(for children of senior preschool age)
Two children come out into the middle of the hall:
1. The day is bright in the morning, wonderful,
It blossomed all over with flowers,
I hear the sound of songs
The holiday has come to my city!
2. Today is a holiday - Victory Day!
Happy holiday - Spring Day.
All the streets are dressed in flowers,
And sonorous songs are heard.
Dance composition with balls and scarves
3. I know from my father, I know from my grandfather -
On the ninth of May Victory came to us,
All the people were waiting for that day,
That day became the most joyful!
4. Let the Victory fireworks thunder,
The world is warmed by this light,
To our great-grandfathers and grandfathers...
All: We wish everyone many more years!!!
Children sit down
Many years ago - on June 22, 1941, Hitler's troops attacked our Motherland. And not only the Army, the whole people, the whole country stood up to defend our Motherland.
5 . Today we chant
A bright holiday for the whole country.
People remember this date
They definitely should.
6. How victory came to our region
Over the fascist horde.
My great-grandfather at that time
He was like a young dad.
7. He dreamed of a peaceful life
But the enemy attacked the earth,
Everyone who could fight in battle
They picked up a machine gun.
Children stand in groups
Ved. The snow was spinning
And our city was bombed.
There was a brutal war then,
The defenders of the fascists won,
So that every winter becomes peaceful.
Song "Victory will come"
children sit down
Ved. 67 years have passed since the bright holiday of Victory in the Great Patriotic War, but the greatness of the feat of our people does not fade.
That's how it was...
Twenty second of June
At exactly four o'clock
Kyiv was bombed
We were told
That the war has begun.
F-ma “Get up, huge country...”
Get up, huge country,
Stand up for mortal combat
With fascist dark power
With the damned horde.
May the rage be noble
Boils like a wave
There is a people's war going on,
Holy war.
8. (boy) Goodbye, cities and houses
The long road is calling us.
Young, brave guys
At dawn we set off on a hike.
9. There is a battle for every city,
There is a battle going on for the street
People help the front
Honest, valiant work.
Ved. Both young and old rose to defend the country. Many went to the front straight from school. The war scattered young guys - some to become anti-aircraft gunners, some to become telephone operators, some to become scouts...
Staging of a poem by S. Mikhalkov.
"We are warriors too"
Signalman(sitting on a chair, headphones on his head, microphone or phone in his hands)
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(bandages the wounded man, he groans)
Why are you roaring like a bear?
It’s a trifle to be patient,
And your wound is so light,
That it will heal for sure.
Sailor(looks into the distance through binoculars)
There's a plane on the horizon!
Full speed ahead!
Prepare for battle crew!
Set aside - our fighter!
Two pilots look at a map.
1st The infantry is here, and the tanks are here,
Fly to the target in 7 minutes.
2nd The battle order is clear,
The enemy will not leave us.
Scout(walks near the central wall, holding a machine gun)
So I climbed into the attic.
Perhaps the enemy is hiding here?
We are cleaning the house behind the house...
All together: WE WILL FIND THE ENEMY EVERYWHERE!!!
10. There were battles with the damned enemy,
Moving east,
Evenings at the dugouts
We whiled away the evening.
11. Those who are with a machine gun in the morning,
I was in battle with a machine gun,
In the evening to the sound of an accordion
They sing a quiet song.
f-ma "In the dugout"
12. Boy
Mom, dear, dear!
You are a fair wind to the ship
I would only like to be next to you.
I don't need anything more
Because I love you.
"Song about Mom"
Ved. Young girls rushed to the front - many were nurses, intelligence officers, even pilots. And artists and musicians helped the soldiers maintain their morale. These are the ditties they sang between battles:
13. (girl)
It doesn't suit a fighter to be upset,
Don't give me room to burn,
Even if there is a reason -
Never be discouraged
Sing some ditties!
Ditties.
14. My great-grandmother did not fight,
In the rear she brought Victory closer,
We had factories in the rear,
They made tanks and airplanes there for the front...
Shells were made and bullets were cast,
They made clothes, boots,
Bombs for planes, guns for soldiers,
And guns, and, of course, provisions.
Ved. Soldiers! Thank you
For childhood, for spring, for life.
For silence, for a peaceful home,
For the world we live in!
And even though many years have passed,
But we will never forget
Those hard-won victories.
We will forever remember our heroes!
We will honor the memory of the heroes who died for their homeland with a minute of silence.
Minute of silence .
15. Four long years
The people were waiting for victory.
Burning from fireworks
Evening sky.
16. And they go, they go, they go
Home all the way.
Soldiers are winners
Russian fighters.
Ved. We celebrate many holidays
We all dance, play and sing.
And we meet the beautiful autumn,
And we are waiting for a beautiful Christmas tree.
But there is one holiday - THE MOST IMPORTANT
And Spring brings it to us,
VICTORY DAY - solemn, glorious
The whole country celebrates it.
Fireworks thundered and songs were sung everywhere,
The square was filled with sunshine,
And fragile, all in white, like a bride,
The girls swam to the sounds of a waltz...
"Waltz with Flowers"
Ved. Our boys love to dream
They want to become military as soon as possible.
