Scenario for the extracurricular event “Children of War. Scenario for extracurricular activity "Children of War"

Extracurricular activity

Dedicated to the children of war

Target:

1. To form students’ understanding of the Great Patriotic War and its heroes.

2. Show what great historical significance Victory Day – May 9 – has in the history of our country.

3. Promote interest in the history of your Fatherland.

4. Development and education of patriotic feelings using vivid examples of the heroism of our army, courage and courage of the people.

5. Foster a sense of duty, patriotism, love for the Motherland and the awareness that the duty of every citizen is to protect the Motherland.

Progress of extracurricular activities

Teacher:Every year on May 9, our entire country celebrates Victory Day in the Great Patriotic War. And we dedicate our today’s lesson on citizenship and patriotism to this topic.

Dear Guys! Today we have gathered to remember and honor the memory of girls and boys just like you, who loved to sing songs and play. Study, live in friendship. But for such a life, they had to pay too high a price.

What do people dream about most? All good people want peace on Earth, so that bullets will never whistle on our planet, shells will not explode, and children and all life on Earth will not die from these bullets and shells. Let us remember today that terrible phenomenon, which is briefly called “war”. There have been many wars on earth, and even now they do not stop. We will remember the war, which is not called the Great for nothing. How much grief it brought, how many human lives it took from different nations. In those years, the entire globe was in alarm. But it was the children who suffered the most. They showed so much courage and heroism, standing up like adults to defend our country. Children took part in battles, fought both in partisan detachments and behind enemy lines. Many died.

“Dedicated to the children of war” (1st slide)

“Children and war - there is no more terrible convergence of opposite things in the world.” A. Tvardovsky.

Not sparing yourself in the fire of war,

Sparing no effort in the name of the Motherland,

Children of the heroic country

They were real heroes!

R. Rozhdestvensky.

Teacher:Before the war, these were the most ordinary boys and girls. They studied, helped their elders, played, ran and jumped, broke their noses, and the hour came - they showed how huge a small child’s heart can become when sacred love for the Motherland and hatred for its enemies flares up in it. Little heroes of the big war. They fought alongside their elders - fathers, brothers. They fought everywhere. At sea, in the sky, in a partisan detachment, in the Brest Fortress, in the Kerch catacombs, underground, in factories. And the young hearts did not waver for a moment! Their matured childhood was filled with such trials that, even if a very talented writer had invented them, it would have been difficult to believe. But it was. It was in the history of our great country, it was in the destinies of its little children - ordinary boys and girls. “June 1941” (2nd slide) On that distant summer day, June 22, 1941, people were doing their usual business. Schoolchildren were preparing for their prom. Girls built huts and played “mothers and daughters”, restless boys rode on wooden horses, imagining themselves as Red Army soldiers. And no one suspected that pleasant chores, lively games, and many lives would be destroyed by one terrible word - war. Not with ringing fires, but with a bitter, sizzling fire, the earth broke out at the June dawn of forty-first. Children of war. They grew up early and quickly. This is a childish burden, a war, and they drank it in full measure.

“War does not have a childish face” (3rd slide.) The song “Holy War” plays

1 student:

Sunny early morning in June,

At the hour when the country awakened,

Sounded for the first time for young people -

This is the terrible word “War”.

2nd student:

To reach you, forty-fifth,

Through hardship, pain and misfortune,

The boys left their childhood

In the forty-first year.

On June 22, 1941, a big, brutal war began. Our entire people rose up to fight the Nazi invaders. Both old and young went to the front. Our soldiers left in trains to defend their Motherland, not yet knowing that the war would not end soon.

Slide 4 “Everything for the front, everything for victory” - the motto sounded everywhere. And in the rear there were women, old people, children. They faced many trials. They dug trenches, stood at machine tools, extinguished incendiary bombs on the roofs. It was hard.

“Fathers to the front, children to the factories” 5 slide. Boys. Girls. The weight of adversity, disaster, and grief of the war years fell on their fragile shoulders. Children died from bombs and shells, they died of hunger in besieged Leningrad, they were thrown alive into the huts of Belarusian villages engulfed in fire, they were turned into walking skeletons and burned in the crematoria of concentration camps. And they did not bend under this weight. We became stronger in spirit, more courageous, more resilient. Very young fighters fought on the front lines and in partisan detachments along with adults. Before the war, these were the most ordinary boys and girls. We studied, helped elders, played, ran and jumped, broke our noses and knees. Only their relatives, classmates and friends knew their names. Little heroes of the big war. They fought alongside their elders - fathers, brothers. They fought everywhere. And their young hearts did not waver for a moment. In those days, boys and girls, your peers, grew up early: they did not play at war, they lived according to its harsh laws. The greatest love for their people and the greatest hatred for the enemy called the children of the fiery forties to defend their Motherland.

Student 1.

Young beardless heroes,

You remain young forever.

We stand without raising our eyelids.

Pain and anger are the reason now

Eternal gratitude to you all,

Little tough men

Girls worthy of poems.

Student 2.

How many of you? Try to list

You won’t, but it doesn’t matter,

You are with us today, in our thoughts,

In every song, in the light noise of leaves,

Quietly knocking on the window.

Student 3.

And we seem three times stronger,

As if they too were baptized by fire,

Young beardless heroes,

In front of your suddenly revived formation

We are walking mentally today.

Teacher:Many young heroes died in the struggle for peace and freedom of our Motherland during the Great Patriotic War. You will see their portraits today, it’s as if they are with us.

The heroes will not be forgotten, believe me!

Even if the war ended long ago,

But still all children

The names of the dead are called out.

Stories about heroes (accompanied by a slide show)

Valya Zenkina (slides 6) The Brest Fortress was the first to take the enemy's blow. Bombs and shells exploded, walls collapsed, people died both in the fortress and in the city of Brest. From the first minutes, Valya’s father went into battle. He left and did not return, died a hero, like many defenders of the Brest Fortress. And the Nazis forced Valya to make her way into the fortress under fire in order to convey to its defenders the demand to surrender. Valya made her way into the fortress, talked about the atrocities of the Nazis, explained what weapons they had, indicated their location and stayed to help our soldiers. She bandaged the wounded, collected cartridges and brought them to the soldiers. There was not enough water in the fortress, it was divided by sip. The thirst was painful, but Valya again and again refused her sip: the wounded needed water. When the command of the Brest Fortress decided to take the children and women out from under fire and transport them to the other side of the Mukhavets River - there was no other way to save their lives - the little nurse Valya Zenkina asked to be left with the soldiers. But an order is an order, and then she vowed to continue the fight against the enemy until complete victory. And Valya kept her vow. Various trials befell her. But she survived. She survived. And she continued her struggle in the partisan detachment. She fought bravely, along with adults. For courage and bravery, the Motherland awarded its young daughter the Order of the Red Star.

Zina Portnova (slide 7 ) - underground worker. The war found Zina in the village where she came for the holidays. She took part in daring operations against the enemy and distributed leaflets. She was betrayed by a traitor. The brave young patriot was brutally tortured, but remained steadfast until the last minute. She distributed leaflets, knowing German, and obtained important information about the enemy behind enemy lines. Executed by the Germans and posthumously awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.

Valya Kotik (slide 8) – Born in the village of a collective farm carpenter in the Ukrainian village of Khmelevka. At the age of 6 I went to school. On November 7, 1939, at a ceremonial gathering, he was accepted into the pioneers. He became an underground worker, then joined the partisans, and daring boyish attacks with sabotage and arson began. A young partisan, he had the skills of conspiracy, collecting weapons for the partisans right under the noses of the Nazis. He lived for 14 years and another week, was awarded the Order of the Patriotic War, 1st degree, and was buried in the kindergarten in front of the school where he studied. The Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR awarded him the title of Hero of the Soviet Union. The famous Soviet poet Mikhail Svetlov dedicated poems to the young partisan:

We remember the recent battles; more than one feat was accomplished in them. A brave boy, Kitty Valentin, has joined the family of our glorious heroes.

