The scenario for this event was created as part of the annual school project"Memory of the Heart", dedicated to honoring veterans on the eve of Victory Day. The materials were collected by children with the support of teachers, parents and the community of the neighborhood.
Scenario for honoring veterans of the Great Patriotic War.
Slide 1.
Bells of Memory.
Slide 2 . (S. Rachmaninov. Vokalise)
Teacher:
To the boys playing war
I will hold it out in my big palms
Two dozen taken at random
Tin little soldiers.
Look more carefully, my friend, -
This one has no arms, and this one has no legs.
The third is black, his teeth are just like chalk,
Apparently he burned alive in the tank.
On the fourth - orders, like a shield,
He was killed in Berlin in May.
And here is this one in the thick dawn
In 1943 he drowned in the Dnieper.
The sixth has a tear in his eye -
Forty years ago my eyes were blown out.
I’ll hand a handful of soldiers to the guys:
Don't play war, boys.
Slide 3. (bell ringing)
Scene 1. (our time)
Baby: What is this? Can you hear?
Adult: These are bells. Bells of memory...
Baby: Memory? Do such things really exist?
Adult: It happens, listen, it’s memory itself speaking...
Baby: But is memory ever alive?
Adult: 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!
Slide 4 . (Levitan: declaration of war)
1 presenter: The pages of the history of our Motherland are filled with courage.
2 presenter: And the highest peak of this courage was the Great Patriotic War.
1 presenter: This war, the most popular and truly the most sacred of all wars on earth, will forever remain a great lesson in human courage.
2 presenter: There are still people in the world who taught this lesson to all of humanity.
1 presenter: You can also look at their faces, into their eyes, hear their simple, ingenuous stories about those times...
Slide 5.
2 presenter: Of course, historians can scrupulously count the number of divisions that took part in a particular battle, the number of burned villages, destroyed cities...
1 presenter: But they cannot tell how a seven-year-old girl felt, before whose eyes her sister and brother were torn apart by a bomb.
2 presenter: What was the hungry ten year old boy thinking about? besieged Leningrad, boiling a leather shoe in water, looking at the corpses of his relatives. They can tell about this themselves.
Slide 6 . (Mozart. “Requiem”), guys in soldier’s uniform come out.
1 soldier: Did you bequeath to us to die,
Homeland?
Life promised, love promised,
Motherland!
2 soldiers: Are children born for death?
Homeland?
Did you really want us to die?
Homeland?
1 soldier: The flame hit the sky - do you remember
Homeland?
She said quietly: “Get up to help...”
Homeland.
2 soldiers: Nobody asked you for fame,
Homeland.
Everyone just had a choice: me or -
Homeland?
1 soldier: The best and most expensive -
Motherland!
Your grief is our grief,
Homeland.
2 soldiers: Your truth is our truth,
Homeland.
Your glory is our glory,
Motherland!
Slide 7.
Reader 1: On the chest - orders,
There is gray hair at the temples,
The military campaigns are behind us.
Don't be sad, old man,
What the war stole
Your best young years.
Reader 2: Dreaming about the Dnieper and Mozdok
And an alarm beep.
You dream of bayonet attacks.
Trains – to the east.
Clouds - to the east,
You are heading west, under bullets and tanks.
Slide 8.
Reader 1: At twenty years old gray hair...
Don't be sad, old man,
Fate has destined us to have a difficult age.
Your gray hair for us,
Your orders for us
Every year it becomes dearer and dearer.
Reader 2: There is gray hair at the temples.
There is silence outside the window.
May it never explode.
Let the gray hair come
But the country remained
What is called Great Russia!
Slide 9.
Reader 3: Look at the living,
While they are alive...
Remember their scars and gray hair.
Their courage in those years was thunderous
Saved a free country from slavery.
Look at the living ones.
They met death after all.
And to this day they sometimes dream of death.
They are sad
They mourn at night
About those friends who sleep in damp ground.
Slide 10.
1 presenter : Dedicated to everyone who survived the terrible times of the war, who was still a child, but already understood what “Motherland”, “Fatherland” means, who did not return from the battlefields...
Slide 11 . (V. Agapkin. “Farewell of the Slav”)
Reader 4: ...And we didn’t get to play war.
We didn’t play it – she played us:
We ran to the front as boys,
From the carriage roofs they looked at the country,
Harsh, in wrinkled trenches,
In the gray hairs of unmown fields,
In villages under the silence of poplars
And in the thin-necked orphan cranes.