Drive ships, planes, cars
And build houses like big men.
The male shift is growing,
The garden is proud of them.
He will sing a song for you
Boy squad.
Song "Let's be soldiers"
Ved. The boys are trying their best -
They're charging!
Healthy and agile
They grow for our joy -
The pride of grandmothers and mothers!
Defenders, soldiers,
Admire them -
Brave guys.
17. We are brave sailors.
We came from swimming
And the sea hello is hot
We brought it to all the guests.
All: We are on leave today
And we want to dance.
Allow us, our guests
Dance “Apple” dance.
Dance "Apple"
Ved. Victory! Victory! Great word.
In it is the glory of the fatherland, and glory to the soldiers!
It makes anyone tremble
It lights hearts like fire.
Victory! Victory!
And volleys thunder over Moscow,
And the time has come for bright joy,
Long live the famous Russian warrior!
Let us shout to the great people:
All: HURRAY!!!
Song "Victory March"
18. We are for children in the world
We wouldn't play war.
So that in the morning at dawn
Listen to the silence of the world!
19. For flowers and twigs to grow.
May spring always bloom.
Needed by boys and girls
Only peace, not war.
20. So that there will always be mom and dad,
So that there is enough sun for everyone.
We are for a peaceful, kind sky.
All: We are for childhood without adult problems!
Ved. Final word.
The hall is festively decorated.
The song "Victory Day" is played (music by D. Tukhmanov, lyrics by V. Kharitonov).
Children enter the hall with carnations in their hands. They follow the leading child around the hall and stand in a semicircle.
Child.
For everything that we have now,
For every happy hour we have,
Because the sun shines on us,
Thanks to the valiant soldiers,
That they once defended the world!
(L. Nekrasova)
Child.
I know from my dad...
I know from my grandfather...
On the ninth of May victory came to us.
The entire Soviet people expected that day,
That day became the most joyful holiday.
(M. Lapisova)
The song “Victory Day” sounds again, the children follow the leading child around the hall, lay flowers near the central wall near the eternal flame, then sit on the chairs.
Presenter. Children! Today we have gathered in this festively decorated hall to celebrate the biggest holiday of our people - Victory Day.
On May 9, 1945, the war against German fascism ended. We remember with gratitude our soldiers who defended the world in a fierce battle. We owe it to all our defenders that we now live under a peaceful, clear sky. Eternal glory to them!
There was also a peaceful sky in June 1941. Children went to kindergartens, schools, sang and danced. (Children depict pre-war times)
Then the theme of invasion from the 7th symphony by D. Shestakovich sounds and to it children with black cloth depict the arrival of fascism - the force of evil.
Leading. On the dance floor for forty-first year. On June 22, 1941, enemy planes violated the border of our Motherland and began dropping bombs on villages and cities. So a war came to our land, the most terrible of which has never been seen before.
At the end, to the sounds of “Holy War” by A. Alexandrov, the children “turn around”, the child reads:
Summer night, at dawn,
Hitler gave the troops an order
And he sent German soldiers
Against all Soviet people
This means - against us.
Presenter. The war scattered young guys - some to become tankers, some to become telephone operators, some to become scouts. Not only men, but women fought in the war. They were nurses, doctors, orderlies, intelligence officers, and signalmen. Many soldiers were saved from death by gentle, kind female hands.
Music sounds, children come out and stage S. Mikhalkov’s poem “We are warriors too.” They are distributed throughout the hall, put on costume elements, take the necessary attributes.
Signalman(the child sits on a chair, pretending to be a signalman, with headphones on his head, and a telephone in his hands).
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(a girl, she has a scarf with a red cross on her head, a bag with medicines on her side, she is bandaging a wounded man sitting on a chair, he is groaning).
Leading.
The guns roar
bullets whistle.
A soldier was wounded by a shell fragment.
Sister whispers:
Girl.
"Come on, I'll support you,
I will bandage your wound!"
Sailor(looks at the sky through binoculars).
There's an airplane on the horizon.
On course - full speed ahead!
Get ready for battle, crew!
Set aside - our fighter.
(Children dance the “Apple” dance)
Machine gunner.
So I climbed into the attic,
Perhaps there is an enemy lurking here.
Two pilot look at the map in the open tablet.
1st pilot.
The infantry is here, and the tanks are here -
The flight to the target is seven minutes.
2nd Pilot.
The combat order is clear.
The enemy will not leave us.
(The game “Snipers” is played, and then the song “Victory” is performed).
Presenter.
I remember how on a memorable evening,
Your handkerchief fell from your shoulders.
As I saw off and promised,
Save the blue handkerchief.
(Girls perform a dance with handkerchiefs to the song “Blue Handkerchief” (music by G. Peterbursky, lyrics by M Maksimov).
Presenter. The war went on, but life went on. And there were moments of silence during the war. The soldiers rested, sat by the fire, cleaned their clothes, wrote letters home to their family and friends.
They wrote that they would return home victorious.
(The music of the song “There is a girl in position...” is playing. Letters - triangles - are moving around the hall on strings).