Marat Kazei (slide 9) - partisan intelligence officer, he obtained a lot of useful information. During the next reconnaissance, he was surrounded by the Nazis, waited until the ring closed, and blew himself up along with the enemies. Marat was a scout at the headquarters of the partisan brigade named after. K.K. Rokossovsky. I went on reconnaissance missions, both alone and with a group. Participated in raids. He blew up the echelons. For the battle in January 1943, when, wounded, he roused his comrades to attack and made his way through the enemy ring, Marat received the medal “For Courage” and “For Military Merit.” On May 11, 1944, returning from a mission, Marat and the reconnaissance commander stumbled upon the Germans. The commander was killed immediately, Marat, firing back, lay down in a hollow. There was nowhere to leave in the open field, and there was no opportunity - Marat was seriously wounded. While there were cartridges, he held the defense, and when the magazine was empty, he picked up his last weapon - two grenades, which he did not remove from his belt. He threw one at the Germans, and left the second. When the Germans came very close, he blew himself up along with the enemies. The title of Hero of the Soviet Union was awarded to Marat Kazei in 1965, 21 years after his death. In Minsk, a monument was erected to the hero, depicting a young man a moment before his heroic death.

Lenya Golikov (slide 10). He was, like us, a schoolboy. Lived in a village in the Novgorod region. In 1941, he became a partisan, went on reconnaissance missions, and together with his comrades blew up enemy warehouses and bridges. Lenya hit a car with a grenade in which the fascist general Richard Wirtz was driving. The general rushed to run, but Lenya killed the invader with a well-aimed shot, took the briefcase with valuable documents and took him to the partisan camp. In December 1942, the partisan detachment was surrounded by the Germans. After fierce fighting, they managed to break through the encirclement, leaving 50 people in the ranks. Food and ammunition were running out. At night in January 1943, 27 partisans came to the village of Ostro-Luka. They occupied three huts, reconnaissance did not notice the German garrison located nearby. In the morning, fighting back, we had to retreat to the forest. In that battle, the entire brigade headquarters and Lenya Golikov were killed. For his heroic feat in the fight against the Nazi invaders and special services in organizing the partisan movement, Lenya Golikov was posthumously awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.

Slide 11: “Leningrad children”... When these words were heard in the Urals and beyond the Urals, in Tashkent and Kuibyshev, in Alma-Ata and Frunze, a person’s heart sank. The war brought grief to everyone, but most of all to children. So much had befallen them that everyone wanted to take at least part of this nightmare off their children’s shoulders. “Leningraders” sounded like a password. And everyone rushed to meet us in every corner of our country. Throughout their lives, people who survived the blockade carried a reverent attitude towards every crumb of bread, trying to ensure that their children and grandchildren never experienced hunger and deprivation. This attitude turns out to be more eloquent than words.

Photos about Tanya Savicheva: slide 12. Song "Leningrad Boys" (by click).

Among the incriminating documents presented at the Nuremberg trials was a small notebook from Leningrad schoolgirl Tanya Savicheva. It's only nine pages long. Six of them have dates. And behind each one is death. Six pages - six deaths. Nothing more than compressed, laconic notes: “December 28, 1941. Zhenya died... Grandmother died on January 25, 1942, March 17, Leka died, Uncle Vasya died on April 13. May 10, Uncle Lesha, mother - May 15.” . And then - without date: “The Savichevs died. Everyone died. Tanya is the only one left." A twelve-year-old girl told people so sincerely and concisely about the war, which brought so much grief and suffering to her and her loved ones, that even today shocked people of different ages and nationalities stop before these lines, carefully written by a child’s hand, and peer at the simple and terrible words. The diary is today exhibited at the Museum of the History of Leningrad, and a copy of it is in the window of one of the pavilions of the Piskarevsky Memorial Cemetery. It was not possible to save Tanya either. Even after she was taken out of the besieged city, the girl, exhausted by hunger and suffering, was no longer able to get up.

Slide 13: Vitya Khomenko passed his heroic path of struggle against the fascists in the underground organization “Nikolaev Center”. At school, Vitya’s German was “excellent,” and the underground workers instructed the pioneer to get a job in the officers’ mess. The officers began sending the fast, smart boy on errands, and soon he was made a messenger at headquarters. It could never have occurred to them that the most secret packages were the first to be read by the underground workers at the turnout. Vitya received the task of crossing the front line to establish contact with Moscow. On December 5, 1942, ten underground members were captured by the Nazis and executed. Among them are two boys - Shura Kober and Vitya Khomenko. They lived as heroes and died as heroes. The Order of the Patriotic War, 1st degree - posthumously - was awarded by the Motherland to its fearless son. The school where he studied is named after Vitya Khomenko.

Student:

He was in reconnaissance, they took him into battle

They went on missions with him,

Only the Nazis caught the hero,

And they took me for interrogation.

A terrible pain went through his body,

What did you learn from us?

Again the Nazis tortured the hero,

But he didn’t say a word in response.

And they only learned from him

The Russian word “No”! The crack of a machine gun was heard dryly...

Presses with damp earth...

Our hero died as a soldier,

Loyal to my native country.

Slide 14. Arkady Kamanin dreamed of the sky when he was still just a boy. When the war began, he went to work at an aircraft factory, then at an airfield and took advantage of every opportunity to take to the skies. Experienced pilots, even if only for a few minutes, sometimes trusted him to fly the plane. One day the cockpit glass was broken by an enemy bullet. The pilot was blinded. Losing consciousness, he managed to hand over control to Arkady, and the boy landed the plane at his airfield. After this, Arkady was allowed to seriously study flying, and soon he began to fly on his own. One day, from above, a young pilot saw our plane shot down by the Nazis. Under heavy mortar fire, Arkady landed, carried the pilot into his plane, took off and returned to his own. The Order of the Red Star shone on his chest. For participation in battles with the enemy, Arkady was awarded the second Order of the Red Star. By that time he had already become an experienced pilot, although he was fifteen years old. Arkady Kamanin fought with the Nazis until the victory. The young hero dreamed of the sky and conquered the sky!

Slide 15. Volodya Dubinin was one of the members of the partisan detachment that fought in the quarries of Old Karantina (Kamysh Burun) near Kerch. Pioneers Volodya Dubinin, as well as Vanya Gritsenko and Tolya Kovalev fought together with the adults in the detachment. They brought ammunition, water, food, and went on reconnaissance missions. The invaders fought with a detachment of quarries and walled up the exits from it. Since Volodya was the smallest, he managed to get to the surface through very narrow manholes without being noticed by enemies. After the liberation of Kerch, Volodya Dubinin volunteered to help sappers in clearing the approaches to the quarries. The mine explosion killed the sapper and Volodya Dubinin, who helped him. The young intelligence officer Volodya Dubinin was posthumously awarded the Order of the Red Banner.

Slide 16. Young heroes. Boys and girls who have become on par with adults. Songs have been written about them, books have been written, streets and ships are named after them... How old were they? Twelve - fourteen. Many of these guys never became adults, their lives were cut short at dawn... And let everyone ask themselves the question: “Could I have done this?” - and, having answered himself sincerely and honestly, he will think about how to live and study today in order to be worthy of the memory of his wonderful peers, the young citizens of our country. 13 million children died in World War II. What is more valuable to us than our children? What does any nation have that is more valuable? Any mother? Any father? The best people on earth are children.

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!

The song “Victory Day” is playing. Slide 17.

Teacher. This year our country will celebrate Victory Day in the same way as it did back in 1945. This holiday remains joyful and tragic. The people's pride in the Great Victory, the memory of the terrible price that our people paid for it, will never disappear from the people's memory. That war claimed more than 20 million lives. But these sacrifices were not in vain, the Nazis were defeated. On May 9, 1945, Berlin, the last stronghold of fascism, fell. The entire sky exploded with fireworks of the long-awaited victory. These are not all heroes. We don't even know anything about many of them. But those that are famous, you should know them by name: Marks Krotov, Albert Kupsha, Sanya Kolesnikov, Borya Kuleshin, Vitya Khomenko, Volodya Kaznacheev, Shura Kober, Valya Kotik, Volodya Dubinin, Valerik Volkov, Valya Zenkina, Zina Portnova, Marat Kazei , Lenya Golikov...

