Scenario of a literary and musical composition for Victory Day. Literary and musical composition "May 9" Literary composition for May 9

Date of: 21.12.2023

Music is playing. Schubert "Ave Maria". The music fades out. An image of the Virgin Mary with a baby in her arms is displayed. Raphael "Sistine Madonna"

Reader (girl): A beautiful young woman with a child in her arms easily steps on the clouds towards her tragic fate. In order for people to be happy, Mary must give them her son, little Christ, to suffer and suffer. She lovingly hugs him to her for the last time. Mother's beautiful eyes are sad. She hugs her son tighter, anticipating his sad fate. In Mary’s gaze one can read the question: “Aren’t you the one who will make me, mother, unhappy?”

The music is louder, Schubert "Ave Maria"

Reader (young man): A. Markov “Sistine Madonna”

I spent hours looking at Madonna,
What immortality gave to Raphael,
On the eyes...
Is it not from them, the bottomless ones,
Even hard souls brightened.
Didn't take his eyes off her until
Throwing a haze of clouds over your shoulders,
Like a dreamed miracle,
Madonna stepped towards me.
She is not sinless
Not a goddess whom earthly people do not judge.
Just a mother.

There's a song playing(recording) performed by A. German “Lullaby”

Reader (girl) Excerpt from R. Rozhdestvensky’s poem “Requiem”

Homeland?
Life promised
Love promised
Homeland.

Homeland?
Did you want them dead?
Homeland?
The flame hit the sky -
Do you remember,
Homeland?

Reader (young man)) reads V. Kochetkov’s poem “In a Burnt Village”, approaching the shaky fence fixed in the right corner of the stage. Above the shaky stone is an icon.

Under the loud cries of crows and rooks
We entered the village in the morning,
The skeletons of black stoves loomed.
The ruins smoked wearily.
And in a rare scattering of bodies lay
In the shadow of the ancient bell.
As if death was reluctant to take
Yasak from a Belgorod village.
And in this hell that has not yet smoldered.
Where grief has already screamed,
Under the old birch tree in plain sight
The belt cradle rocked.
Played with crimson copper knees
With the heavenly blue of June.
And the one-year-old boy sat quietly
In that ripple floating over the abyss.
No, he didn't scream, didn't beg for anything,
I pulled my fists up to my mouth.
And the wind, smelling of trouble, stirred
His gray hairs.

Reader (girl)

Did you bequeath to them to die,
Homeland?
Life promised
Love promised
Homeland.
Are children born for death?
Homeland?

Reader (youth)

Whether we wake up or fall asleep - war, war.
Whether at night or during the day - war, war.
It constricts our throats, deprives us of sleep,
Confuses names.

Reader (girl)

Alexander, Vladimir, Stanislav –
How many lives there have been, how many glories!
The evening will be blood blue,
I will bend over my son's cradle.
People saw no peace,
Tirelessly playing with life and death,
You need to give him a different name,
Because his life is different...

Reader (youth)

Whatever you think about - war, war...
Our companion is gloomy - she is alone.
The farther from the battle, the warmer the heart,
So much the worse for her.
Sunrises, sunsets - you are all alone.
What melancholy you are - war, war!
You, you are a curse, dark and dark.
Where are the fallen brothers - war, war!
How red the sun is! You are all alone.
What word are you: war, war...
As if in word
Not a speck of blood
And the light is getting more and more purple in the darkness of the window.

Reader (girl)

It’s important to say goodbye to the girls,
They kissed their mother as they walked,
They dressed up in everything new.
How they went to play soldiers.

On stage, a man holds the hands of two male soldiers. Reads V. Zanadvorov’s poem “War”

You don’t know, my son, what war is!
This is not a smoky battlefield at all,
It's not even death and courage. She
Each drop finds its expression.
It's just dugout sand day after day
Yes, the blinding flashes of night shelling,
This is a headache that ache in the temple;
This is my youth, which decayed in the trenches;
These are dirty, rutted roads;
Homeless stars of window sleepovers;
These are my blood-washed letters,
What is written crookedly on rifle stocks;
This is the last dawn in life
Over the dug-up ground. And just as a conclusion -
When shells explode, when grenades flash
Selfless death on the battlefield.

Readers (young men)

1. Help me. Help me. I don't want to die. A small piece of lead - in the heart, in the head - and that’s all? And my hot heart will no longer be hot? Let there be suffering. Who said I'm afraid to suffer? It was at home that I was afraid a lot. At home. And now I have already found out everything, tried everything. I'll be useful in life. After all, it’s even funny to kill a person who didn’t manage to do anything. I didn't even finish tenth grade. I met you, war. I have large abrasions on my palms. There is noise in my head, I want to sleep. Do you want to wean me off everything I'm used to?

Man. There are details that are remembered for a lifetime. And they are not only remembered, small, seemingly insignificant, they eat into you, are somehow absorbed into you, begin to sprout, grow into something larger, significant, absorb the whole essence of what is happening, become, as it were, a symbol.

2. I remember one killed fighter. He lay on his back, arms outstretched, and a cigarette butt stuck to his lip. And it was more terrible than anything I saw before and after in the war. More terrible than destroyed cities, ripped open bellies, severed arms and legs. Outstretched arms and a cigarette butt on the lip. A minute ago there was still life, thoughts, desires. Now…

Reader (girl)

She can’t sleep, her heart is aching,
My chest aches, and the night is dark and dark,
The stars are not visible, the winter evening howls,
And wherever you look, there is war.
The sycamore moans sadly outside the window,
The cat purrs in sleepy silence.
The house is empty. She buried her husband
And the sons? Where should they be - in war?
Two send her good news.
Although it is bitter to live alone at home,
But for the older two, the soul is in place,
Only the youngest - is he alive, dear?

A. Rosenbaum “Red Wall” (recording of song sounds).

Reader (female)) reads an excerpt from R. Rozhdestvensky’s poem “Requiem” No. 6

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

A quiet melody sounds M. Tariverdieva “Memory”

Reader (youth) Poem by A.N. Nekrasov “Hearing the horrors of war”

Listening to the horrors of war
With every new casualty of the battle,
I feel sorry for not my friend, not my wife,
I'm sorry not for the hero himself...
Alas! The wife will be comforted.
And the best friend will forget his friend!
But somewhere there is one soul -
She will remember it to the grave!
Among our hypocritical deeds
And all sorts of vulgarity and prose
I've spied the only ones in the world
Holy, sincere tears -
Those are the tears of our mothers!
They will not forget their children,
Those who died in the bloody field,
How not to pick up a weeping willow
Of its drooping branches.