A boy comes out into the center of the hall. In their hands they hold a letter from the front, folded into a triangle. He unfolds it and reads it.
Boy.
Hello, dear Maxim!
Hello, my beloved son!
I'm writing from the front line,
Tomorrow morning - back into battle!
We will drive out the fascists.
Take care, son, mother.Forget sadness and sadness -
I will return victorious!
I will finally hug you.
Goodbye.
Your father.
Boy Soldier, reads the “front letter”.
My dear family!
Tomorrow I'm going into battle again
For your Fatherland, for Russia,
That I got into a lot of trouble.
I will gather my courage, strength,
I will beat the Germans without mercy,
So that nothing threatens you,
So that you can study and live!
A girl near the central wall rocks a crib with a doll and reads a letter to herself. (Sketch.)
Boy soldier.
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.
(K. Simonov).
Girl. I'll definitely wait!
The song “I'll be back, said the soldier” is played.
Presenter. Our soldiers were distinguished by unparalleled courage and heroism. And what were their grandchildren like? They are so dexterous and savvy! ( The game “Hoist the Banner” is played.
Presenter. Our army defeated the fascists, liberated our native land and other lands. During the battle in Berlin, two of our soldiers managed to climb onto the roof of the Reichstag and planted a red banner there. This meant the victory of our country in the Great Patriotic War.
Child.
And above our capital,
Piercing right through the blue,
Like a messenger of glory, a free bird,
The banner of victory flew...
(The Victory Dance is performed to the sketch of Scriabin. At the end, 2 boys carry out the Victory flag).
Leading. The path to victory was a very long one, 1418 days and nights.
May there never be war
Trouble will not touch us anymore!
On Victory Day all songs are sung,
Fireworks sparkle in honor of the Victory!
(Children take the plumes and perform movements with the plumes to the music “Victory Day”).
Leading.
On a joyful, spring and wonderful day,
Our song is about the Motherland, about the world . (singing “Sunny Circle”)
Scenario of the holiday for the 70th anniversary of Victory Day “Let us bow to those great years” for children of senior preschool age
Author: Olga Ivanovna Marchenko, music director of MBODU No. 13 of the Shcherbinovsky district, Shabelskoye villageTarget. Introducing children to the historical past of our country.
Tasks:
1. To develop children’s knowledge about the Great Patriotic War.
2. Develop interest in the history of your homeland and a sense of patriotism.
3. Cultivate pride in children during the war years, love for the Motherland, their people.
Description of material: Dear colleagues, I propose the development of a holiday for children of senior preschool age, dedicated to the 70th anniversary of the Great Victory. The holiday scenario will be of interest to music directors, educators, and preschool teachers for holding festive events.
The progress of the holiday
The children enter the hall to the music.They stand in a semicircle.
Children take turns:
- Let there never be war! Let the cities sleep peacefully,
- Don’t let the siren’s piercing howl sound over my head.
- Let no one burst a shell, let no one shoot a machine gun.
- Let our forests be filled only with the voices of birds and children.
- Let the years pass peacefully.
Together: Let there never be war!!!
Presenter 1: Hello, dear guests! The long-awaited holiday has arrived. Today is a joyful day for people all over the world. 70 years ago, the bloodiest war in human history ended - World War II - the Great Patriotic War! We remember with gratitude our warrior-defenders who defended the world in a fierce battle. We owe it to all our defenders, today's veterans, and those who are not with us, that we now live under a peaceful sky. Eternal glory to them!
1 child: Today we celebrate a glorious holiday throughout the country.
People should definitely remember this date.
2nd child: All the streets are dressed in flowers, and sonorous songs can be heard:
Today is a holiday - Victory Day, a happy, bright day of spring!
3rd child: People took a deep breath: - End of the war! End of the war!
And multi-colored fireworks sparkled for a long time in the heights!
4th child: Victory! Victory! Victory! The news is spreading across the country.
The end of trials and tribulations, the end of the long war.
Presenter 2. In the distant past, children and adults dreamed of a bright and peaceful future.
June...the sunset was approaching evening
And the sea overflowed into the white night.
And the children's ringing laughter was heard
Those who do not know, those who do not know grief.
Dance "Colorful Game"
Presenter 2. But their dreams were not destined to come true: an event occurred that brought misfortune and grief to all the peoples inhabiting our large country.
On June 22, 1941, enemy planes violated the border of our Motherland and began dropping bombs on villages and cities.
The words that people heard on the radio that distant summer morning will not
never forgotten. They hit everyone with sharp pain right in the heart:
Audio recording of Levitan's voice about the beginning of the war.
Audio recording “Holy War”
Presenter 1: Wars and officers of various branches of the military took part in battles and battles for our Motherland. What types of troops do you know in the army? (sailors, pilots, etc.)
Children go out and take attributes for the scene of S. Mikhalkov’s poem “We are warriors too”
Signalman(the child is sitting on a chair, headphones on his head, a microphone or phone in his hands).
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(bandages a wounded man sitting on a chair, he groans).
Why are you roaring like a bear?
It's just a matter of patience.
And your wound is so light,
That it will heal for sure.