They caught us in frenzied train stations,
They drove them from the roofs, took them off the buffers.
And we ran so that - be healthy,
Although it is unknown where the soul was sitting.
Scene 2.
On the platform, mother and son say goodbye. They become different sides scenes.
Mother: Taking a boy to the front
Comrade military doctor...
Son: My mom, mommy,
Don't pet me and don't cry!
I'm wearing a military uniform.
Don't pet me in front of others!
I'm wearing a military uniform.
I'm wearing your boots.
Do not Cry!
I'm already twelve
I'm almost an adult...
Mother: Double, double, double
Rail tracks...
Son: There are documents in my pocket,
The military seal is strict.
There are documents in my pocket,
According to which I am the son of the regiment,
Illustrious, guards,
Tested in fire...
I'm going to the front, I hope
That the Browning will be given to me.
That I won’t be afraid when attacking,
That my time has come...
Seeing me, old women
They groan heavily:
“Son, little soldier...
The days have come..."
My mother, my mother!
Explain everything to them quickly!
Tell me what this is for
Are they yelling at me?
Why are they petting me?
Why do they call me son?
And they whisper something inaudibly, and they shove a warm roll of bread...
My Russia, no need!
Don't pet me! And don't cry!
Don't pet me!
I'm just the future son of the regiment,
And no heroism
I haven't done it yet!
And even you don't understand
What's ahead of me...
Slide 12 . (sound of a departing train)
Mother: Double, double, double
Rail tracks...
Scene 3. (based on the story “Son of the Regiment” by V. Kataev)
Slide 13 . (sounds of the forest, birdsong)
An officer enters the stage on one side, and a lieutenant appears on the other.
Lieutenant: Comrade captain, what do you order to do with the boy?
Captain: With which boy? Oh yes, it completely slipped my mind. So what do you have with the boy? Where is he located?
Lieutenant: While I'm at control platoon. From the scouts.
Captain: Has the little one come to his senses? What is he saying?
Lieutenant: The matter is well known, Comrade Captain. My father died at the front, in the first days of the war. The village was occupied by the Germans. The mother did not want to give the cow away. The mother was killed. Grandma and little sister died of hunger. One left. Then the village was burned down. I went with my bag to collect the pieces. Everyone wanted to go through the front. Yes, the front was far away.
Captain: How old is he?
Lieutenant: Says 12-13. although it doesn't look like more than ten.
Captain: Yes, 12 years old. Therefore, when it all started, he was not yet nine.
Lieutenant: I've been drinking since childhood.
Captain: So what, good guy?
Lieutenant: Wonderful guy. So smart, so smart.
Captain: What's his name?
Lieutenant: Vania. And the last name is so appropriate: Vanya Solntsev.
Captain: Well, that's it, we'll have to send him to the rear.
Lieutenant: It's a pity, comrade captain. Where will he go in the rear? He has no relatives there. An orphan. It will disappear.
Captain: It won't be lost. There are special orphanages for orphans.
Lieutenant: He'll run away, comrade captain.
Captain: That is, how will it escape? Why do you think so?
Lieutenant: If, he says, you start sending me to the rear, I will still run away from you to the front.
Captain: That's what he said?
Lieutenant: That's what he said.
Captain: Well, we'll see about that later. I order the boy to be sent to the rear. Nothing!
The officers pronounce their last phrases as they leave the stage, and two boys appear on the stage from different wings, one in military uniform, the other barefoot, in torn clothes.
Slide 14.
The cavalry boy sees Vanya and props up his sides with serious importance. Vanya watches the officers warily and therefore does not notice the cavalry boy at first.
Boy: Hey you, go back where you came from.
Vania: (looking around) Go yourself, the forest is not yours.
Boy: Here's mine!
Vanya: How?
Boy: So. Our unit is stationed here.
Vania: What department?
Boy: It doesn't concern you. You see, our horses.
Vanya: Who are you?
Boy: Do you understand the insignia?
Vanya: I understand.
Boy: So. Corporal of the Guards Cavalry. It's clear?
Vania: Yes! Corporal! We've seen such corporals!
Boy: But just imagine, corporal (shows a medal). Have you seen it?!
Vania: Great job! And how old are you?
Boy: 14.