Reader (female)) reads an excerpt from A. Platonov’s story “Recovery of the Dead”

The mother returned to her house.

She walked through the fields, sad, bare-haired, with a vague, as if blinded face... Her grief was eternal and her sadness was tireless - her mother lost all her children dead.

On her way she met Germans, but they did not touch this woman; It was strange for them to see such a sad old woman; they were horrified by the sight of humanity on her face.

Having gone through the war, the mother returned home. But her homeland was now empty. She sat down in the middle of the cooled fire and began to sort through the ashes of her home with her hands. If she dies, where will the memory of her children be preserved and who will protect them in his love when her heart also stops breathing?

Maria Vasilievna came to the grave site, where there was a cross made of two mournful, trembling branches tied across. The mother sat down at this cross, under it lay her naked children, killed, abused and thrown into the dust by the hands of others.

- If only you were alive, if only you were alive! And now, where is your life, which you have not lived, who will live it for you? How old was Matvey? He was twenty-third, and Vasily was twenty-eighth. And my daughter was 18, now she would be 19, yesterday she was the birthday girl...

How much of my heart I spent on you, how much of my blood wasted, but that means it was not enough, my heart and my blood alone were not enough, since you died, since I did not keep my children alive and did not save them from death...

They, well, they are my children, they did not ask to live in the world. But apparently it’s impossible to live on earth yet, nothing is ready for the children here: they only prepared it, but they couldn’t manage it!

Reader (female) reads N. Konyaev’s lament “Mother of the Fallen Warrior”

I should trample a path and walk a little path and a baby will be born, a grave will be built on a steep slope. I came, bitterly grieving, to a great holiday, to a great memorial. How thirty years and thirty winters have passed and rolled by - you sleep soundly, do not wake up, and do not part with a sweet dream. Little feet on the path, little hands near my heart... How can I get used to living? I won’t see, grieving woman...

Music is playing. Mozart "Requiem". The lights in the hall are dimmed. Boys are passing along both sides of the hall, holding lit candles. They go up on stage.

The priest performs the Funeral Service and announces a minute of silence.

- A minute of silence.

Reader (girl) reads an excerpt from R. Rozhdestvensky’s poem “Requiem”

Black stone,
Black stone.
Why are you silent?
Black stone?
Is this what you wanted?
Have you ever dreamed of
Become a gravestone
The unknown soldier?
Black stone.
Why are you silent?
Black stone?
Are the stones to blame?
What's somewhere underground
Do soldiers sleep too long?
Nameless soldiers
Unknown soldiers...
And above them the grass dries.
And above them the stars fade.
And the orange sun spreads across the sky.
Time moves on them...
But once upon a time, but once upon a time
Someone in the world remembered the name
Unknown Soldier!
After all, even before death
He had many friends.
After all, he still lives in the world
Very old mother.

Reader (female)).

Bullet,
Life mowed down by sons,
The mother was overcome with burning pain.
No one with hope
And love
She can now wait under her own roof.
I became exhausted from muffled sobs,
Dozed off
And she dreamed
As if she -
Russia itself,
Mother of a hundred million sons.
It's like being in a field
A scorched whirlwind,
Where the last fight burns out.
Calls,
Calling by name
sons,
That they won't come home.
Selflessly brave and beautiful,
Those who gave their lives so that she could live...
Russia will never forget them,
How can the seas not be dredged to the bottom?
The snow is smoking
It's soaked in blood
The mother walks quietly among the dead
And with stern patient sorrow
They put eternity at the headboard.
And the strength in the soul never runs out
And the future lies before her,
Because she is Russia -
Mother of a hundred million sons!

Sounds into the recording songs by A. Rosenbaum “Babi Yar”

Reader (female)) reads a poem by N. Burova

I didn’t give birth to a son for war!
She didn’t give him the primer for war.
I was worried, proud, sad,
Lifelong lover, like a mother,
Ready to darn and wash,
And wait for stingy, slow letters
From some outskirts of the country.
I didn’t give birth to a son for war!
His yesterday's ringing voice,
And now a cheerful basso
Confirms my faith in life and happiness,
And somewhere in the sunny world he wanders
The threat of death, hunger and darkness -
Cold minds work...
I didn’t give birth to a son for war.

Reader (female)) reads an excerpt from V. Zakrutkin’s story “Mother of Man”

- Well, hello, son... Hello, Vasenka, my little blood.

Now, when the child was lying next to Maria, and she, carefully clasping him with her hand, listened to how he was breathing quietly and evenly, she felt that in this quiet infant breathing of the person she had given birth to lay her whole life.

At that moment, it seemed to Mary that she gave birth to them all, defenseless, scattered by the war across the unpleasant, gloomy fields of small people, from whom she, who gave birth to their mother, must ward off death.

It seemed to her that in the whistling of bullets and the roar of shells, in the rampant murder, cruelty, blood, she gave birth not only to a son, but, shuddering from excruciating pain and happiness, she gave birth to all the children of the tormented land, demanding from her, the mother, protection and affection.

“You will all live,” Maria whispered, “you will all live...”

Reader (youth): Everything that is sacred and dear to us is illuminated by the name of the mother. The farmer, turning to the earth, gratefully says: “Thank you, nurse-mother.” A soldier in battle with the enemy fights for his native mother land. The earth is tired of war... Tired... Why do we forget that people are born for life, for creation, for love?

Vocal group performing a song"My land"

Reader (girl)

Rotating in space, captivated by its orbit
Not a year, not two, but millions of years,
I'm so tired... My flesh is covered
Scars of wounds - there is no living space!
Why are people so afraid of each other?
Have you forgotten about the earth itself?
After all, I can die and remain
A charred grain of sand in the smoky haze.

Music is playing- Birdsong. Everyone approaches the center - the Earth. Children present flowers to veterans and mothers.