Sailor(looks at the sky through binoculars).
There's an airplane on the horizon.
On course - full speed ahead!
Get ready for battle, crew!
Set aside - our fighter.
Pilots(two pilots look at the map on the tablet).
1 pilot.
The infantry is here, and the tanks are here,
The flight to the target is seven minutes.
2 pilot.
The combat order is clear.
The enemy will not leave us.
Machine gunner (walks along the central wall, holding a machine gun).
So I climbed into the attic.
Perhaps the enemy is hiding here?
We clean the house behind the house.
Together. We will find the enemy everywhere.
Presenter 2. Competition "Guess the military equipment."
A fable bird is flying,
And the people are sitting inside,
He talks to each other. (Airplane)
On Mount Hill
Black old ladies are sitting
If they gasp-
People are going deaf. (Guns)
Soars up without acceleration,
Reminds me of a dragonfly
Takes flight
Our Russian... (Helicopter)
The turtle crawls
Steel shirt.
The enemy is in the ravine,
And she is where the enemy is. (Tank)
Iron whale underwater
The whale does not sleep day or night.
That whale has no time for dreams,
He is also on duty at night. (Submarine)
Presenter 1. Once upon a time Russian soldiers
Stopped to rest
Putting the machine guns on the ground,
To shake off some dust.
I know their living heroes
Great Russian military,
Before the merry battle,
With harmony, dancing, young people.
Dance "Sun"
Presenter 2. The wind will carry away my song,
To help you in battle.
Remember: the girl believes and waits
And to your love and to your victory!
The love of women saved the soldiers in this difficult, terrible time. Like a piece of their home, the men kept photographs of their wives and mothers and their letters in their overcoats. How much love, how much hope there was in these letters! They were so necessary for the soldier. It is no coincidence that the girl Katyusha from the song, which everyone now knows - both adults and children - became a symbol of fidelity and hope.
Song "Katyusha"
Presenter 1: Difficult, hungry and cold war years are called dashing, evil years of war. It was hard for all our people, but it was especially hard for young children.
Presenter 2: Many children were left orphans, their fathers died in the war, others lost their parents during bombings, others lost not only their relatives, but also their home. Children - weak, helpless, found themselves face to face with the cruel, merciless, evil force of fascism.
Dramatization “Oh, Mishka, how scared I am!”
Presenter: She consoled the tattered bear
Girl in a mutilated hut:
Girl:“Don’t cry, don’t cry... I was malnourished myself,
I left you half a cracker...
Presenter:... The shells flew and exploded,
Black earth mixed with blood...
Girl: There was a family, there was a home... Now they remain
All alone in the world - you and I..."
Presenter:... And behind the village the grove was smoking,
Struck by monstrous fire,
And Death flew around like an angry bird,
An unexpected misfortune came to the house...
Girl:“Do you hear, Mish, I’m strong, I don’t cry,
And they will give me a machine gun at the front.
I will take revenge for hiding my tears,
Because our pines are burning..."
Presenter: But in the silence the bullets whistled loudly,
An ominous reflection flashed in the window...
And the girl ran out of the house:
Girl:“Oh, Mishka, Mishka, how scared I am!..”
Presenter:... Silence. Not a voice is heard.
The country is celebrating victory today,
And how many of them, girls and boys,
Orphaned by a vile war?!
Children go out and read poetry
1. To the children who survived that war,
You need to bow to the ground!
In the field, in occupation, in captivity,
They held out, they survived, they made it!
2. Children who have grown up without childhood,
Children deprived of war
You didn’t eat enough at that time,
But they are honest before their country.
3. You were freezing in unheated apartments,
In the ghetto they also died in ovens.
It was uncomfortable, scary, damp,
But they carried it on weak shoulders
I carry an excessive, holy burden,
May the hour of peace come sooner.
4. Pure before the Motherland and God!
On this day, both sad and bright,
We must bow from the heart
We are living and unlived children
That great and righteous war!
Peace to you, health, longevity,
Kindness, warmth!
And even if nowhere in the whole world
Childhood will not be taken away by war again!
Song "Tell Me Grandpa"
Child. For the native country people
They gave their lives.
We will never forget
Those who fell in valiant battle.
Child. The fire is burning at the obelisk,
Birches are sad in silence.
And we bowed low, low -
An unknown soldier is sleeping here.
Presenter 1. The memory of generations is unquenchable.
And the memory of those whom we honor so sacredly
Come on people stand up for a moment
And in sorrow we will stand and be silent.
A minute of silence to the music “Cranes” (lyrics by R. Gamzatov, music by Y. Frenkel)
Presenter 1: A minute of silence is announced
Presenter 2. The Great Patriotic War lasted for four and a half years. People had to go through difficult trials. But our soldiers fought bravely in battle. The enemy was broken! The soldiers liberated not only our Fatherland, but also many European countries from fascist invaders. They reached Berlin and hoisted a red flag on the Reichstag. The spring of 1945 has arrived - the spring of the long-awaited Victory.
Child: The sun is shining on Victory Day
And it will always shine for us.
Our grandfathers were in fierce battles
They managed to defeat the enemy.