Student:

I recently watched an old war film

And I don't know who to ask

Why to our people and our country

I had to endure so much grief.

Children learned their childhood in the ruins of houses,

This memory will never be killed,

Quinoa is their food, and the dugout is their shelter,

And the dream is to live to see Victory.

I'm watching an old movie and I dream

So that there are no wars and deaths,

So that the mothers of the country do not have to bury

Your sons forever young.

Let the hearts, worried, freeze,

Let them call for peaceful affairs,

Heroes never die

Heroes live in our memory!

Last slide: eternal flame. "Requiem" by Mozart Let us bow our heads to the memory of those who did not return, who remained on the battlefields, died of cold and hunger, and died from their wounds.

Teacher:

The stars are getting brighter, the sky is doves,

But for some reason my heart suddenly squeezes,

When we remember all the children,

Whom that war deprived of childhood.

They could not be protected from death

No strength, no love, no compassion.

They remained in the fiery distance,

So that we don’t forget them today.

And this memory grows in us,

And we can’t escape it anywhere.

What if war suddenly comes again,

Our executed childhood will return to us...

Once again a stingy tear guards the silence,

You dreamed about life when you went to war.

How many young people did not return back then,

Without living, without living, they lie under granite.

Looking into the eternal flame - the radiance of quiet sorrow -

Listen to the holy minute of silence.

A minute of silence.

Organization: MAOU gymnasium No. 35

Locality: Sverdlovsk region, Yekaterinburg

Target:
Expand children's knowledge about the Great Patriotic War of 1941 - 1945.
Foster a sense of pride and respect for the past of your Fatherland.
To promote respect for older people and a desire to learn more about the lives of children during the war.

Tasks:
Develop moral feelings of empathy and gratitude.
Foster a sense of patriotism and respect for older people.
Foster a caring attitude towards the traditions of your people.
Materials:
multimedia presentation “Children of War”;
phonograms “From the Soviet Information Bureau”, “Cranes”, “Holy War” “Buchenwald Alarm” “Oh, war, what have you done…” “Nothing is forgotten, no one is forgotten”, “Victory Day”.
Exhibition of books.

Parents are invited to attend the event.
Progress of the lesson:

Pupil: You are now 10 or a little older. You were born and raised in a peaceful land. You know well how spring thunderstorms make noise, but you have never heard the thunder of a gun. This year we are celebrating the 70th anniversary of Victory over the Nazi-German invaders. You see how new houses are being built in the city, but you have no idea how easily houses are destroyed under a hail of bombs and shells. You know how dreams end, but it’s hard for you to believe that ending a human life is as easy as a cheerful morning dream.

Student:

Let us remember the serene and happy sleep of a child,
The first ray of sunshine is leisurely,
The smell of apples ripening in the garden
Let's remember the most terrible day of the year.

Pupil : The year is 1941, Time was ticking off the last minutes of the country’s peaceful life - the twenty-second of June... four hours...
PHONOGRAM “HOLY WAR”
(A. Alexandrova, Lebedeva-Kumacha)

The soundtrack of the message “From the Soviet Information Bureau” sounds.

Pupil: So unexpectedly, on an ordinary summer day, June 22, 1941, the most terrible, bloodiest of all the Great Patriotic Wars began. You can count how many years, months and days the war lasted, how much was destroyed and lost, but how can you count the amount of grief and tears that this terrible war made you shed.
(Calm music plays in the background.)

Student:

The war took a terrible toll on children’s destinies,
It was difficult for everyone, difficult for the country,
But childhood is seriously mutilated:
Children suffered greatly from the war...
They were called CHILDREN OF WAR.
What do we know about them?

Student:
Children of war are all children born between September 1929 and September 3, 1945. Now they are veterans and have the status of “Children of the Great Patriotic War.”
Think about these numbers:
Lost every day 9168 children,
Each hour - 382 child,
Every minute - 6 children,
Every 10 seconds – 1 child.

Pupil:

And we will not contradict the memory,
And we often remember the days when
fell on their weak shoulders
A huge, childish problem,
Student:

The land was cruel and snowy,
All people had the same destiny.
They didn’t even have a separate childhood,
And childhood and war were together.
Pupil:

There was a lot of grief during the war years,
And no one will ever consider
How many times on our roads
The war left orphans.
Pupil:

During these years it sometimes seemed
That the world of childhood is empty forever,
That joy won't return
To a city where houses have no walls.
Student:

The girls' laughter was silver.
But the war drowned him out.
And the gray hair of the boyish bangs...
Is there a price for this?
Children of war..How did you survive?
Children of war.. How could they resist?

The presentation slideshow begins.
Pupil:

Posters calling for the front hung everywhere.
The country's factories were left without workers. During the harsh days of the war, children stood next to adults. Schoolchildren earned money for the defense fund, collected warm clothes for front-line soldiers, worked in military factories, were on duty on the roofs of houses during air raids, and gave concerts to wounded soldiers in hospitals.

Student:

Many children fought against fascism with arms in hand, becoming sons and daughters of regiments.
Regimental trumpets were burning for battle.
War thunder rolled over the country.
The fighting boys got into formation:
To the left flag, into the soldier formation.
Their overcoats were too big,
You can’t find boots in the whole regiment,
But they still knew how to fight
Don't retreat, but win.
Adult courage lived in their hearts,
At twelve years old they are strong as adults,
They reached the Reichstag with victory -
Sons of the regiments of their country.

Pupil:
Children fought in partisan detachments alongside adults.
Children of war... How many of them, little brave hearts, how much love and devotion to their Motherland... Who are they, these boys and girls? Fearless heroes... Eaglets of the Great Patriotic War!
Let's remember everyone by name,
With grief we remember our...
It's not the dead who need it,
The living need this!
(Light a candle)
Portraits of pioneer heroes on the screen .

Student:
Lenya Golikov died on January 24, 1943 in an unequal battle near the village of Ostraya Luka, Novgorod region.
Lenya Golikov started out as a simple patrolman and observer, but quickly learned explosives. Lenya destroyed 78 fascist soldiers and officers, participated in the explosion of 27 railway and 12 highway bridges, 8 vehicles with ammunition. For his courage, the young partisan was awarded the Order of the Red Banner and the medal "For Courage".

Student:

. Marat Kazei was a scout for the partisans. There was never a time when he failed to complete a task. Marat went on reconnaissance missions, both alone and with a group. Participated in raids. He blew up the echelons. For the battle in January 1943, when, wounded, he roused his comrades to attack and made his way through the enemy ring, Marat received the medal "For Courage".
And in May 1944, Marat died. Returning from a mission together with the reconnaissance commander, they came across the Germans. The commander was killed immediately, Marat, firing back, lay down in a hollow. There was nowhere to leave in the open field, and there was no opportunity - Marat was seriously wounded. While there were cartridges, he held the defense, and when the magazine was empty, he picked up his last weapon - two grenades, which he did not remove from his belt. He threw one at the Germans, and left the second. When the Germans came very close, he blew himself up along with the enemies.

Student:

Children of war
Svetlana Sirena.

Children of war, you didn’t know childhood.
The horror of those years from the bombings is in my eyes.
You lived in fear. Not everyone survived.
The wormwood bitterness is still on my lips.

Children of war, how hungry you were...
How I wanted to collect a handful of grain.
Ears of corn played in the mature fields,
They were set on fire, trampled... War...

Black days from fires and burning
They are incomprehensible to children's hearts.
Why and where did you run then?
Leaving everything, in those bitter days.

Where are you, my dear ones, responding?!
How many years separated people?
Children of war, as before, brace yourself!
More good and joyful days to you!

Student:
From stories and books I know the war,
That made many children orphans.
What made gray-haired mothers cry.
I know the war from stories and books.

I see walls, a house torn apart by bombs.
Smoke from fires, blackening ashes all around.
From stories and books I see war.