Readers read in turns (boy, girl)

And walks on the Earth
Barefoot Memory -
Small woman.
She goes,
Crossing ditches, -
She does not need any visas or registration.
There is a widow's loneliness in her eyes,
That is the depth of a mother's sadness.
She goes,
Leaving your comfort
Not about yourself - worrying about the world.
And the monuments honor her,
And the obelisks bow to the waist.

1st presenter:

Every year on May 9 we turn to the fact that every family will be sacred forever. The Great Patriotic War... It affected every family. And we will always remember the terrible price paid for victory: millions of human lives, and there is nothing more valuable in the world than human life.

2nd presenter:

Every year on these May days, our people remember the terrible years of war, we honor the memory of fallen heroes, and we bow to the living. Although more than half a century has passed since Victory Day, time has no power over the memory of people of different generations. That is why we have gathered here today.

1st reader- To those who went into battle for their homeland, survived and won.

2nd reader- To those who froze in the trenches on cold nights.

3rd reader- To those who sank at river crossings.

4th reader- To those who have sunk for centuries nameless in fascist captivity.

5th reader- Dedicated to everyone who went into immortality, survived and won...

1st presenter: The last minutes of peaceful life passed.

1st reader:

June...The sunset was approaching evening.

And the sea overflowed during the white night,

And the sonorous laughter of the guys was heard,

Those who do not know, those who do not know grief.

2nd reader:

June. We didn't know then

Walking from school evenings,

What's between peace and war

Just five minutes left!

Attention! Attention! Moscow speaks! Today, at 4 o'clock in the morning, without a declaration of war, German troops attacked our country!

On stage, a young man and a girl freeze standing and holding hands, then read poetry)

When will I see you again

Your trembling eyelashes...

When will I see you again

Your sad eyes...

Why are you silent, say a word,

The war tells us to be separated.

Why are you silent, say a word.

Trains go into flames.

Why did you call me beloved?

That long-awaited bright night?

Why did you call me beloved?

Now my path cannot be changed!

Love must be indivisible.

She, like starlight, is immortal...

Love must be indivisible

War cannot divide love!

I'm leaving to come back...

Look, the sky is already on fire.

I'm leaving to return

A sword is raised above our happiness.

I believe the meeting will be repeated.

I'll be with you, wherever you are...

I believe the meeting will happen again,

How thousands of happy meetings!

(The song “Dark Night” plays in the recording. Against the background of music, they move in different directions.)

2nd presenter:

Such young, completely foolish graduates met yesterday's German invaders and stood up to defend their homeland. The only thing they were surprised by was that they had suddenly become adults since the beginning of the war. Of the 1941 graduates, only 7% remained alive by the end of the war.

1st presenter:

War does not have a woman's face. But where the men cried, the woman did not cry. Women stood up throughout our vast country: in a factory workshop, in a rye field, at a child’s cradle, at the operating table... and the front did not waver.

3rd reader:

We know, like no one else in the world,

Wars are despair and darkness.

More and more women and children

Then we worked in the rear.

2nd presenter:

Fulfillment of production tasks was then the law. Just as at the front, the order was unquestioning, so in the rear it was obligatory to fulfill its norm: the rear worked for the front, the rear worked for Victory.

4th reader:

Palms with abrasions and cracks

Long accustomed to work,

And I carry it on a woman’s shoulders

People cannot measure it.

1st presenter:

The soldiers fought for peace. In the respites between battles, in cramped dugouts and cold trenches, they wrote letters home. Letters were sent without envelopes, folded into a triangle.

The song “Zemlyanka” (K. Listov, A. Surkov) is played. Three boys depict fighters at a campsite near a “bonfire” who write “letters.”

1 child:

Dear mommy!

Don't remember me in tears,

Leave your worries and worries.

The path is not close, the native land is far away,

But I will return to the familiar threshold!

2nd child:

My love is still with you

The Motherland is with you, you are not alone, dear.

You are visible to me when I go into battle,

Defending your great happiness.

And I will respond to concern with heroism,

I'm far away, but I'll be back.

And you, dear, will come out to meet me.

(The boys fold the letters into triangles, get up and leave)

2nd presenter:

The war lasted 4 terrible years - 1418 days and nights. On May 9, 1945, Berlin, the last stronghold of fascism, fell. The entire sky exploded with fireworks of the long-awaited victory.

8th reader:

On the ninth day of jubilant May,

When silence fell on the ground,

The news rushed from edge to edge:

The world has won! The war is over!

In the name of the Fatherland -

In the name of the living -

In the name of the future -

1st presenter:

More than 20 million Soviet people died during the Great Patriotic War. A minute of silence is announced. Let us honor the memory of the fallen.

2nd presenter:

The path to victory was long and difficult. A low bow to the soldiers who fulfilled their duty to the Motherland with honor. To those who returned home and to those who fell on the battlefields. Many years have passed, but people remember this significant date and celebrate it solemnly.

5th child

For the native country people

Gave their lives

We will never forget

Those who fell in valiant battle.

6th child

Get up early this morning

Go out into the city and take a look:

How veterans walk

With orders on his chest.

7th child

Our grandfathers remember

About the old days

Worn in honor of Victory

Military orders!

Song "Great Grandfather"

1st presenter:

We, the young generation of Russia, will always remember the heroic exploits of our people during the Great Patriotic War. The names of the heroes who gave their lives for our future will forever remain in our hearts.

2nd presenter:

We will never forget those who, without sparing their lives, won freedom and happiness for future generations. We promise to study hard in order to be worthy of our great Motherland, our heroic people.

1st reader.

The Victory Banner is scarlet - a symbol of friendship and happiness of people!

2nd reader.

The scarlet Victory Banner means peace for the planet of people!

3rd reader.

Happy spring holiday!

Happy Victory Day!

The song “Victory Day” is performed

Olga Polozova
Musical and literary composition for May 9 for children of senior preschool age

Scenario

musical and literary composition,

Target: Convey to Children's holiday meaning"Victory Day", cultivate love and respect for the memory of fallen soldiers.

Tasks:1. Arouse interest in the military history of our Motherland, army, people.