Song "Victory Day"
Presenter 1: On May 9, festive fireworks will go off in the hero cities and in many other cities of our country. Now we will play and also arrange fireworks in our hall.
Game "Salute"
All children present are given flags of three colors. Any polka music is playing, children are dancing impromptu, moving scattered throughout the hall. Three presenters hold flags of one of three colors in their hands and stop at different ends of the hall. The music stops.
The presenter says:“Light the fireworks, get ready quickly!”
Children run up to the leader who has a flag of the same color.
People slept, putting it off until the morning
All your worries and affairs.
In a bright house, quiet and cozy,
The little girl was sleeping.
There are toys on the bed, on the table,
Outside the window there is a large green garden,
Where are the apple and pear trees in spring?
Put on festive attire.
The sky floated in bright, starry points,
The sky was also waiting for the day,
And no one knew that that night
At dawn the war began
The lyrics of the war years are a true chronicle of time.From the first days of the war, poets found their place in the ranks of the fighting people.Summer and autumn of 1941... Poems written during this period bear the indelible stamp of this time. They convey a sad feeling of loss of lands, loss of cities, loss of friends.This common pain was heard inpoem by Tatyana Lavrova
We present to your attention a dramatization of Sergei Mikhalkov’s poem “We Are Warriors Too”
Signalman (the child sits on a chair, pretending to be a signalman, with headphones on his head, and a microphone in his hands) .
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
(bandages a wounded man sitting on a chair, he groans)
.
Why are you roaring like a bear?
It's just a matter of patience.
And your wound is so light,
That it will heal for sure.
Sailor
(looks at the sky through binoculars).
There's an airplane on the horizon.
On course - full speed ahead!
Get ready for battle, crew!
Set aside - our fighter.
Two pilots look at a map in an open tablet.
1st pilot.
The infantry is here, and the tanks are here,
The flight to the target is seven minutes.
2nd pilot.
The combat order is clear.
The enemy will not leave us
Submachine gunner
(walks along the central wall, holding a machine gun).
So I climbed into the attic.
Perhaps the enemy is hiding here?
We clean the house behind the house.
Together.
We will find the enemy everywhere.
There is no family in Russia that was spared by the war.And the poems created in those years about the war are marked by the harsh truth of life, the truth of human feelings and experiences. Woman and war. It is difficult to find words worthy of the feat that they accomplished. They will live forever - in the grateful memory of the people, in flowers, the spring glow of birch trees, in the first steps of children on the land that they defended.
Poem Andrey Dementyev “The Ballad of Mother”
The mother has aged thirty years,
But there is no news from my son.
But she still keeps waiting
Because she believes, because she is a mother.
And what does she hope for?
Many years since the war ended,
Many years since everyone came back,
Except for the dead that lie in the ground.
How many of them are there in that distant village?
No boys without mustaches came.
Once they sent me to the village in the spring
Documentary film about the war.
Everyone came to the cinema, both old and young,
Who knew war and who did not.
Before the bitter memory of people
Hatred flowed like a river.
It was hard to remember.
Suddenly the son looked at his mother from the screen.
The mother recognized her son at that very moment
And a mother’s cry rang out:
- Alexey, Alyoshenka, son! -
As if her son could hear her.
He rushed out of the trench into battle,
The mother stood up to cover him with herself.
I was always afraid that he might fall,
But through the years the son rushed forward.
- Alexei! - the fellow countrymen shouted,
- Alexei! - they asked, - run!..
The frame changed, the son remained to live,
He asks the mother to repeat about her son.
And he runs to attack again
Alive and well, not wounded, not killed.
- Alexei! Alyoshenka! Son! -
As if her son could hear her...
At home everything seemed like a movie to her,
I've been waiting for everything right now through the window
In the midst of alarming silence
Her son will come knocking from the war
Mother's Monologue at the Eternal Flame
Mother:
Son, maybe you are buried here? Or maybe the son of another mother lies here? Doesn't matter! You call me your mother..
I keep remembering that morning when we stood at the military registration and enlistment office. I looked at your dear face and could not get used to the green tunic, cap and that smile on your suddenly matured face.
How many years have passed? How many springs have passed, but I remember everything. I remember how you pressed my cheek goodbye and said quietly: “Don’t think about bad things, mommy, I’ll definitely come back... No bullet will dare pierce my heart... I’ll come back mommy, just wait... I haven’t returned.”(remains at the monument)
Pupil:
Stop, time! Stop and look back. Look back at those who look at us in stone from the heights of their monuments.
Look back at those whose names are carved at the foot of the obelisks. For those who gave for you and me the most precious thing they had - happiness and life, which was just beginning.
Leading: Children and war are incompatible concepts. Boys and girls who ended up in the war had to give up their childhood. They grew up early and quickly...
Ilya Reznik “Children of War” (recording)
Children of war. Inflamed eyes look into the sky.
Children of war. The heart in a small mountain is bottomless.
Children of war. The heart is like desperate thunder.
Children of war. Leningradsky blows the metronome.
Children of war. The metronome rattles incessantly.
Children of the war were crowded into open heated vehicles.
