Scenario for the holiday of May 9th in elementary school. Extracurricular event on the theme: "May 9 - Victory Day." Progress of extracurricular activities

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A joyful, cheerful melody sounds. Children play, read books, jump, play with toys, whisper (5-6 people). Everyone else stands near the chairs.

Student(in the middle of Hall).
If they say the word "Motherland"
Immediately comes to mind
Old oak, currants in the garden,
Thick poplar at the gate.
A modest birch tree by the river
And a chamomile hillock...
And others will probably remember
Your native Moscow courtyard.
The first boats are in the puddles,
With a jump rope stomping feet
And a large neighboring factory
Loud joyful horn.
Or the steppe is red with poppies,
Virgin gold…
Homeland is different
But everyone has one!

Recording "Holy War".

The children stand in a semicircle, some in caps, a nurse, holding letters behind their backs.

Leading. At dawn on June 22, 1941, the Great Patriotic War began. For 4 long years until May 9, 1945, our grandfathers and great-grandfathers fought for the liberation of their homeland from fascism. They did this for the sake of future generations, for our sake. Let's tell our children and grandchildren about this just war so they will remember.

Children.

1.On the first day of the war they were 17-20 years old. Of every 100 children of this age who went to the front, 97 did not return. 97 out of 100! Here it is, war!

2. War means 1,725 ​​destroyed and burned cities and towns, over 70 thousand villages and hamlets in our country. War means 32 thousand blown up plants and factories, 65 thousand kilometers of railway tracks.

3. War is 900 days and nights of besieged Leningrad. This is 125 grams of bread per day. These are tons of bombs and shells falling on civilians.

4. War is 20 hours at the machine a day. This is a crop grown on soil salty from sweat. These are bloody calluses on the palms of girls and boys like you.

5. War... From Brest to Moscow - 1000 km, from Moscow to Berlin - 1600. Total: 2600 km - this is if you count in a straight line.

6. It seems a little, right? By plane it takes about 4 hours, but by dashing and on your belly - 4 years 1418 days.

7. People died, did not spare their lives, went to their death to drive the Nazis out of our land. Here, for example, are 28 Panfilovites. They did not allow any of the 50-odd enemy tanks to reach Moscow. “Russia is great, but there is nowhere to retreat. Moscow is behind us.” While defending the capital, almost all the soldiers died, but they knocked out 50 fascist tanks.

8.On class hour we learned about the Belarusian village of Khatyn. It was like this: on March 22, 1943, the small village of Khatyn was surrounded by the Germans. Soldiers broke into peasant huts and threw people out into the street. Residents were herded into a barn. It became more and more crowded inside. Mothers tried to calm their children, but they themselves could not hold back their tears. There were many large families in Khatyn. For example, the Baranovskys have 9 children. Novitsky and Iotko had 7 each. And 19-year-old Vera Yaskevich rocked her seven-week-old son in her arms. They pushed the old men into the barn with rifle butts. The punishers lined the barn with straw, doused it with gasoline and set it on fire. They were burned alive. Many tried to escape from the fire. In vain! The SS men calmly, without fail, shot them with machine guns. For 149 residents of Khatyn, this day was the last. 75 children were martyred.

9. There was a war. These yellowed triangles are proof. These are front-line letters. My great-grandfather wrote them... to my great-grandmother... When he went to the front, his daughter had just been born. He asked in a letter: “Does my daughter coo?” He never managed to see his daughter. My great-grandmother received only a funeral.

Leading. Many families have preserved soldiers' triangle letters, which were sent from the front by fathers and grandfathers, husbands and sons, and brothers. They wrote that they would return home and only with victory.

Children read lines from family letters from the front.

Leading. The woman-mother bore the greatest burden of the war on her shoulders.

Soldier 1(writes a letter) .
I know you have anxiety in your heart -
It's not easy being the mother of a soldier!
I know you keep looking at the road.
Along which I once left.
I know that the wrinkles have become deeper
And the shoulders began to stoop a little.
Today we fought to the death,
Mom, for you, for our meeting.
Wait for me and I will come back,
Just wait!

Soldier 2(unfolds the letter and reads it).
Hello, dear Maxim!
Hello, my beloved son!
I'm writing from the front line,
Tomorrow morning - back into battle!
We will drive out the fascists.
Take care, son, mother,
Forget sadness and sadness -
I will return victorious!
I will finally hug you.
Goodbye.
Your father.

Soldier 3(with a candle).
My dear family!
Night. The candle flame is trembling.
This is not the first time I remember
How do you sleep on a warm stove?
In our little old hut,
What is hidden from view by forests,
I remember a field, a river,
I remember you again and again.
My dear brothers and sisters!
Tomorrow I'm going into battle again
For your Fatherland, for Russia,
That I got into a lot of trouble.
I will gather my courage, strength,
I will beat the Germans without mercy,
So that nothing threatens you,
So that you can study and live!