From stories and books I hear war
I hear the roar of guns and the screams of wounded people.
I hear the sigh of the partisans, who became silent for a moment.
From stories and books I hear war.

I don’t know war, but why do I need it?
I want to live peacefully and sing hymns to beauty.
We need to strengthen peace so that always and everywhere
If only they knew about the past war.

Phonogram "Victory Day"
(D. Tukhmanova, V. Kharitonova)

The war has passed, the suffering has passed.
Let her memory be true
Keep about this torment
And the children of today's children
And our grandchildren's grandchildren!

Pupil:
We know all the fearless heroes.
We bow our knee to the memory of the fallen,
And flowers fall on granite slabs...
Yes, no one is forgotten, nothing is forgotten.
Glory to you, brave ones, glory to you, fearless ones!
The people sing eternal glory to you.
Living valiantly, crushing death,
Your memory will never die!

Pupil:

A minute of silence...
Bow down, both young and old.
In honor of those who are for happiness,
Who gave his life for life.
If they wanted to honor every child of war with a minute of silence, then humanity would have to remain silent for 25 years.
Children of war-
And it blows cold,
Children of war-
And it smells like hunger.
Children of war-
And my hair stands on end -
On children's bangs
Gray stripes.
The earth is washed
With children's tears
Soviet children
And not Soviet ones.
Their blood runs red
On the parade ground with poppies,
The grass has drooped
Where the children cried.-
Children of war-
And the pain is desperate!
Oh, how much do they need?
Minutes of silence.
I have no reason to worry
So that that war is not forgotten:
After all, this memory is our conscience,
We need her as a force... (Yu, Voronov)

There are no children in war

Mom, look how blue the sky is! Was the sky always there?

Always, daughter.

Was there always sun too?

Yes, dear, there was always sunshine.

And this beautiful flower has always grown here?

No, my sunshine, once there was only burnt earth here... Then there was a war...

Mommy, what is war?..

Presenter 1 . Time has its own memory - history. And therefore, the world never forgets about the tragedies that shook the planet in different eras, including brutal wars, because even now somewhere there is also a war going on, bullets are whistling, houses are crumbling from shells and children’s cribs are burning.

Presenter 2 . Our conversation today is a return to people's memory. In memory of everything experienced by both adults and children in those ruthless years. After all, time is increasingly taking away witnesses and participants, those who were there, who knew, who saw and suffered the pain and horror of loss, and the joy of hope in anticipation of victory.

Presenter 3. However, it was so long ago

It’s as if it didn’t happen and was made up...

Maybe seen in a movie

Maybe it was read in the novel...

Presenter 4 . This is not all made up... After all, today Among us live elderly people who were 8-12 years old during the war, and they, along with adults, worked in the fields and farms, fought in partisan forests and on the front line, bringing the long-awaited Victory over Nazi Germany closer. “Children of war” - that’s what they call them today. And for modern children they are a living legend of the most terrible war of the 20th century.

Presenter 1 . For the Soviet people it was a holy war in the name of freedom and independence

Our Motherland, in the name of liberating Europe and the whole world from enslavement. Twenty-seven million lives were lost to this war, including thirteen million children. It devastated hundreds of cities and villages, deprived thousands of children of their parents. But the Soviet people won.

Presenter 2 They won because they were devoted to their homeland to the end, because they showed real courage, endurance and bravery. No matter how many generations of people pass through the earth, the Great Patriotic War should never be erased from their memory. Remembering the war and those who brought victory means fighting for peace.

Presenter 3 The war must not be forgotten. When a war is forgotten, the ancient people said, a new one begins, because memory is the main enemy of war.

Presenter 4. There is a saying “There are no children in war.” What do we have more valuable than our children? The war became the common biography of an entire generation of children. Even if they are in the rear, they were still military children.

Presenter 1 .Sunday June 22, 1941 arrived. Schoolchildren have started their summer holidays. Many residents of cities and villages were going to relax on Sunday. Some townspeople were planning a trip outside the city, into nature. In the morning, tram cars were moving, crowded with holiday passengers. We traveled with families and children.

Presenter 2 .June. Russia. Sunday.
Dawn in the arms of silence.
A fragile moment remains
Before the first shots of the war.

In a second the world will explode
Death will lead the parade alley,
And the sun will go out forever
For millions on earth.

Presenter 3What happened, tell me, wind
What pain is there in your eyes?
Isn't the sun so shining?
Or do the herbs in the gardens wither?

Why are people all at dawn
Suddenly froze, eyes wide open?
What happened, tell us, wind,
Is this really war?

Sounded for the first time for young people
This terrible word is war.

Student .

It seemed cold to the flowers

And they faded slightly from the dew,

The dawn that walked through the grass and bushes

We searched through German binoculars.

A flower covered in dewdrops,

I came close 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.

Everything breathed such silence,

It seemed that the whole earth was still asleep.

Who knew that between peace and war

Just some 5 minutes left!

Sunny early morning in June,
At the hour when the country awakened.
Sounded for the first time for young people
This terrible word is war

Presenter 4. From a statement by the Soviet government...Today, at 4 o'clock in the morning, without presenting any claims to the Soviet Union, without declaring war, German troops attacked our country, attacked our borders in many places and bombed our cities from their planes - Zhitomir , Kyiv, Sevastopol, Kaunas and some others. The Red Army and all our people will wage a victorious patriotic war for the Motherland, for honor, for freedom.

...Our cause is just. The enemy will be defeated. Victory will be ours.

Song "Holy War"

Presenter 1 . How suddenly the war burst into their childhood and youth... How many homeless and destitute children, hungry and having lost relatives and friends, wandered along the fiery roads then!

Presenter 2 . Each of them, with a sense of absolute rightness, could now say: “The eyes of my childhood saw so much death, so much cruelty of war, that it seemed that they should be empty.”

Student.

The eyes of a seven year old girl
Like two dimmed lights.
More noticeable on a child's face
Great, heavy melancholy.

She is silent, no matter what you ask,
You joke with her - she’s silent in response,
It's like she's not seven, not eight,
And many, many bitter years

Presenter 3 . At the beginning of the war, the enemy advanced rapidly. There was a hasty evacuation of the western regions of our country. Factory equipment was urgently removed so that the enemy would not get it. They took out adults and children. The evacuation was so hasty that the children were taken out separately along with their kindergartens and pioneer camps, where they then rested. Many families found themselves scattered in different parts of the country. Some are on different front lines. However, not everyone managed to leave their native land before the enemy arrived. Many remained in enemy-occupied lands. The war brought grief, devastation, hunger, fear

Presenter 4 This War stopped children from crying. Children lost parents, brothers and sisters. Sometimes frightened children sat next to the cold bodies of their dead mothers for several days, waiting for their fate to be decided. At best, a Soviet orphanage awaited them, at worst, fascist dungeons. Raised by labor and valor, they grew up early, replacing the dead parents of their brothers and sisters.

Student.

“My father was taken to war.

...The boy is a latch,

But it added to his times

The war has been going on for so many years.

“So what, mother?

So, that means mother

Am I the head of the house?

You start washing your clothes,

And I'm chopping wood!

You say:

Drovets is a bit

Left.

So be it.

Sell the elephant

Sell your whistle!

You can live without them!

Sell the sailor suit, I say!

Now there's no time for rags,

Only you, mom,

Do not be sad!

I won’t leave you!”