Vania: What kind of soldier are you? Interpret! Not allowed. They don't hire people like that.
Boy: But they took me. And they enrolled me on allowance.
Vanya: Fill it up!
Boy: I don't have such a habit.
Vanya: Oh my God!
Boy: Honest Guards.
Vania: But they didn’t take me. At first they took it, and then they said it was not allowed. I even slept in their tent once. From the scouts. At the artillery.
Boy: Therefore, you did not show yourself to them, since they did not want to take you for their son.
Vania: How's that for a son? For what?
Boy: It is known for which. For the son of the regiment. And without this it is not allowed.
Vanya: Are you a son?
Boy: I am the son. For the second year now, brother, our Cossacks have considered me a son. They received me near Smolensk. Brother, Major Voznesensky himself registered me under his last name, since I am an orphan... Well, therefore, go where you came from. Goodbye brother.
Vanya: Goodbye.
The cavalry boy leaves, and Vanya sits down on the stage step, looking down, the 2nd presenter comes up from behind and puts his hand on his shoulder.
Slide 15.
2 presenter: The sons of the regiment... hungry and frozen, they were brought to the headquarters dugouts. The commanders and soldiers fed them hot soup and spent hours patiently convincing them to return home. Most often, the boys remained stubbornly silent. They were sent anyway. But after a week or two they appeared again in the neighboring unit. Many of them had nowhere to return - the war took away their home and relatives. And the stern commanders themselves, or at the insistence of experienced soldiers, surrendered, violating the instructions. Some of these sons of the regiment faced a difficult fate - captivity, torture, camps. Many who remained in the occupation came face to face with the horrors perpetrated by the new regime.
Slide 16.
1 presenter: The military generation of children: how, how they lived, how they fought the enemy, what they died for...
These guys became adults overnight - on June 22, 1941, and from that moment they bore all the hardships of war on their fragile shoulders just like adults: they fought at the front and worked in the rear, fought in partisan detachments, endured hunger and humiliation in concentration camps, and died. from fascist bullets, their slave labor was used in factories and farms in Germany. Their patriotism during the Great Patriotic War, labor feats and desperate courage will forever remain in the memory of our people.
Slide 17 . (A. Rosenbaum. “Or maybe there was no war...”)
Scene 4.
(boys and girls are sitting at the table, exchanging the latest news)
1 boy: My sister was taken to Germany. We didn't have time to hide it.
2nd boy: And us from own home They kicked me out to live in a barn. My sister started screaming: “This is our house, you know, ours!” And the officer pushed her so hard that she fell and hit the stove and lost consciousness.
1 girl: Mother was in the city; they kept our prisoners behind barbed wire, hungry and exhausted.
2nd girl: And I heard that the radio started working in the city. Partisan. Broadcast from Moscow. The Germans lie that they have already won a victory, but there is a bicycle festival in Moscow. They also say that underground fighters are blowing up bridges and roads.
1 boy: But we are. What we can do? We don't even have weapons.
2nd boy: Blow up bridges and roads! Can you really do this with your bare hands?!
1 girl: I would like to contact the partisans. Where can you find them? You don't even hear about them in Pokrovskoye. We have no forests, only steppe.
I know where to start. Let's write flyers and post them everywhere.
(Takes pencils, tears out pages from the notebook, divides them in half, the guys write, reading aloud)
2nd boy: We know that the enemy can be killed with a sight from only one side, but the rear can be killed from anywhere.
1 boy: So let's fight at least a little to defeat the enemy as soon as possible and free our loved ones who were forcibly taken to Germany
1 girl: They are bullied and starved.
2nd girl: Stand up against the enemy! Death to the Nazis!
2 presenter: The guys put up leaflets. It’s a lot to know in an occupied city that the country has not given up, but is fighting, and victory is near.
Slide 18.
1 presenter: At their first meeting, the Pokrovsky underground workers read a letter from their comrade’s sister. When the girl was taken to Germany, her brother said: “They won’t let you write the truth anyway. If it’s not too hard, write “I’m living normally,” and if it’s completely unbearable, write “I’m living well.” A few months later a letter arrived. All words are blackened out with black paint. All that remained were the words: “I live well.”
Slide 19 . (barking shepherd dogs, sounds of machine gun fire)
Reader 1: A picture emerges from distant times:
Children standing in the square like slaves in Rome.
The well-fed public walks and chooses.