2. To develop citizenship, a sense of love and pride for the Motherland.

3. Cultivate moral and patriotic qualities children through musical- aesthetic education.

4. Orient parents towards civic education children in the family.

Characters: presenters – adults

Progress of the event

Junior children preschool age pass and are seated in the hall before the start of the holiday. Children senior preschool age children enter the hall to the music"Victory Day" D. Tukhmanova, holding flowers, flags, blue scarves and fireworks ribbons.

Children seniors and preparatory groups perform formation changes under music.

Methodist: Good afternoon, dear guests! Very soon, on May 9, our entire country will celebrate a glorious holiday - Victory Day. 70 years have passed since the day the Soviet Army and our people defeated Nazi Germany.

Presenter: We celebrate many holidays,

We all dance, play, 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 is solemn, glorious,

The whole country celebrates it.

1st child: I know from dad, I know from grandfather:

On the ninth of May Victory came to us!

All the people expected a victorious day,

That day became the most joyful holiday!

2nd: The people defended the Fatherland,

He walked bravely into a formidable battle,

People did not spare their lives

Dear for the Fatherland!

3rd: Did your fathers and grandfathers bring it?

Happiness to the people of the whole earth,

We glorify on the bright Victory Day

All those who went into great battle!

4th: When Victory Day comes,

Gardens are blooming, fields are blooming.

When Victory Day comes -

The whole earth breathes in spring!

5th: When Victory Day comes,

The sun rises earlier.

And, like one big family,

Our people are marching in columns!

6th: When Victory Day comes,

They sound and music, and laughter,

And, accepting congratulations,

We congratulate everyone!

Song of your choice musical the leader is played by children senior preschool age

Presenter: 70 years of our glorious Victory. And we remember with gratitude our warriors, 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, clear sky. Eternal glory to them!

Honored guests came to our kindergarten to share the joy of Victory. Let's welcome them. (The presenter introduces the veterans by name.)

Methodist: We got this Victory at a great price! And it is very important that people never forget those terrible days of the war. Today we will remember how it was.

An audio recording is playing music performed by a brass band. Children play with each other, with toys, and read books. It sounds like a waltz.

Leading joyfully: (to the sounds of a waltz)

The country woke up peacefully on this June day.

Its lilacs have just unfurled in the parks.

The country greeted the morning rejoicing in the sun and peace...

(the presenter suddenly falls silent and music, and the children freeze with objects in their hands)

Sounds "Air Raid", the children scatter to their places, the siren stops

Leading tragically:

Suddenly, sad words echoed across the airwaves.

The soundtrack of the song is playing "Holy war" background.

Presenter. (reads in the background)

And the people stood up, hearing the call of the country.

And on the fronts of that great war

Soldiers bravely went into mortal combat

For our Motherland, for you and me! (song fades out)

Two boys in military uniforms with machine guns enter the hall.

1st child. Did you bequeath to us to die, Motherland?

Life promised, love promised, Motherland!

2nd child. Are children born for death, Motherland?

Did you want our death, Motherland?

1st child. The flame hit the sky. Do you remember, Motherland?

2nd child: Quiet said: "Rise to the rescue", Motherland.

Presenter: The border guards were the first to enter the battle; they fiercely defended the borders of our Motherland. But the enemy was advancing and more and more soldiers began to leave for the front. Seeing their fathers, sons, and brothers off to war, women tenderly and touchingly said goodbye to them.

"Farewell Waltz" dance composition

Presenter: Every day and every hour there was a battle for the vastness of our country. All forces were used to stop the enemy. Fierce battles took place on the seas, rivers, on land and in the sky, in forests and swamps.

Dramatization of the poem by S. Marshak We are military. (Preparatory group)

Children come out in costumes with elements of military uniforms. Before each 4th verse, the presenter reads out the names of the soldiers by branch of the military.

Telephone operator (with phone)

Hello, Hello, Jupiter, I am Diamond.

I can hardly hear you at all.

We occupied the village with a fight,

How are you, hello, hello.

Sailor (looks through binoculars) .

There's an airplane on the horizon.

Full speed ahead, forward!

Prepare for battle crew,

Leave us, our fighter.

Submachine gunner: (with automatic) .

So I climbed into the attic.

Perhaps there is an enemy lurking here.

We clean the house behind the house,

We will find the enemy everywhere.

Private (in a cap, with an order.)

I'm a young infantryman.

He fought with a fascist near Moscow.

More than once I went on reconnaissance missions,

The colonel awarded me.

Pilot (with map) .

The infantry is here, and the tanks are here.

Seven minutes left to fly.

The combat order is clear.

ALL: The enemy will not leave us.

(Children sit down, a sailor comes out)

Sailor: Our banner flies red above the ship,

And behind the stern is an azure wave.

We will grow up and become sailors,

We will protect you, country!

"Sailors' Dance" - performed by the boys of the preparatory group.

Presenter: During the war, poets and composers They composed many good, heartfelt songs that soldiers loved to sing during their rest hours. The song always helped maintain the morale of soldiers in between battles and at rest. Artists came to the front and performed for the soldiers. These were songs about the Motherland, about mothers, about a beloved home.

Adults perform a medley of war songs.

Presenter: Our people endured a terrible and difficult war and emerged victorious. Everyone, young and old, rose up to fight the enemy. Women worked in the rear and old men: fired shells, sewed clothes, treated the wounded. “Everything for the front, everything for Victory!”- the slogan of the war years sounded!

Child: 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.

And the children helped the adults: extinguished incendiary bombs dropped from fascist planes. They worked in factories along with adults, helping to grow bread and potatoes. And this was very difficult, because they did not sleep enough and were malnourished.

Scene (Senior group)

Brother and sister waiting for their mother. Sister wrapped in old shawl, plays with dolls, brother repairs a stool.

Sister: So cold! And mom doesn't come.

Perhaps she will bring us some bread.

Well, at least where to find a tiny one,

I'm afraid to go to bed hungry.

Brother: Don’t I want to eat?

Want! But I still remain silent.

After all, where our dad is now,

Heavier than ours.

The shells don't explode here,

And you and I have a home.

And most importantly, the Nazis are far away.

And who in the country has it easy now!

Sister: Do you remember pancakes with jam?

Tea with mom's cookies

Which she baked on holidays.

Now I could eat it all by myself!

Brother: You're talking about food again!

It would be better not to poison my soul!

The more often you remember her,

The more hungry you feel.