Children of war buried their dead toys.
I will never be able to forget
Crumbs of bread on white snow.
Crumbs of bread on white snow.
Poem Lyudmila Milanich " War"
It's very cold in the classroom
I breathe on the pen,
I lower my head
And I write, I write.
First declension -
Feminine starting with "a"
Immediately, without a doubt,
I deduce - “war”.
What's most important
Today for the country?
In the genitive case:
There is no - what? - “war”.
And behind the howling word -
Mom died...
And the battle is still far away,
So that I can live.
I send curses to the “war”,
I only remember the “war”...
Maybe for me as an example
Choose “silence”?
But we measure it by “war”
Nowadays life and death
I'll get "excellent" -
This is also revenge...
About the “war” he is sad,
That's a proud lesson
And I remembered him
I'm here forever.
13 million children died in the war. We must remember them all: burned, shot, hanged, killed by a bomb, a bullet, hunger and fear
Poem Laura Tassi “She consoled the tattered bear”She consoled the tattered bear
Girl in a mutilated hut:
“Don’t cry, don’t cry... I was malnourished myself,
I left you half a cracker...
… The shells flew and exploded,
Black earth mixed with blood...
There was a family, there was a home... Now they remain
All alone in the world - you and I..."
… And behind the village the grove was smoking,
Struck by monstrous fire,
And Death flew around like an angry bird,
An unexpected misfortune came to the house...
“Do you hear, Mish, I’m strong, I don’t cry,
And they will give me a machine gun at the front.
I will take revenge for hiding my tears,
Because our pines are burning..."
But in the silence the bullets whistled loudly,
An ominous reflection flashed in the window...
And the girl ran out of the house:
“Oh, Mishka, Mishka, how scared I am!..”
Leading: War - Electricity and running water did not work, there was no heating, there was no food. For small children like you, they gave out 125 grams of bread a day. And nothing more.
Poem by Vladimir Timin “Bread of the Wartime”
The line is long.
I'm standing with others.
I just need to get to the scales.
There are light weights on the plate,
Another -
Such heavy bread.
Bread…
It fit on the palm of your hand.
And while you're on your way home,
From this soldering
You'll pick up all the crumbs
Yes, you'll break it off a little
From herself.
Us guys
The bombing didn't wake us up.
But we knew everything -
There's a war going on!
“Our business is right,” -
They kept saying
Like a song
Like the whole country.
Women praised us:
"Native,
Collect the spikelets together.
Let's win -
Not just rye,
White
We’ll bake you some koloboks.”
Days of war
Our childhood years -
Bags of bread,
Torn pimas.
Overcame all adversity
Equal to adults
And we.
“My life rang like a song among the people, My death will sound like a song of struggle.”
These words belong to the wonderful Tatar poetMusa Jalil . His name became the personification of humanism, a symbol of courage. He lived a short but vibrant life, filled with vigorous activity.
Jalil wrote his fiery poems in inhuman conditions. You read his works and are surprised that they were written by a suicide bomber. Of the 94 poems, 67 were created by him after the death sentence was passed. But they are all not about death, but about life.
The poet dreamed of seeing victory, meeting friends, wife, daughter. But his dream was not destined to come true. His songs about children, loved ones, and the Motherland remained unsung. But those that he created are forever immortal.
Musa Jalil once said: “This is the purpose of life: to live in such a way that even after death you do not die.” Although he is no longer among us, his poems are alive and will live forever as long as we read them.
Poem "Barbarism"
Poem "Stockings"
Leading: the city of Leningrad….. the hero city of Leningrad held out in the siege for 900 days. “Leningrad children”... Until a certain moment, they were like all children, funny, cheerful, inventive, collecting stamps and candy wrappers. And then they became the quietest children on earth. They have forgotten how to play pranks, even smile and laugh, even cry. The Nazis blocked all entrances to the city. No food was delivered there, bombs and shells damaged the pipes, and heat and water did not flow into the houses. People lived in unbearable conditions.
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Poem by Varvara Voltman-Spasskaya “On the Water”
I'm pushing a sled up the hill.
A little more and it will be over.
The water freezes on the way,
It became as heavy as lead.
Throwing prickly powder
And the wind stones a tear.
Exhausted like a horse,
I'm not bringing bread, but water.
And Death himself sits on the box,
Proud of the strange team...
It's good that you're cold
Holy Neva water!
When I slip down the hill
On that icy path,
You won't spill out of the bucket,
I'll take you home.
A Russian soldier stood to his death on the borders of our Motherland! He carried bread to besieged Leningrad, died, saving millions of lives... He brought freedom to prisoners of Auschwitz, Dachau, Buchenwald, MaidA some... And sometimes at the cost of your life.
The memory of generations is inexorable
And the memory of those whom we honor so sacredly
Come on people, let's stand for a moment.