Anatoly Bragin

Presenter 1 . Those who ended up in the war lost their childhood forever.
In those terrible, sorrowful years, the children grew up quickly. In a difficult time for the country, at the age of ten to fourteen they were already aware of the involvement of their fate in the fate of the Fatherland, they recognized themselves as a part of their people. They tried to be in no way inferior to adults, often even risking their lives.

ten year old man

Criss-cross blue stripes
On the windows of shrunken huts.
Native thin birch trees
They look anxiously at the sunset.
And the dog on the warm ashes,
Smeared in ash up to the eyes,
He's been looking for someone all day
And he doesn’t find it in the village...
Throwing on an old zip coat,
Through the gardens, without roads,
The boy is in a hurry, in a hurry
In the direction of the sun - straight to the east.
No one on a long journey
Didn't dress him warmer
Nobody hugged me at the door
And he didn’t look after him.
In an unheated, broken bathhouse
Passing the night like an animal,
How long has he been breathing
I couldn’t warm my cold hands!
But never on his cheek
No tears paved the way.
Must be too much at once
His eyes saw it.
Having seen everything, ready for anything,
Falling chest-deep into the snow,
He ran to his fair-haired
Ten year old man.
He knew that somewhere nearby,
Howl maybe behind that mountain,
Him as a friend on a dark evening
The Russian sentry will call out.
And he, clinging to his overcoat,
Relatives hearing voices,
Will tell you everything you looked at
His childish eyes.

(S. Mikhalkov)

Presenter 2 Such young, completely unintelligent graduates of yesterday's schools met the German invaders and stood up to defend their Motherland. 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.

Student.

The boys left with their greatcoats on their shoulders,

The boys left and sang songs bravely.

The boys retreated through the dusty steppes,

Boys died, where they themselves did not know.

The boys ended up in terrible barracks,

Fierce dogs were chasing the boys.

The boys were killed on the spot for escaping.

The boys of conscience and honor were not sold.

The boys did not want to give in to fear,

The boys rose to attack at the sound of the whistle.

In the black smoke of battles, on sloping armor

The boys left, clutching their guns.

The boys - brave soldiers - have seen

Volga - in forty-first,

Spree - in forty-five.

The boys showed for four years,

What are the boys of our people

Presenter 3. I would also like to remember those who, every minute, risking their lives, carried wounded soldiers from the battlefield under heavy fire. Fragile, young, they saved the lives of dozens of fighters and often remained lying there on the battlefield.

Student :

A quarter of the company has already been mowed down...

Prostrate on the snow,

The girl is crying from powerlessness,

Gasps: “I can’t!”

The guy got caught heavy,

There is no more strength to drag him...

(That tired nurse was 18 years old).

Lie down, the wind will blow,

It will become a little easier to breathe.

Centimeter by centimeter

You will continue your way of the cross.

There is a line between life and death -

How fragile are they...

Come to your senses, soldier,

Take a look at your little sister!

If the shells don't find you,

A knife will not finish off a saboteur,

You will receive, sister, a reward -

You will save a person again.

He will return from the infirmary -

Once again you cheated death

And this consciousness alone

It will warm you all your life

I'll sing for you, dear

Blue-eyed girl
Less than nine years old...
The song flows gently, loudly
For hospital white.

And under the sounds of overflows
Someone's brothers and fathers
They remember a happy home,
More fighters ask to sing.

“I’ll sing,” the girl responded, “
Bowing my head low,
-Here, a funeral has come for us...
But I believe: dad is alive!

Maybe one of you by chance
Have you met your dad anywhere?
Somewhere there, on the far side,
Did you fight with your dad?”

And it's like they're to blame
The fact that they are still alive
Suddenly all the soldiers withdraw
A small look from the girl.

Swallowing a tear on the sly,
Sings again until he gets hoarse,
And, like an adult, like a soldier
The soldiers are calling the girl.

Ready to sing endlessly
She sings songs to the wounded,
But at the same time he will ask again,
And in response there was only silence.

And one day, as a reward,
All wounded, but alive,
Dad, honey! Here he is, nearby!
“I will sing for you, dear!”

(L. Schmidt)

Presenter 4. The Nazis spared no one: neither women nor children. Hitler gave this advice to his troops before the attack on our country: “Cruelty is a blessing for the future... The war against Russia cannot be waged in a chivalrous manner. It must be carried out with merciless, merciless and indomitable cruelty.”

And the Nazis diligently carried out this order from Hitler. Thousands of girls and boys were taken to work in Germany; during the years of fascist terror, 18 million people were subjected to torture and abuse in concentration camps, and 2 million of them were brutally tortured and burned in the ovens of crematoria, and how many Belarusian and Ukrainian villages were wiped off the face of the earth !

They and their children drove their mothers away...

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...
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 heard: a powerful oak suddenly fell,
He fell, letting out a heavy sigh.
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...
- I, mother, want to live. No need, mom...
(Musa Jalil)

Student 2 She looked full of horror,
How can she not lose her mind?
I understand everything, I understand everything, little one:
- Hide me, mommy,
Do not die! –
He cries and, like a leaf, holds back
Can't shake.
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...
- I, mother, want to live. No need mom!
Let me go, let me go! What are you waiting for?

Student 3 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.
- 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 turned red
A red ribbon snakes around the neck.
Two lives fall to the ground merging.
Two lives, and one love!

Presenter 1 . Everywhere Hitler’s executioners left behind bloody trails. The world shuddered when it learned about the gas chambers of Majdanek, about the ovens of Auschwitz and other “death factories” in Poland, Alsace, Latvia, Holland, about hundreds of thousands of innocent civilians tortured, gassed, burned, and shot.

Presenter 2. Listen up people! The bells of Khatyn speak to your hearts. With anger and pain they will talk about the tragedy of this village. On March 22, 1943, a detachment of fascist invaders surrounded the village. All residents: old people, children - were driven into a barn and burned alive

Presenter 3. A concentration camp is an area fenced with barbed wire, inside which there were barracks for housing. Every 100 meters there were watchtowers with sentries at the top; the camp was guarded during the day and illuminated by searchlights at night. It was impossible to escape from there, since the Germans had dogs trained to search for prisoners. Those caught were severely punished: they were given public floggings and then executed so that no one would dare to escape.

Children in Auschwitz

Men tortured children.
Smart. On purpose. Skillfully.
They did everyday things
They worked and tortured children.
And this every day again:
Cursing, swearing for no reason...
But the children didn’t understand
What do men want from them?
For what - offensive words,
Beatings, hunger, growling dogs?
And the children thought at first
What kind of disobedience is this?
They couldn't imagine
What was open to everyone:
According to the ancient logic of the earth,
Children expect protection from adults.
And the days went by, as terrible as death,
And the children became exemplary.
But they kept beating them.
Also. Again.
And they were not absolved of guilt.
They grabbed people.
They begged. And they loved it.
But the men had "ideas"
Men tortured children.

I'm alive. I'm breathing. Love people.
But life can be hateful to me,
As soon as I remember: it happened!
Men tortured children!
(Naum Korzhavin)

Song "People of the world, stand up for a minute"

Presenter 4. Sons of the regiments. Young partisans, scouts, tank crews. 300 thousand boys and girls, having lost all their relatives, fled to the front, fought in partisan detachments with one thought: “Avenge the dead.” For courage, fearlessness and heroism, tens of thousands of sons and daughters of regiments, cabin boys and young partisans were awarded orders and medals. And the high title of Hero of the Soviet Union was awarded to Zina Portnova, Lenya Golikov, Valya Kotik, Marat Kazei. Posthumously.

Presenter 1.Who helped forge our common victory? Who shoes, clothes, feeds and supplies the Red Army with weapons to fight the enemy? They were both adults and very young children. Without days off or vacation, with shell boxes under their feet, they worked 14-15 hours a day in factories, growing bread to feed the army, while most often being malnourished themselves.

Children grew up early, replacing older brothers, fathers, and mothers who had gone to the front. In the rear, our peers showed real labor heroism, and therefore received awards, just like their peers at the front.

...Why did you, war, steal their childhood from the boys -

And the blue sky, and the smell of a simple flower?..

The boys of the Urals came to work in the factories,

They positioned the boxes to reach the machine.

And now, in the incorruptible winter of the war year,

When the cold dawn broke over the Kama,

The director of the plant gathered the best workers,

And he was a worker - only fourteen years old...

Harsh time looked into tired faces,

But everyone found their pre-war childhood in themselves,

As soon as the work bonus - a jar of jam -

In front of them, the boys, someone put it on the table.