And I don't need memories.

Sister: And here you can hear mom’s steps!

Brother (strictly) Don't you dare whine in front of her,

Let her rest first. (sit down)

Presenter: The mother returned, but they never saw their father. (Light a candle) And many did not return from the war, but in the windows of the houses a candle burned day and night - a sign that they remember and are waiting for those who went to war to come home. But there is a fire that evokes special feelings and special memories in people. This is the fire on the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.

There are many such graves on our land. These graves contain the remains of soldiers who died on the battlefield during the war. The ashes of one of these soldiers are buried near the Kremlin wall in Moscow. Therefore on the tombstone written: “Your name is unknown. Your feat is immortal". This inscription means that people will always remember that the fallen soldiers defended their Motherland, their relatives and friends, their children and grandchildren. In honor of the victory over fascism, the Eternal Flame burns so that people do not forget about the exploits of our heroes.

1st child: People come to the Eternal Flame.

(preg. gr) They come to bow low

To those who died in a brutal war,

The Motherland is proud of their exploits.

2nd: Fire burns in rain, snow, and hail,

The blizzard and wind will not notice it.

The feat of valiant soldiers is immortal.

Both adults and children bring flowers

3rd: To those who stood for their homeland,

So that the war could not happen again.

People come to the Eternal Flame,

They come to bow deeply.

Children seniors groups perform the song "The Veterans Are Coming"

Presenter: I ask everyone to stand up, (stand near the chairs) Let's honor the memory of the fallen with a minute of silence.

Minute of silence (metronome)

Presenter: Please everyone sit down. Through the centuries, through the years, remember, never forget the terrible years of war.

1st child: No! - we declare to war,

To all evil and black forces,

The grass should be green

And the sky is blue-blue.

2nd child: We need a colorful world.

And we will all be glad

When they disappear on earth

All bullets and shells.

Presenter: The war lasted four long years. The enemy gradually began to weaken, the soldiers of our Motherland advanced to liberate the Russian land. But where did the Soviet soldiers get their strength? They were helped by letters from their homeland. When the battle stops, a soldier sits in a trench, takes out a piece of paper and a small pencil, and writes a couple of lines home. And in response he receives letters from his own mothers, from his beloved wives and children. This gave strength to the fighters; they knew that they were waiting for them home and fought even more fiercely. Every day triangle letters arrived from the front

Adults sing a song "In the dugout"

Presenter: Our valiant army drove the enemy not only from our lands, but also liberated the peoples of other countries captured by the Nazis in Germany. Their feat is immortal. The heroes of that war received awards, orders and medals.

Child: My great-grandfather is a hero!

He defended the country

Sometimes he doesn't sleep at night,

How will he remember that war?

He was wounded twice

He recovered and returned to duty.

And again fighting with the enemy,

My great-grandfather is a hero!

There has been no war for a long time,

But in memory she

Fighters like grandfather

Don't forget, country!

Song "Great grandfather" solo

Presenter: On the ninth day of jubilant May,

When silence fell on the ground,

The news rushed from the edge to the edges:

The world has won! The war is over!

Victory Day! The long-awaited holiday!

Peaceful blue skies.

Peoples, countries remember on earth,

On this day the war ended!

1st child: The war ended in victory,

Those years are behind us.

Medals and orders are burning

On many people's chests.

2nd child: Who wears the military order

For exploits in battle.

And who - for the feat of labor,

In my native land.

3rd child: We need world: to you and me,

And to all the children in the world.

And the dawn should be peaceful

Which we will meet tomorrow.

4th child: We want to live under a peaceful sky,

And rejoice and be friends,

We want it to be everywhere on the planet

Children did not know war at all!

Preparatory group girls perform a dance with blue scarves "Peaceful Sky".

Presenter: Time passes. War veterans are passing away. But people who have accomplished feats must live forever - in their hearts and memories children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

1st child: Thank you for the bright light of the sun,

For the joy of life in every moment of ours,

For the trills of the nightingale, and for the dawn,

And beyond the fields of blooming daisies.

2nd child: - Yes! The terrible hour is behind us.

We only learned about the war from books.

Thank you, we love you very much!

Bows to you from girls and boys!

Children present flowers to visiting veterans.

3rd 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.

4th child: The columns are marching in an even formation,

And songs flow here and there,

And in the sky of hero cities

Festive fireworks sparkle. (T. Shabatin)

Children perform composition with colorful ribbons "Victory Salute".

Children leave the hall to the songs of the war years.

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The material is selected in accordance with the age category. The development includes poems by Soviet writers about the war, historical information about the course of the Second World War, and additional material for dramatizing poems. The combination of sound and literary accompaniment helps children get into the mood of those events.

Goals and objectives:

Formation of the foundations of a worldview and interest in social phenomena;
Fostering a sense of patriotism and pride in the Soviet people.
Ideas about the active role of man in the life of society.
Nurturing cognitive activity.
Education of political consciousness.
Development of the desire to learn more about the Motherland, about its defenders and their exploits.
Development of inclinations towards artistic creativity.

Equipment: Audio recordings: the voice of I. Levitan about the beginning of the Great Patriotic War, the end of the Great Patriotic War, P.I. Tchaikovsky “Waltz of the Flowers”, Mozart “Requiem Lacrimosa”, the song “Victory Day”, “Farewell of the Slav”, backing track of the song “Darkie” ; movement of the clock's second hand, a candle, leaves from Tanya Savicheva's diary, imitation of a fire.

Progress of the event

The “Waltz of the Flowers” by P.I. Tchaikovsky sounds. A girl in a dress and with braided pigtails and a boy in shorts and with a fishing rod come out.

Girl.

An apple tree blooms over a quiet river.
The gardens stand thoughtfully.
What an elegant homeland,
She herself is like a wonderful garden!

The river plays with riffles,
The fish in it are all made of silver,
What a rich homeland,
You can’t count her goodness!

A leisurely wave is flowing,
The vastness of the fields is pleasing to the eye.
What a happy homeland
And this happiness is all for us!

Boy.

In the morning the sun rises,
He's calling us to the street.
I leave the house:
- Hello, my street!

I sing in silence too
The birds sing along with me.
The herbs whisper to me on the way:
- Hurry up, my friend, grow up!