And in sorrow we will stand and be silentMinute of silence
Boris Okudzhava . In April 1942, at the age of 17, Okudzhava volunteered for the front. He was sent to the 10th Separate Reserve Mortar Division. Then, after two months of training, he was sent to the North Caucasus Front. He was a mortarman, then a heavy artillery radio operator. He was wounded near Mozdok. A significant part of Okudzhava’s lyrics were written under the impressions of the war years. But these songs and poems are not so much about war as against it: “War, you see, is an unnatural thing, taking away from a person the right to life given by nature. I am wounded by it for the rest of my life, and in my dreams I still often see dead comrades, ashes of houses, the earth torn apart by craters... I hate war.” Until the last day, looking back, admiring the victory, proud of the participants in the Great Patriotic War, the poet never ceased to hope that we, people, would learn to do without blood when solving our earthly affairs.Okudzhava owns more than 800 poems. Many of his poems are born together with music; there are about 200 songs.
The poem “Goodbye, boys” is read by Victoria Kytmanova.
Leading: Long-awaitedVictory has arrived! They waited for her for 4 long years. 1418 days! We celebrate Victory Day every year on May 9th. There are fewer and fewer people around us who went through the Great Patriotic War. We remember them. We are grateful to them for our freedom, for their great feat.
I haven't seen the war, but I knowHow difficult it was for the peopleAnd hunger, and cold, and horror -They got to experience everything.
Let them live peacefully on the planet,Let children not know war,Let the bright sun shine!We should be a friendly family!
Leading : There are not enough words to describe how much each of us living today owes to our heroes, the heroes of the Great Patriotic War. How much warmth and respect I would like to give to our veterans.The war must not happen again. People want to live in peace.
( Recorded bells sound, father and son appear)
son: What is this? Can you hear?
father : These are bells. Bells of memory...
son : Memory? Do such things really exist?
father : They happen, listen! This is what memory itself says...
pause
son : But is memory ever alive?
father
: Don’t you believe it? A person can die twice:
There on the battlefield, when a bullet catches up with him
And the second time - in people's memory.
Dying the second time is worse.
The second time a person must live!
May the sky be blue
Let there be no smoke in the sky,
Let the menacing guns be silent
And the machine guns don’t fire,
So that people, cities live...
Peace is always needed on earth!
Years and decades have passed. But even now, both veterans and young people with deep emotion turn to poems and songs that helped defeat the enemy, capturing the greatness of the fiery years. The theme of the Great Patriotic War remains one of the leading topics in literature at the present stage. But literature returns to the events of the war not only to show again and again the difficult path of our people, but also so that the experience of the past warns against catastrophic mistakes in the future.
Ekaterina Schwab
The song “Victory Day” is playing.
The same entrance for children of the preparatory and senior groups is formed in 2 columns, the children of the preparatory group lead the veterans along the “Walk of Fame”, escort them to their chairs, and then the children go to their places.
Hello warriors, hello spectators,
Grandfathers, grandmothers, guests, parents!
And a special bow to veterans!
It is dedicated to the glorious holiday!
Today we celebrate Victory Day, which brought happiness and peace to the earth. Guests of honor came to us. Let's welcome them.
Everyone applauds the veterans
This day is special, desired,
The sun is shining brightly above.
Victory Day is a long-awaited holiday,
Celebrated in our country.
But it is especially dear to veterans
Tears of joy and pain in their eyes,
There is no way to heal mental wounds,
And the flowers in their hands tremble.
song "Heirs of Victory"
After the song, the children give flowers to the veterans.
Leading. Our country Russia is big and beautiful. For every person, it begins with the parental home. In whatever corner of it, wherever you were born, you can proudly say: “This is my Motherland! My Russia!
1. Russia is like a word from a song.
Birch young foliage.
There are forests, fields and rivers all around,
Expanse, Russian soul.
2. I love you, my Russia,
For the clear light of your eyes,
Dance “I look into the blue lakes”
Everything breathed such silence,
It seemed that the whole Earth was still sleeping
Who knew that between peace and war,
Only about five minutes left.
Enemy planes violated the border of our Motherland and began dropping bombs on villages and cities. The radio notified the entire nation about the outbreak of war. Everyone rose to defend the Fatherland.
The video clip “Holy War” with the presenter reading a poem in the background.
Get up people! Hearing the cry of the earth.
The soldiers of the Motherland have gone to the front.
Bravely and bravely they rushed into battle,
Fight for the Motherland, for you and me!
They wanted to take revenge on the enemy quickly
For the elderly, women, children!
Ved. - Everyone mobilized their forces on the path to victory. The soldiers went into mortal combat and fought without sparing their lives.
The war scattered young guys - some to become radio operators, some to become anti-aircraft gunners,
who should be scouts (boys wear caps)
1st girl:
Oh, war, what vile thing have you done?
Our yards have become quiet,
Our boys raised their heads
They have matured for the time being.
2nd girl:
They barely loomed on the threshold
And the soldiers went after the soldier.
Goodbye dear boys,
Try to go back.
3rd girl:
All the guys in our class almost immediately went to the front. I, like many of our girls, became a nurse in a field hospital.
(boys and nurse come out)
Dramatization of S. Mikhalkov’s poem “We are warriors too.”
Children of the older group.
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 a wounded man):
Why are you roaring like a bear?
It’s nothing, all that’s left is to rub it,
And your wound is so light,
That it will heal for sure.