(V. Radkevich “The Ballad of a Jar of Jam”)

Presenter 2 .Thousands of tons of ferrous and non-ferrous scrap metal were collected by pioneers and schoolchildren during the Patriotic War. One word “front” inspires the guys. In school workshops, with great love and care, they make various parts for mines of other weapons. In Gorky and Kuibyshev, school sewing workshops are famous, in which pioneers sew underwear, scarves, and tunics for the army.

Presenter 3. Together with Komsomol members throughout the Soviet Union, young pioneers more than once went out on Sundays. More than 3 million pioneers took part in just one All-Union Sunday “Pioneers-Front”.

Presenter 4. During the war days, the guys collected thousands of tons of wild useful plants.

About 5 million Soviet schoolchildren worked on the fields of collective and state farms. Tanks, planes, and guns were built at the expense of the pioneers and presented to the most skilled warriors at the request of the children.

Presenter 1 . Order-bearing pilot Tsygankov fights with honor in the fighter “Lenochka for Dad”, he takes revenge for the deceased father of Lenochka Lazarenkova. Pilot Maksimenko fulfilled the order of the Arzam Pioneers. Using the Arzam Pioneer fighter, he shot down 5 fascist vultures himself and 11 collectively.

Presenter 2. The Gorky Pioneer tank crushed and shot a lot of Fritz; The Moscow Pioneer tank column valiantly crushed enemies near Rzhev, Orel, and Sevsk.

And at the same time, the children continued to study.

We studied by the light of smokehouses,

They wrote between the lines of newspapers,
And a piece of black bread

It was sweeter than overseas sweets.

"Not" and "Neither"(Lyudmila Milanich)

Smolensky told me
Boy:
- In our village school
It was a lesson.

We passed through the particles
"Not" and "neither".
And in the village there were Krauts
During these days.

Our schools were robbed
And at home.
Our school has become naked,
Like a prison.

From the gate of the neighbor's hut
Angular
A German was looking through our window
Hourly.

And the teacher said: “The phrase
Let me,
To meet in it right away
"Neither" and "not."

We looked at the soldier
At the gate
And they said: "From retribution
NO damn fascist
WILL NOT leave!"
(S. Marshak)

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.

Let's honor their memory a minute of silence.

The cannonades suffocated.
There is silence in the world.
Once upon a time on the mainland
The war is over
We will live, meet the sunrises,
Believe and love.
Just don't forget this!
Just so as not to forget,
How the sun rose in the burning
And the darkness swirled
And in the river - between the banks -
The blood was flowing.
There were black birches.
Long years.
Tears were cried -
Widows - forever...
Here it is summer again
Solar thread.
Just don't forget this!
Just don't forget!
This is a memory - believe me, people -
The whole earth needs...
If we forget the war, war will come again.

Presenter 1 .Victory! People waited 1418 days for this holiday. This is how many days the Great Patriotic War lasted.

Presenter 2 .Victory...It came to us on May 9, not in a laurel wreath, solemn and calm, no. She came in the guise of an old mother, lowered her weary hands, bowed her head, grieving for those who did not return.

Presenter 3 .Victory! And if children are laughing now, steel is melting and books are being written, it is because Victory has come.

Presenter 4 .No matter how many years pass, we will always remember our family and friends, all those people who died fighting for their Motherland.

Thank you, wartime children,
What strength was enough to overcome all adversity!
You taught us: the most important thing in the world
Learn, believe, live, dream, love!

And we wish you many years with love,
And strength, and strength, peace and goodness,
And most importantly - health! And more health -
I wish you a special school for your children.

Scenario for the evening - portrait "Children of War"

music plays “Children of War” (Mila Nitich)

(presentation from documentaries)

Presenter 1:People slept, putting it off until the morning

All your worries and affairs.

In a bright, quiet house

and cozy

The little girl was sleeping.

Presenter 2: 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.

Presenter 3: The sky floated in bright

star points,

The sky was also waiting for the day,

And no one knew

what's going on this night

At dawn the war began.

Presenter 1:Children and war... There are no more mutually exclusive concepts. Meanwhile, the history of the Great Patriotic War contains many examples of how boys and girls in soldiers’ tunics and their peers in the rear, together with adults, brought Victory closer, sparing no effort and life itself.

Presenter 2: 4 years! 1418 days. 34 thousand hours. And 27 million dead compatriots. This means that 13 people died every minute. And how many of these 27 million are your peers? Children who never grew up?

Presenter 3: Before the war, these were the most ordinary boys and girls. We studied, helped elders, played, ran, jumped, broke our noses and knees. But the hour came, and they showed how huge a child’s heart can become when sacred love for the homeland and hatred for its enemies flare up in it. Little heroes of the big war. They fought alongside their elders - fathers, brothers.

Presenter 1: Yes, war is not a child’s business. But this war was special... It was called the Great Patriotic War because everyone, young and old, rose up to defend the Motherland. The weight of military adversity and disaster fell on the fragile children's shoulders.

Presenter 2: Dear friends, we present to your attentionexcerpt from L. Kosmodemyanskaya’s story “The Tale of Zoya and Shura” performed by Christina Artyukhova, winner of the municipal stage of the All-Russian reading competition “Living Classics”.

Presenter 2: “Children of War” is a terrible combination of two unnatural, impossible words.

Presenter 3: To everyone who saw this war, to everyone who was under 16 then, to everyone whose childhood was scorched black by the war, we dedicate our evening-portrait “Children of War”!!!

Presenter 1: Today our guests are our fellow countrymen, whose childhood was during the harsh years of the Great Patriotic War.

Presenter 2:______________________________________________________________________

________________________________________________________________________________

Presenter 3: The floor is given to history teacher S.M. Levgeev.

Presenter 1: Not sparing yourself in the fire of war,
Sparing no effort in the name of the Motherland,
Children of the heroic country
They were real heroes.

Presenter 2: children's stories about A.E. Lidzhiev, etc. (with presentation)

(guest performances)

Presenter 2: Once upon a time, my grandfather

I was a boy like me.

Only his childhood was difficult,

Because there was a war.

Presenter 1: I know about her from books,

I saw her in the movies -

And grandfather was a boy...

True, it was a long time ago...

(art numbers)

The poem “Why did you, war, steal the boys’ childhood?” (Badminova G.)

Dombra tunes

Song (Erofitskaya Ksenia.)

Song “Kotush” Lysenko Daria

Presenter 2:So that everyone can live in peace without war,

Let the ice of anger and enmity melt.

Let's be friends, people of the whole earth,

May our friendship grow with us.

Presenter 1: Above the blizzards and gray colds

Young spring triumphs again!

And just as fire and water are incompatible,

Children and war are incompatible!

Together: Children and war are incompatible!

North-Kazakhstan region

Ayyrtau district

KSU “Akan Secondary School”

"Dedicated to the children of war"

Prepared by: Sauer V.A.

Participants: 5th grade students

2012-2013 academic year

(the event is accompanied by a slide show)

Teacher:

June has come, June, June

Birds are chirping in the garden,

Just blow on a dandelion -

And it will all fly apart!

Sun Festival! How many of you,

Dandelions in summer!

Childhood is a gold reserve

For our big planet!

Dear friends, the long-awaited sun holiday has come for us, the longest holiday - the Sunny Summer Holiday! Every day of this joyful big holiday will open up like a new page of an interesting, bright, colorful book. This is a book that will contain songs, pictures, games, fairy tales, riddles, hikes, and adventures! Every day of the summer calendar should be red, because every day of summer is joy, relaxation, holiday! And the most important thing is the peaceful sky above us!

Today is the first day of summer. This day is dedicated to International Children's Day and the preservation of peace on earth. This day is dedicated to you, dear guys.

At our holiday, as during all holidays, guests are present. Now we want to show you a performance dedicated to children, BUT they were not just children. These are child heroes. Heroes of the Great Patriotic War.

Several couples dance a waltz to slow music– girls wear school uniforms (black or brown dresses and white aprons) boys wear suits.

(during the dance there are slides)

Teacher:

June 21st, 1941. School graduations were underway... Boys and girls were making plans for the future. Some dreamed of going to college, others wanted to go straight to work. But all hopes and dreams were cut short the next morning, June 22, 1941, when an ominous word burst into the life of our country - war.

