children and wounded were taken back. But not everyone managed to overcome this path.

2nd presenter: At the exit from Leningrad, where the road to Ladoga begins, there is now a monument - “Flower of Life”. This is a monument to everyone who went through the cold and hunger of the blockade nights.

The chronicle continues on the screen.

1st presenter: Children of war. They grew up early and quickly. This is a childish burden, a war, and they drank it in full measure.

Dramatization based on the story “Son of the Regiment” by V. Kataev.
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Shell explosions.

1st presenter:

Forties, fatal,
Military and frontline,
Where are the funeral notices?
And echelon knocking...
Forties, fatal,
Lead, powder.
The war is sweeping across Russia,
And we are so young!

Scene 4. Death and the Warrior (based on A.T. Tvardovsky’s poem “Vasily Terkin”).
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Scene 5. “Wait for me...”

1st presenter: (Against the background of the melody of the song “Dark Night.”) A strange and harsh time... And in the souls, at first glance, there are mutually exclusive feelings: hatred and love. Hatred for enemies and love for the Motherland, mother, children, woman. This love helped us to withstand, survive and win.

2nd presenter: She lived in hearts, sounded in songs, was read in lines of letters.

A young man and a girl are on opposite sides of the stage. He is in military uniform.
Reading letters. The music is “Echo of Love” (music by E. Ptichkin, lyrics by R. Rozhdestvensky).

She: My dear!

It seems like an eternity has passed since I saw you off. Every day I wait with bated breath for the postman, waiting for your news. I love you, I worry, I miss you.

He: I'm with you, my friend! Can’t you hear how I stroke your hair, how, pressing my face against it, I try to say something warm, affectionate, I want to and I can’t!

Respond! I'm with you every minute. Standing at my post, I re-read your last letter in the moonlight, you know, I immediately became warmer, even my hands warmed up.

She: What a joy it is to receive your letter. Strength immediately increased. I really want to live until victory, so that I can see you and hug you.

He: I'm not afraid, no. But all my tenderness, softness, love for nature is suddenly compared with the wild destruction of life. I can’t look at the burnt forests, the mutilated cities, the dead. Lyubochka! Give me the strength to overcome myself, to survive the battle with the enemy!

She: How I want to run to you, to be with you, for you. Let my love help you!

He reads K. Simonov’s poem “Wait for me.”

Wait for me and I will come back,
Just wait a lot
Wait when they make you sad
Yellow rains,
Wait for the snow to blow
Wait for it to be hot
Wait when others are not waiting,
Forgetting yesterday.
Wait for me and I will come back
To spite all the deaths...
Whoever didn't wait for me, let him
He will say: “Lucky!”
They don’t understand, those who didn’t expect it,
Like in the middle of fire
By your expectation you
Saved me.

She: You will come back, and we will dance with you again to that waltz from “Sleeping Beauty”, to which we loved to spin around our room. I wish this damn war would end soon.

1st presenter: And May 45th will come. The tired earth will sigh, and the soldiers who survive will return from that damned war.

The song “Victory Day” by D. Tukhmanov is played.

She: Of our 35 people, 10 A was the only one left alive, only me.

He: Less than 3% of my generation are still alive. We were 17 years old in 1941.

He: I had to survive to meet you.

She: We will live happily ever after with you and enjoy life for everyone who did not return from the war.

Scene 6. Call me, Motherland!

Leading. Years have passed. Heavy fighting died down. But so that those cruel battles are never repeated on earth, the Motherland calls upon its banners young defenders, those who will be able to worthily continue the work of their grandfathers and fathers.

Young men in uniform appear on stage one by one
warrior of the Russian Army.

An overcoat for two years.
Uniform for two years.
For two years father
The commander replaced him.

But far from family,
Far from loved ones
I'm in sight now
At the native land.

Once he trusted the people
Protect your peace
You can't help but be proud
I am destined to be like this.

They say it's hard.
They say it's far...
Well, what and to whom
Is it easy to get?

If this is the duty,
And high honor
I'm always on order
I can only answer ( all the young men, participants of the evening, entering the stage, in chorus): "Eat!"

They sing the song “Russian Guy”
At the chorus of the song, all the girls participating in the evening come out and line up in front of the stage.