Sailor (looks at the sky through binoculars):
There's a plane on the horizon
Full speed ahead!
Prepare for battle crew!
Leave us alone, our fighter.
Pilots: (Looking at the map)
1. The infantry is here, and the tanks are here.
The flight to the target is seven minutes.
2. The combat order is clear
The enemy will not leave us!
Scout: (walks near the central wall with a machine gun)
So I climbed into the attic
Perhaps the enemy is hiding here?
Cleaning the house behind the house
All together: We will find the enemy everywhere!
Presenter: In rare hours of rest, the soldiers wrote letters to their family and friends back home.
And at home they waited, waited for any news from their sons, fathers, husbands. And these were military triangles. They flew home sometimes for a very long time, but everyone was waiting for them, waiting
Music is playing
2 boys come out, holding a letter in their hands:
1. Boy:
"My dear brothers and sisters,
Tomorrow I'm going into battle again
For your Fatherland, for Russia,
That I got into a lot of trouble.
I will gather my courage, strength,
I will beat the Germans without mercy,
So that nothing threatens you,
So that you can study and live."
2nd boy:
"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"
(K. Simonov)
Presenter. There were also moments of rest at the front. You could sit by the fire and sing your favorite song. The accordion player took the accordion, and in the light of the fire a sincere song about home, about loved ones and relatives sounded.
Dance "Blue Handkerchief"
Presenter. But respites are short-lived. Time and time again, soldiers went into battle to defend their homeland and their home. Intelligence was a difficult and dangerous business in war. How many tanks and planes are there in the enemy division, where are they heading? The scout must carefully and unnoticed make his way through the forest, swamp, minefield... He needs, at all costs, to obtain an envelope with important information and urgently deliver it to headquarters
Game – attraction “Dangerous Intelligence”
Obstacle course - a report to a veteran.
Presenter: And our valiant sailors fought at sea. The Nazis sought to seize our seaports. After all, during the war, ships of our allies – the Americans and the British – passed through them, carrying food and weapons. Hitler's submarines, warships and planes tried to sink transport ships, but the sailors repelled the attacks! So let’s dedicate our sailor’s dance to our valiant sailors!
1. Under the Russian banner,
Under the banner of the fathers
They're coming, the squads are coming
Brave sailors.
2. The country is proud of them:
They are brave. Stay strong!
We will grow up like this
Like our sailors!
Dance “White cap” preparatory group
The Nazis really wanted to end the war with a quick victory. German troops bombed our cities and landed from planes, shot at them with tanks and cannons. The Nazis sent more and more soldiers and military equipment into battle. But the Soviet soldiers had courage, perseverance, and courage.
Song “At the village of Kryukovo”
Sounds like "Moonlight Sonata"
The path to Victory was difficult, the battle to the death was cruel,
But the Nazis miscalculated, the people were not broken by the war!
Let's remember everyone by name, let's remember our heroes
It's not the dead who need this - the living need it!
Let us remember the proudly fallen soldiers in this struggle,
Our sacred duty is to never forget about the war!
Ved: During the war, 25 million people died, 25 million soldiers did not return home
Through the centuries, through the years,
About those who will never come again!
A minute of silence is declared in honor of those who died during the Great Patriotic War.
Minute of silence -
the metronome sounds - everyone stands up
Presenter: And then the day came when the end of the war was announced on the radio. The country rejoiced! They sang and danced in the streets, strangers hugged each other, many cried with joy.
Children: st gr
1. Everything is different today
Not the same as always
Everyone goes outside
Everyone sings and shouts “Hurray!”
2. Everywhere is noisy and interesting
Everywhere is fun and crowded
The drums are beating loudly
They are dancing and singing everywhere!
Children get up to dance (senior group)
Everyone in Russia knows this song,
And it is often performed on holidays.
Her soldiers in the trenches sang,
And the gun was named after her.
Dance "Katyusha" senior group
Girl preg. gr:
1. And again a holiday - Victory Day,
But this morning grandfather is sad.
I hear: Grandfather sighs -
Remembers the friends of the victims.
What are you thinking about, my grandfather?
I don't wait long for his answer.
My grandfather, a fearless commander.
He says to me: “Let there be peace!”
2. The sun is shining, it smells like bread,
The forest is noisy, the river, the grass.
It's good under peaceful skies
Hear kind words!
3. Good in winter and summer,
On an autumn and spring day
Enjoy the bright light
Resonant peaceful silence.
Peace is the most important word in the world!
Our planet really needs peace!
Adults need peace!
Children need peace!
All together: Everyone needs peace!
Dance “Give a Smile to the World” preg.
Presenter: Dear friends, dear guests, our dear grandparents, our holiday has come to an end! Happy Victory Day! Once again we congratulate everyone on the Victory Day! Peace and goodness to you, and may there be no more war!
Presentation “I want there to be no more war”
Children walk around the circle in pairs, then line up in a column in the middle, each pair bows and leaves.
The main material was taken from the magazine "Musical Palette", revised for the children of my kindergarten for 2013, photographs from the "Victory Day" matinee for 2011