Reader: The country woke up peacefully

On this June day,

Just turned around

There are lilacs in the parks.

Rejoicing in the sun and peace,

Moscow greeted the morning.

Suddenly they spread across the airwaves

The country immediately recognized

In the morning on our doorstep

war broke out...

the music stops.

You can hear the whistle of flying bombs and the explosions of shells.

Phonogram of the poem “Barbarism” by M. Jalil

2 presenters come on stage and read poetry against the background of the song “Cranes”

1 presenter:

The flame hit the sky...

Do you remember,

2 presenter:

She said quietly:

Rise up to help...

1 presenter:

Nobody asked for glory for themselves,

2 presenter:

Everyone simply had a choice:

Me or the Motherland!

Against the background of the song “Children of War”

Teacher: Dear Guys! Today we have gathered to remember and honor the memory of girls and boys just like you, who loved to sing songs, play, study, and live in friendship. But for such a life, they had to pay too high a price.

What do people dream about most? All good people want peace on Earth, so that bullets will never whistle on our planet, shells will not explode, and children and all life on Earth will not die from these bullets and shells. Let us remember today that terrible phenomenon, which is briefly called “war”. We will remember the war, which is not called the Great for nothing. How much grief it brought, how many human lives it took from different nations. In those years, the entire globe was in alarm. But it was the children who suffered the most. They showed so much courage and heroism, standing up like adults to defend our country. Children took part in battles, fought both in partisan detachments and behind enemy lines. Many died.

Reader:(reads the poem “To Dad to the Front”).

Hello, dad! I dreamed about you again

Only this time not in war.

I was even a little surprised -

How old you were in the dream!

Same old, same old, same old

We haven't seen each other for two days.

You ran in, kissed your mom,

And then he kissed me.

Mom seems to be crying and laughing,

I squeal and hang on you.

You and I started to fight,

I defeated you in the fight.

And then I give those two fragments,

What was recently found at the gate,

I’m telling you: “The Christmas tree is coming soon!

Will you come to us for New Year?

I said, and then I woke up,

I don’t understand how this happened.

Carefully touched the wall,

She looked into the darkness in surprise.

It's so dark - you can't see anything,

There are already circles in the eyes from this darkness!

How offended I was,

Why did we suddenly break up with you...

Dad! You will return unharmed!

Will the war ever end?

My dear, my dear darling,

You know, it’s really New Year’s Eve!

Reader:

Of course, I congratulate you

And I wish you not to get sick at all.

I wish you, I wish you

Defeat the fascists quickly!

So that they don’t destroy our land,

So that you can live as before,

So that they don't bother me anymore

Hug you, love you.

So that above all such a huge world

Day and night there was a cheerful light...

Bow to the soldiers and commanders,

Say hi to them from me.

Wish them every luck,

Let him attack the Germans day and night...

I am writing to you and almost crying,

This is so... out of happiness... Your daughter.

Teacher:

Not sparing yourself in the fire of war,
Sparing strength in the name of the Motherland,
Children of the heroic country
They were real heroes!
R. Rozhdestvensky.

Reader:

The boys left -

on the shoulders of an overcoat

The boys were leaving -

they sang songs bravely,

The boys retreated -

dusty steppes,

Boys were dying

where, they didn’t know themselves.

Reader:

Boys got caught

to terrible barracks,

We were catching up with the boys

fierce dogs.

Boys were killed

for escaping on the spot.

The boys didn't sell

conscience and honor.

The boys didn't want

give in to fear

The boys were getting up

on the whistle to attack.

Reader:

The boys have seen -

brave soldiers,

Volga in forty-first,

Spree in '45.

The boys showed

in four years,

Who are the boys

our people!

Student:

Just yesterday we were just children,

The signal raised us to arms of war.

I'll be hanged tomorrow at dawn...

Farewell, people, Motherland, snow!

Burn, stable! evolve ash!

Sorry, horses, you have nothing to do with this.

I'd rather be in a fiery noose today,

Than to get into a treacherous life tomorrow.

Let me not pass through the open field again,

I won't live to see the sunny years...

I'm walking barefoot...The Nazis don't understand,

That Russian snow is ready to warm me.

And let the exhausted whips whistle,

I see fierce fear in the eyes of my enemies.

I'll be hanged tomorrow at dawn

But in '45 I will return to the Reichstag!

Teacher: Boys. Girls. The weight of adversity, disaster, and grief of the war years fell on their fragile shoulders. Children died from bombs and shells, they died of hunger in besieged Leningrad, they were thrown alive into the huts of Belarusian villages engulfed in fire, they were turned into walking skeletons and burned in the crematoria of concentration camps. And they did not bend under this weight. We became stronger in spirit, more courageous, more resilient. Very young fighters fought on the front lines and in partisan detachments along with adults. Before the war, these were the most ordinary boys and girls. We studied, helped elders, played, ran and jumped, broke our noses and knees. Only their relatives, classmates and friends knew their names. Little heroes of the big war.

Student.

Young beardless heroes,
You remain young forever.

We stand without raising our eyelids.
Pain and anger are the reason now
Eternal gratitude to you all,
Little tough men
Girls worthy of poems.

Student.

How many of you? Try to list
You won’t, but it doesn’t matter,
You are with us today, in our thoughts,
In every song, in the light noise of leaves,
Quietly knocking on the window.

Student.

And we seem three times stronger,
As if they too were baptized by fire,
Young beardless heroes,
In front of your suddenly revived formation
We are walking mentally today.

Teacher: Many young heroes died in the struggle for peace and freedom of our Motherland during the Great Patriotic War. You will see portraits of many of them today, it’s as if they are with us.

The heroes will not be forgotten, believe me!
Even if the war ended long ago,
But still all children
The names of the dead are called out.

They fought alongside their elders - fathers, brothers. They fought everywhere.

1 presenter: In the sky, like Arkasha Kamanin

2 presenter: In a partisan detachment, like Lenya Golikov

1 presenter: In the Brest Fortress, like Valya Zenkina

2 presenter: In the Kerch catacombs, like Volodya Dubinin

1 presenter: In the underground, like Volodya Shcherbatsevich

And their young hearts did not waver for a moment. In those days, boys and girls, our peers, grew up early: they did not play at war, they lived according to its harsh laws. The greatest love for their people and the greatest hatred for the enemy called the children of the fiery forties to defend their Motherland.

Students wearing Pioneer ties come onto the stage one by one.

They depict pioneer heroes.

1 pioneer:

Zina Portnova is a young underground worker. I distributed

leaflets, knowing German, obtained important information.

The Nazis captured me and tortured me, but I remained silent.

I was posthumously awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.

2 pioneer:

Marat Kazei - pioneer scout. During another reconnaissance mission I was ambushed, where I was surrounded by fascists. I waited until the ring of enemies closed around me and blew myself up along with the enemies. Posthumously awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.

3 pioneer:

Valya Kotik. After the occupation of the city by Nazi troops, he joined an underground organization and was a liaison; then, from August 1943, in a partisan detachment, participated in hostilities; wounded twice. Killed in battle. Awarded the Order of the Patriotic War, 1st degree, and a medal. Hero of the Soviet Union.

4 pioneer:

Kostya Kravchuk. I accepted the regimental banner for safekeeping from the retreating soldiers. For more than two years, risking my life, I preserved this banner in order to return it to the active army.

Pioneer heroes perform the song "About the Little Trumpeter"

Song about the little trumpeter

Poems by Sergei Krylov,

Music by Sergei Nikitin

There is war all around, and this little...

All the doctors laughed at him -

What good is a little one like that?

Well, maybe only trumpeters?

What about him? - It doesn’t matter:

Well, a trumpeter, a trumpeter!

How nice, no need to bow -

All the bullets are whistling above you.

It will pass everywhere, but will not part

With your polished pipe.

And why? Yes because

That's how it's supposed to be for him.

But one day in the autumn rains

In a foreign country, in a foreign land

The regiment was surrounded

And the commander died in battle.