I answer to herbs,
I answer the wind
I answer the sun:
- Hello, my Motherland!

Teacher. It was a fine summer day. The school year has ended. Graduation parties were held at schools. Tenth graders said goodbye to school and prepared to enter the big world. Everyone had their own plans...

Children come on stage and recite poems.

Student.

It seemed cold to the flowers
and they faded slightly from the dew.
The dawn that walked through the grass and bushes,
searched through German binoculars.

Pupil.

A flower, covered in dewdrops, clung to the flower,
and the border guard extended his hands to them.
And the Germans, having finished drinking coffee, at that moment
they climbed into the tanks and closed the hatches.

Pupil.

Everything breathed such silence,
it seemed that the whole earth was still asleep.
Who knew that between peace and war
Only about five minutes left!

Student.

I wouldn't sing about anything else,
and would glorify my journey all my life,
if only a modest army trumpeter
I sounded the alarm for these five minutes.

The children sit down. “Farewell of the Slav” sounds. The boys on stage put on their caps, say goodbye to the girls and march off the stage. The girls wave their handkerchiefs after the departing “soldiers.” Wiping away tears.

Teacher. On June 22, 1941, the most terrible war in human history began - the Great Patriotic War. The Great Patriotic War was the most deadly and destructive. She took with her millions of lives, did not spare either the elderly or children, and wiped out thousands of cities and villages from the face of the earth.

Student.

The regiments are concentrated against us,
The enemy attacked a peaceful country.
White night, the whitest night
Started this black war!
Whether he wants it or not,
And he will get his from the war:
Soon even days, not just nights,
They will become, will become black for him!

Pupil.

The longest day of the year
With its cloudless weather
He gave us a common misfortune
For everyone, for all four years.
She made such a mark
And laid so many on the ground,
That twenty years and thirty years
The living cannot believe that they are alive.
And straightened the ticket to the dead,
Someone close to you is coming
And time adds to the lists
Someone else, someone else not...

Teacher. The Great Patriotic War lasted 4 long years - one thousand four hundred and eighty days. From Moscow to Berlin 2600 kilometers. If you travel by train, then it’s more than two days, if you fly by plane, it’s three hours, and if you dash and jump, it’s four years.

27 million dead over 2600 kilometers. This is almost 10,400 killed per kilometer, which is 10 people per square meter of land.

27 million dead in 1418 days. That's 19,000 killed every day, that's 800 people per hour, that's 13 people every minute.

27 million deaths in relation to the entire population of that time, this is one in six. Every sixth resident died.

Teacher. After heavy battles, in those moments when our valiant warriors were resting, songs were heard very often.

Children come on stage and perform the song “Darkie”.

Teacher. For every warrior, “news” from family and friends was important. With what impatience they awaited news from home! Often in the evenings, between battles, sitting by the fire, they wrote home.

Boys dressed as soldiers come on stage, sit around the fire and write letters. An audio recording of Mozart's Lacrimosa Requiem is played.

Boy(imitates writing a letter)

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 when from distant places
No letters will arrive
Wait until you get bored
To everyone who is waiting together.
Wait for me and I will come back,
All deaths are out of spite.
Whoever didn't wait for me, let him
He will say: “Lucky.”
They don’t understand, those who didn’t expect them,
Like in the middle of fire
By your expectation
You saved me.
We'll know how I survived
Just you and me, -
You just knew how to wait
Like no one else.

Teacher. Not only adults, but also children stood up to defend the Fatherland. They helped in the rear and at the front. Twenty thousand pioneers received the medal "For the Defense of Moscow." Fifteen thousand two hundred and forty-nine young Leningraders were awarded medals for the defense of Leningrad.

Girls dressed as soldiers appear on stage.

Girl.

Uncompressed rye swings.
The soldiers are walking along it.
We too, girls, are walking,
Look like guys.

Girl.

No, it’s not the houses that are burning -
My youth is on fire...
Girls go to war
Look like guys.

Teacher. Children and war are incompatible concepts. Boys and girls who ended up in the war had to give up their childhood.

SKETCH

A boy and a girl perform a skit. The sister, wrapped in a shawl, plays with a doll.

Sister:

So cold! And mom doesn't come.
Perhaps she will bring us some bread?
Well, at least where to find a tiny one,
I'm afraid to go to bed hungry.
Brother is repairing a stool.

Brother:

Don't I want to eat?
Want!
But I still remain silent.
After all, where our dad is now,
Heavier than ours.
The shells don't explode here,
And you and I have a home.
And most importantly, the Nazis are far away.
And who has it easy in the country?

Sister:

Do you remember pancakes with jam?
Tea with mom's cookies
Which she baked on holidays.
Now I could eat it all by myself!

Brother:

You're talking about food again
It would be better not to poison my soul!
The more often you remember her,
The more hungry you feel.
And I don’t need these memories.

Sister: And now mother’s steps can be heard.

Brother:

Don't you dare whine in front of her.
Let her rest first.

Teacher. Yes, there was nothing to eat. An adult working person was given 250 grams per day, those who did not work and children were given 125 grams of bread made from a mixture of sawdust and flour per day. People were dying of hunger. Whole families died. People could not stand hunger and terrible frosts in winter.

Much has been written about how scary it was to live in besieged Leningrad. But the heaviest narrative contains only seven lines. This is the diary of a twelve-year-old resident of Leningrad, Tanya Savicheva. The child's hand, losing strength from hunger, wrote unevenly and sparingly. The fragile soul, struck by unbearable suffering, was no longer capable of living emotions. Tanya simply recorded the real facts of her life - the tragic “visits of death” to her home

Children appear on stage holding in their hands “pages” from the diary of Tanya Savicheva, a resident of besieged Leningrad. The children read and show the girl’s notes.

Student 7."Everyone died." "There's only Tanya left"

The children leave the stage.

Student.

Behind loss is loss,
My peers are fading away.
Hit our square
Even though the battles have long passed.
What to do?-
Pressed into the ground,
Protect your mortal body?
No, I don't accept this
That's not what we're talking about at all.
Who mastered the forty-first,
Will fight to the end.
Oh charred nerves,
Burnt hearts!..