Who needs a farm worker?
Let him clean up after the pigs,
He will eat from the same trough with them...
And these children will go to the factory.
They are big - they are seventeen years old.
They will work. The payment is beatings,
A piece of bread and a bowl of slop.
Dreams and joys are all forgotten...
“Schnell, schnell...” And the door is closed.
Slide 20 . ("Buchenwald Alarm")
2 presenter: The Nazis imagined themselves as gods who have the right to dispose of other people's lives. Their plans were to destroy all Jews, Gypsies, two-thirds of the Slavs, and turn the rest into slaves. The future of a nation is its children. And so the enemies also sent children to concentration camps. They were burned, gassed, and shot.
Slide 21 . (metronome sound)
1 presenter: Stop! Stop! Time, freeze! Stop and look back. Look back at them, who are not there now, who are now looking at us from the stone from the heights of their monuments. Stop! Stop! Never pass by a granite wall on which in gilded letters are inscribed the names of those who fell on the battlefield, were tortured in fascist dungeons, burned, hanged, destroyed, but still unconquered. Stop at the Red Wall, stained with the blood of the dead, the Red Wall - a bloody wall.
Slide 22-23. (Chopin plays)
Reader 6: I've never seen war
And I can’t imagine its horror,
But the fact that our world wants silence,
Today I understand very clearly.
Reader 7: 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.
Reader 6: Thank you that we didn't have to
Imagine and recognize such torment.
It was all your share:
Anxiety, cold, hunger and separation.
Reader 7: 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!
Slide 24 . (song “You survived, soldier”)
2 presenter: 27 million people died in this war...
1 presenter: Let us honor the memory of the fallen by rising...
Slide 25.
2 presenter: and this spring the eighteen-year-old sons of Russia will stand up to defend our Motherland, so that our homes will be warm and homely, so that the enemy cannot disturb the peace of our family and friends.
Slide 26 . (Performance of the song “Russian Guy” by everyone).
November 22 is 50 years since the tragic death of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, President of the United States. I visited his grave at Arlington National Cemetery, where the eternal flame was lit. And she couldn’t hold back her tears.
I wanted to write an article, but it’s so difficult. What can I add to those thousands of articles, books, films... I will only say that my parents told me how sincerely they sympathized and worried when this terrible news came. They and their friends were shocked, regretted how tragically the life of a young man, the President, was cut short, and sincerely sympathized with his wife, children, and relatives. They also feared that the new president might start a war. Actually, the war then began – in Vietnam.
From all that I have read these days on the Internet, I have singled out three paragraphs for myself. The first is from Wikipedia, which reports general information. The second is about how this murder was filmed. These tragic images spread all over the world. And the third paragraph is the words of the American documentary director Errol Morris, who expressed everything that I feel.
"John Fitzgerald "Jack" Kennedy (John Fitzgerald "Jack" Kennedy, known as JFK; May 29, 1917, Brookline - November 22, 1963, Dallas) - 35th President of the United States from January 20, 1961 to November 22, 1963. Kennedy is the only president US Catholic, first president born in the 20th century. Kennedy's almost three-year presidency, interrupted by his mysterious assassination, was marked Cuban missile crisis, serious steps towards equal rights for blacks, the beginning space program USA Apollo.
“On the sunny day of November 22, 1963, Dallas tailor Abraham Zapruder, armed with a Bell + Howell movie camera, shot 486 frames on 8mm film that would very soon again appear on screens around the world, for the JFK assassination was about to turn half a century old.”
“These 26 seconds have been repeatedly called the most important in the history of cinema, especially the famous 313th frame, which was kept secret for 12 years after that fateful day, and for good reason. Some believe he changed US history and culture. " We want to see the world safe, says American documentary director Errol Morris. - But here we see how powerful, young, rich, successful man erased from the face of the earth in an instant. What can we say about the rest, about us? »
The memory of John Kennedy is immortalized in the name of the country's largest airport, in the streets and squares. And from the Kennedy Space Center, American astronauts fly to the vastness of the Universe.
In Canada, the memory of the American president is honored. There is Kennedy Street in Montreal, at the beginning of which there is a gray pedestal with a bust.
While president, John Kennedy was in Ottawa for a short visit. The residence of the Governor General of Canada, Rideau Hall, is surrounded by a large park. Many trees in it are planted with outstanding politicians, heads of state.