Well, what should we do? Oh, how can it be?

Well, trumpeter, should you trumpet?

And the trumpeter stood up in the smoke and flames,

He pressed his pipe to his lips -

And behind the pipe the whole regiment is wounded

The Internationale sang.

And the regiment followed the trumpeter -

An ordinary trumpeter.

Soldier, soldier, we are not supposed to

But it's true that there - cry, don't cry -

In a foreign steppe, in uncut grass

The little trumpeter remained.

And he, after all, is what it’s all about! -

He was a real trumpet player.

Student:

He was in reconnaissance, they took him into battle
They went on missions with him,
Only the Nazis caught the hero,
And they took me for interrogation

A terrible pain went through his body,
What did you learn from us?
Again the Nazis tortured the hero,
But he didn’t say a word in response.
And they only learned from him
Russian word "No"!

The crack of a machine gun was heard dryly...
Presses with damp earth...
Our hero died as a soldier,
Loyal to my native country.

Teacher: "Leningrad Children"... When these words were heard in the Urals and beyond the Urals, in Tashkent and Kuibyshev, in Alma-Ata and Frunze, a person’s heart sank. The war brought grief to everyone, but most of all to children. So much had befallen them that everyone wanted to take at least part of this nightmare off their children’s shoulders. “Leningraders” sounded like a password. And everyone rushed to meet us in every corner of our country. Throughout their lives, people who survived the blockade carried a reverent attitude towards every crumb of bread, trying to ensure that their children and grandchildren never experienced hunger and deprivation. This attitude turns out to be more eloquent than words.

Reader:

Everyone knows this place now

There is a special monument here.

You come up and your heart skips a beat,

You can hear the birch tree rustling.

A modest grave in the churchyard

Time turns back

Are you guests now or not,

Only here it is impossible not to remember.

From the bas-relief they look straight into the soul

Children's sad eyes,

They say as if, “Mom,

Find me in Heaven!..."

Engraved forever in stone nearby

Thin diary page

The one that awakens feelings in a person,

Retrieving pain from afar.

Just imagine for a minute

Your child in the dark

Where it's scary, cold and creepy,

And no one will ask about you.

He is alone in this world today,

A creepy world where it's always dark,

No one in the already empty apartment,

Only the wind beats dully on the window.

Now imagine, alone,

An emaciated child's silhouette.

All the juices of life have left him,

Only the shadow casts light.

Just imagine a girl, a child,

Conducted on the last journey.

All relatives, without crying after them,

Has anyone experienced this?

Can you imagine how she sat down

And I wrote the date in my diary,

So that the name of loved ones is not forgotten

And it remained somewhere in the distance.

Tanya bequeathed this name

Those who get to live

And the story never knew worse

Can you imagine how my fingers trembled?

The pencil rolled this way and that way,

Day after day, relatives died,

And Victory is still a mirage.

Mom left at dawn

Leaving my daughter all alone,

And in the long-empty buffet

Just a diary about a terrible war.

That's all. Last page,

Terrible in its truthfulness,

A garden of Eden and a meadow among fields...

I was like everyone else at Peskarevsky,

I cried reading that diary

And she stood in a discreet dress

Tanya is in front of me at this moment.

How many years have passed, but the world is still thin,

We keep it as best we can from blockades,

One child is an example of courage

And - unconquered Leningrad.

Teacher: Children did their best to help adults in all matters: they grew green onions for hospitals, participated in collecting things for the Red Army, collecting medicinal plants for hospitals and the front, and in agricultural work. Thousands of tons of ferrous and non-ferrous scrap metal were collected by pioneers and schoolchildren during the Patriotic War. One word “front” inspires the guys. In school workshops, with great love and care, they make various parts for mines and other weapons.

Teacher: At the call of schoolgirl Ada Zanegina, money was raised throughout the country for the construction of the Malyutka tank. She wrote to the newspaper editor.

A student comes on stage. She has a pencil and a piece of paper in her hands.

Pupil:“I, Ada Zanegina, I am 6 years old. I am writing in print. I want to go home. I know that we need to defeat Hitler, and then we will go home. I collected money for the doll, 122 rubles 25 kopecks, and now I’m giving it to the tank. Dear Uncle Editor! Write in your newspaper to all the children so that they also give their money to the tank. And let's call him “Baby”. Our tank will defeat Hitler and we will go home. My mother is a doctor, and my father is a tank driver.”

Teacher: This letter resonated with thousands of children. We managed to collect 179 thousand rubles. This is how the “Malyutka” tank was built, the driver of which was tanker-order bearer Ekaterina Petlyuk.

Student:

I recently watched an old war film
And I don't know who to ask
Why to our people and our country
I had to endure so much grief.
Children learned their childhood in the ruins of houses,
This memory will never be killed,
Quinoa is their food, and the dugout is their shelter,
And the dream is to live to see Victory.
I'm watching an old movie and I dream
So that there are no wars and deaths,
So that the mothers of the country do not have to bury
Your sons forever young.
Let the hearts, worried, freeze,
Let them call for peaceful affairs,
Heroes never die
Heroes live in our memory!

Students (with paper doves in their hands)

Sun of the Motherland beloved
Illuminates everything around
And the white-winged one takes off
Dove of peace from our hands.

You fly, fly around the world,
Our dove, from edge to edge!
A word of peace and greetings
Tell it to all peoples!

Tell me, dove, to people
About our native Russian land...
And how we love our Motherland,
Growing up year after year!

The heroes defended the world,
We swore to remember them.
Flying in the blue distance,
Go down to the obelisks!

To prevent explosions from being covered up
The sky is a black veil,
Our white-winged dove,
Fly around the entire globe!

Slide: eternal flame."Requiem" by Mozart

Teacher: Let us bow our heads to the memory of those who did not return, who remained on the battlefields, died of cold and hunger, and died from their wounds.

The presenters take the stage. Against the background of reading poetry, students begin to approach the presenters one by one, holding lit candles in their hands.)

1 presenter:

Burn, candle, burn, don’t go out,

Be an everlasting pain.

Let them stand in your flame

Whose path was cut short?

Some of the calm, peaceful days

Stepped into earthly hell,

And who carried to the fatal line

Rank: soldier.

2 presenter:

Who's a little over eighteen

I learned the price of losses.

Who gave their life for their homeland,

Opened the door to immortality.

Burn, candle, don’t go out,

Don't let the darkness come in

Don't let the living forget all those

Those killed in the war!

In this war, our people accomplished a real feat. Many soldiers did not return from the front alive. We bow our heads before the greatness of the Russian soldier’s feat.

1 presenter:

Peace is the best word in the world.

Adults and children strive for peace.

Birds, trees, flowers on the planet.

Peace is the most important word in the world.

The children prepared drawings “I am against war!” in advance. They read the words and raise them up one by one.

1 student: I will draw a bright sun!

Student 2: I will draw a blue sky!

Student 3: I’ll draw a light in the window!

4 student: I will draw ears of bread!

All together: We will draw autumn leaves,

School, stream, restless friends.

And cross it out with our common brush

SHOTS FIRED! EXPLOSIONS! FIRE AND WAR!

Teacher: Raise the pictures above

So that everyone can see them,

Student:

The stars are getting brighter, the sky is doves,
But for some reason my heart suddenly squeezes,
When we remember all the children,
Whom that war deprived of childhood.
They could not be protected from death
No strength, no love, no compassion.
They remained in the fiery distance,
So that we don’t forget them today.
And this memory grows in us,
And we can’t escape it anywhere.
What if war suddenly comes again,
Our executed childhood will return to us...
Once again a stingy tear guards the silence,
You dreamed about life when you went to war.
How many young people did not return back then,
Without living, without living, they lie under granite.
Looking into the eternal flame - the radiance of quiet sorrow -
Listen to the holy minute of silence.

(Minute of silence)

1 presenter:

Remember people...

Mi Millions of people gave their lives so that you and I could see a clear blue sky, sleep peacefully, raise children and grandchildren, and simply enjoy life!!!

millions of people gave their lives for

The song “Let there always be sunshine” plays