Teacher. Yes, the war brought a lot of grief. There were dead in every house, the ground was drenched in blood. But our people survived. Soviet soldiers drove the Nazis out of our land and drove them all the way home. And then the Germans realized that it was impossible to cope with such a strong people. And they gave up and admitted defeat. On May 8, 1945, an act of unconditional surrender of Nazi Germany was signed in the city of Potsdam. And on May 9 they announced the victory of the Soviet people over German Germany.

Student.

War is over,
But singed by the song
Above every house
She's still circling
And we won't forget
What's twenty seven million
Gone into immortality
To live with us.

Teacher. In memory of the victims, I ask everyone to stand. Let us bow our heads before the greatness of the Russian soldier’s feat. Let us honor the memory of all those who died in the war with a minute of silence.

The teacher lights a candle, a recording of the movement of the second hand of the clock sounds. The children stand up and bow their heads.

Student.

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.

The song “Victory Day” is playing.

Teacher. The symbol of VICTORY DAY is the carnation. The carnations, blazing with a red flame, seemed to remind passers-by: a lot of blood was shed for the Victory, a lot of lives were given... And these carnations are given to those who won this victory and freedom for us - veterans, and those who did not return from the battlefields - they are placed at the monument and eternal fire.

Children present carnations to veterans present at the celebration.

Target: to contribute to the formation of patriotic feelings in schoolchildren, a sense of involvement in the history of their country, its past.

Tasks:

expand students’ knowledge about the Great Patriotic War,
develop students' creative abilities,
to form the aesthetic feelings of schoolchildren.

Decor: multimedia presentations for songs about war (classes prepare presentations for the competition in advance).

1st presenter: Today our country celebrates one of the most significant holidays - Victory Day. This is “joy with tears in the eyes,” as one poet said. Indeed, on this day both joy and sorrow are nearby.

2nd presenter: There is no family in Russia that was spared by the war. Therefore, on this day, every family remembers those who remained on the battlefields and those who established a peaceful life after the war.

3rd presenter: They also congratulate those soldiers of the Great Patriotic War who are alive today, and there are fewer and fewer of them; today the youngest soldiers of the last military conscription are already well over seventy. Many veterans have not only grandchildren, but also great-grandchildren and even great-great-grandchildren.

4th presenter: War... From Brest to Moscow 1000 kilometers, from Moscow to Berlin - 1600. Total 2600 kilometers.

1st presenter: This is speaking in the terse language of numbers. So little, isn't it? 2600 kilometers. By train - four days, by plane - four hours, and by running on one's bellies - four long, endless years.

2nd 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!”

3rd presenter: This is the victory achieved by fire and blood at Stalingrad, this is the feat of the heroes of the Kursk Bulge, this is the storming of Berlin, this is the memory of the hearts of the entire people.

4th presenter: To forget the past means to betray the memory of the people who died for the happiness of the Motherland.

1st presenter: No, neither we nor future generations should forget about this.

2nd presenter: If a minute of silence was declared for every person who died in the Second World War, the world would be silent for fifty years.

Song "Holy War", presentation 8 "A" class.

Reader 4:

Did you bequeath to us to die, Motherland?
Life promised, love promised, Motherland!

Reader 5:

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

Reader 4:

The flame hit the sky - do you remember, Motherland?
She said quietly: “Get up to help...” - Motherland.

Reader 5:

Nobody asked you for fame, Motherland.
Everyone simply had a choice: me or the Motherland.

Reader 4:

The best and dearest thing is the Motherland.
Your grief is our grief, Motherland.

Reader 5:

Your truth is our truth, Motherland.
Your glory is our glory, Motherland! ( R. Rozhdestvensky. "Requiem").

The song “We will not stand behind the price” is performed.

Reader 6.

We are here with you not because of the date,
Like an evil splinter, the memory burns in the chest,
To the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier
Come on holidays and weekdays.
He protected you on the battlefield
He fell without taking a step back,
And this hero has a name:
The Soviet army is a simple soldier.

3rd presenter: In Moscow, at the Kremlin wall, at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, the Eternal Flame always burns. The words are written there: “Your name is unknown, your feat is not forgotten.”

4th presenter: And in Kaliningrad, as in any other city of our great country, the Eternal Flame always burns in memory of those who did not spare their lives for the sake of millions of lives of others - our lives.

1st presenter:

Let's remember everyone by name,
Let us remember with our hearts.
It's not the dead who need it,
This is necessary - alive!

2nd presenter: Let us honor the memory of those killed during the Great Patriotic War with a minute of silence.

MINUTE OF SILENCE (Metronome).

Reader 7:

Fewer and fewer veterans every year
We meet at the eternal flame,
Which were mined in 45
Victory for you and for me.
Gray-haired veterans go to the fire,
To honor fallen front-line friends,
And many of the wounds of that war ache,
Over the years, more and even stronger.
Congratulations to everyone on the Victory Day,
After all, sixty have already passed since then,
When fathers and even our grandfathers,
The Nazis were given a memorable rebuff! ( "For Victory Day." Chebotnyagin A.S.).

3rd presenter: For many kids today, the Great Patriotic War is almost as distant a past as the war with Napoleon. And that’s why young people with swastikas appear on Russian soil.

4th presenter: And some historians begin to speculate on what would have happened if Soviet soldiers had not blocked the way for the Nazis.

1st presenter: But they didn’t reason, they simply stood until the last: in Brest and Stalingrad, near Kursk and in besieged Leningrad. They stood and withstood their land, their birches.

The vocal group performs the song “The Last Battle.”

Readers-1, 2, 3a poem by K. Simonov is read against the background of quiet music« Wait for me".

2nd presenter: It was they, the young soldiers, who bore the brunt of the war on their shoulders.

3rd presenter: The Great Patriotic War lasted 1418 days. The fascist barbarians destroyed and burned over 70 thousand cities, towns and villages of our Motherland.

4th presenter: They destroyed 84 thousand schools, 334 higher educational institutions.

1st presenter: The enemy spared neither women, nor the elderly, nor children. The war claimed millions of lives of Soviet people.

1st reader:

They drove the mothers with their children
And they forced me to dig a hole, but they themselves
They stood there, a bunch of savages,
And they laughed in hoarse voices.
Lined up at the edge of the abyss
Powerless women, skinny guys.
A drunken major came with copper eyes
He looked around the doomed...

2nd reader:

muddy rain
Hummed through the foliage of neighboring groves
And on the fields, clothed in darkness,
And the clouds descended over the earth,
Chasing each other furiously...
No, I won't forget this day,
I will never forget, forever!
I saw rivers crying like children,
And Mother Earth wept in rage.
I saw with my own eyes,
Like the mournful sun, washed with tears,
Through the cloud it came out into the fields,
The children were kissed for the last time,
Last time...

3rd reader:

The autumn forest rustled. It seemed that now
He went crazy. raged angrily
Its foliage. The darkness was thickening all around.
I heard: a powerful oak suddenly fell,
He fell, letting out a heavy sigh.

1st reader:

The children were suddenly seized with fear -
They huddled close to their mothers, clinging to their hems.
And there was a sharp sound of a shot,
Breaking the curse
What came out of the woman alone.
Child, sick little boy,
He hid his head in the folds of his dress
Not an old woman yet. She
I looked, full of horror.
How can she not lose her mind?
I understood everything, little one understood everything.

2nd reader:

- Hide me, mommy! Do not die! –

1st reader:

He cries and, like a leaf, cannot stop trembling.
The child that is dearest to her,
Bending down, she lifted her mother with both hands,
She pressed it to her heart, directly against the muzzle...

2nd reader:

- I, mother, want to live. No need, mom!
Let me go, let me go! What are you waiting for? –

1st reader:

And the child wants to escape from his arms,
And the crying is terrible, and the voice is thin,
And it pierces your heart like a knife.

Adult reader:

- Don't be afraid, my boy. Now you can breathe freely.
Close your eyes, but don't hide your head,
So that the executioner doesn't bury you alive.
Be patient, son, be patient. It won't hurt now. –
And he closed his eyes. And the blood ran red,
A red ribbon snakes around the neck.
Two lives fall to the ground, merging,
Two lives and one love!
Thunder struck. The wind whistled through the clouds.
The earth began to cry in deaf anguish,
Oh, how many tears, hot and flammable!
My land, tell me, what's wrong with you?
You have often seen human grief,
You have bloomed for us for millions of years,
But have you experienced it at least once?
Such a shame and such barbarity?
My country, your enemies threaten you,
But raise the banner of great truth higher,
Wash its lands with bloody tears,
And let its rays pierce
Let them destroy mercilessly
Those barbarians, those savages,
That the blood of children is swallowed greedily,
The blood of our mothers...

2nd presenter: There were no equals to the Soviet man in perseverance, courage, and skill.

3rd presenter: It was these people who turned the course of the war not only in their direction, but also in favor of the allies and brought victory to the countries of Europe, thereby changing the entire course of world history.

Against the backdrop of the song “At a Nameless Height”, presentation of grade 8 “B”.

Reader 9.

Let's go to mortal combat with enemies
Her eagles, her sons.
Their mother waits for them for years:
Perhaps they will still come back from the war...
Sleeping near Mamayev Kurgan,
Near Stalingrad, one son,
The other is in the middle of the sea-ocean,
Among the gloomy Baltic depths.
And the youngest is near the Danube:
The medals say...
And the mother still believes, waiting,
That the children will return to the house.
Sits motionless by the road
With a frozen stone face...
Or maybe this is a strict profile
Carved on stone with a chisel? ( L. Zabashta. "Mother").

Presentation of grade 7 “B” against the background of the song “Cranes”.

Reader 10.

When fireworks thundered from one end to another.
Soldiers, you gave to the planet
Great May, victorious May.
Even then we were not in the world,
When in a military firestorm
Deciding the fate of future centuries,
You fought a holy battle.
Even then we were not in the world,
When you came home with victory,
Soldiers of May, glory to you forever
From all the earth, from all the earth.

Against the background of the song “May Waltz”, a presentation by students of grade 7 “B”.

Reader 11.

The war is long over

And on their chests are medals
They burn like memorable dates -
For Brest, Moscow, for Stalingrad
And for the blockade of Leningrad,
For Kerch, Odessa and Belgrade,
For all the shell fragments.
And at night you still
I dream about the battles near the Bug somewhere,
And the “Messers” scribble point-blank,
And you can’t rise out of the hollow.
The lieutenant is calling to attack,
But he immediately falls, defeated...
And at home they will wait a long time,
But they will just wait for the funeral.
On the same day and time
You rush to meet your friends,
But every year there are fewer of you,
And you will forgive us for this,
That they couldn’t save you,
Your wounds have not been healed.
And here at the place of these meetings
The grandchildren of veterans come.
The war is long over.
The soldiers returned from the war a long time ago.
And on their chests are medals
They burn like memorable dates.
To all of you who endured that war -
In the rear or on the battlefields, -
Brought a victorious spring, -
Bow and memory of generations.

1st presenter: We, the young generation of Russia, will always remember the heroic exploits of our people during the Great Patriotic War.

2nd presenter: Let the names of the heroes who gave their lives for our future remain in our hearts forever.

3rd presenter: We will never forget those who, without sparing their lives, won freedom and happiness for future generations.

Reader 12.

I am one of those who have not seen war,
But she burned me too...
And again in the middle of silence
I'm standing at a soldier's grave.
Time has stood still... The granite is getting cold...
There comes a moment of silence.
And the fire speaks to me -
Voice of memory... Voice of sadness...

Reader 13.

“In this flame is our destiny.
Our songs and youth are gray.
There are ears of bread above the ground,
Cranes are flying above the ground...”
Names... Names... Names...
All those who went into the sacred flame.
But the war is still overtaking
Veterans who stayed with us.

Reader 12.

The flame is beating... And the sky is ringing...
And they stand on guard of honor
Those boys they
Once protected from a bullet.
Look what eyes
The soldiers of my generation.
And a thunderstorm reached them -
This is a memory touch.

Reader 13.

It is in them that life continues
Those who fell in the crimson dew,
Those who lie in the epic field
And over whom the birches bent.
Look at the Eternal Flame -
He is in the hearts of the restless and young.
Eternal feat - eternal pain.
And the scorched strings ring...
Memory! We are forever faithful to her. (Elena Senyavskaya).

The readers read an excerpt from R. Rozhdestvensky's "Requiem".

13th reader.