Dance "Cranes".

Leading. Not only men, but also women fought in the war. They were nurses, doctors, orderlies, intelligence officers, and signalmen. Many soldiers were saved from death by gentle, kind female hands.

Nurse(a girl in a headscarf with a red cross, with a bag).
Guns roar, bullets whistle.
A soldier was wounded by a shell fragment.
Sister whispers:
"Come on, I'll support you,
I will bandage your wound!"
I forgot everything: weakness and fear,
She carried him out of the fight in her arms.
There was so much love and warmth in her!
My sister saved many from death.

Leading. About 40 million Soviet people died. Can you imagine what this means? This means 30 killed per 2 meters of land, 28 thousand killed daily. This means that every fourth resident of the country died.

I ask everyone to stand up. Let us bow our heads before the greatness of the feat of the Soviet soldier. Let's honor the memory of all those killed with a minute of silence.

A minute of silence.

Song "Eternal Flame".

Children.
We are here with you not because of the date,
The memory burns in my chest like an evil shard.
To the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier
Come on holidays and weekdays.
He protected you on the battlefield.
He fell without taking a step back.
And this hero has a name -
The Great Army is a simple soldier.

Leading.
And finally, on May 9, 1945, the long-awaited Victory came!

Children.
The sun is shining on Victory Day
And it will always shine for us.
In fierce battles our grandfather
They managed to defeat the enemy.
The columns are marching in an even formation,
And songs flow here and there,
And in the sky of hero cities
Festive fireworks are sparkling!

Song "With Grandfather to the Parade!"

Let the peaceful cities sleep.
Let the sirens howl piercingly
Doesn't sound over my head.
Let no shell explode,
Not a single one is making a machine gun.
Let our forests ring out
Only birds and children's voices.
And may the years pass peacefully,
Let there never be war!

Song "Singing about peace."

Dance "Childhood".
The war has passed, the joy has passed,
But pain calls to people:
"Come on people, never
Let's not forget about this.
Let her memory be true
They keep about this torment,
And the children of today's children,
And our grandchildren's grandchildren.

Children throw balloons with paper doves on them to the music.

Development extracurricular activity for students in grades 1-4. It can be done the day before Victory Day .

Primary school teacher, Municipal educational state-financed organization average comprehensive school Verkhnie Usly village of the Sterlitamaksky district municipal district of the Republic of Bashkortostan

Scenario for Victory Day “Let us bow to those great years”

Goals:

To clarify and expand children’s ideas and knowledge about the Great Patriotic War;

To create in children a mood of empathy for the past events of the war;

Develop a sense of belonging to the history of the Motherland, a sense of pride in their fellow countrymen.

Visual demonstration materials: illustrations, photographs, posters about the Great Patriotic War, an exhibition of books about the war, audio recordings of songs from the war years.

TSO: projector, computer, presentation “My dear fellow countrymen”, tape recorder.

I. Introductory part.

For the sake of life on earth.

Student: In memory of those who fell during the Great Patriotic War Our event is dedicated to living veterans and home front workers.

Teacher: Decades have passed, but human memory returns to those terrible 1418 days and nights. We admire the heroism of our soldiers who saved the country from the invaders.

The song "Holy War" is played. Music A.Alexandrova, lyrics. Lebedev-Kumach.

II. Main part.

In battles for Peace and Victory.

Student:

Forties, fatal

Lead, powder

The war is sweeping across Russia,

And we are so young.

Pupil: My grandfather Magasum Makhmutovich Yapparov also went to the front very young.

He was drafted into the army in 1942 and sent to study at the Riga Infantry School. After graduation, he received the rank of sergeant major and entered a tank school. Tanker, turret gunner of the legendary T-34 tank of the Great Patriotic War. He took part in the battles on the Bryansk Front and liberated Ukraine and Moldova as part of the 2nd Ukrainian Front.

In one of the fierce battles he was wounded. After the hospital, he went to the front again: he fought in Romania, Hungary, and Czechoslovakia.

Twice wounded, having fulfilled his soldier's duty, he returned home.

The worst was over. Ahead are years of peaceful, but not at all calm, life. He led the Bayrak collective farm for ten years, and then worked as an agronomist for many years.

He lived a long, glorious life after the war. He built a house and raised children. And how much warmth he gave to his grandchildren. Thank you, grandpa!

A peaceful day is sweeping across the planet,

The front-line soldiers brought it to us.

And we are grateful to them - grandchildren, children -

For saving the world from fascism.

Student: We are also grateful to Anvar Karmovich Vakhitov, who went to the front as a seventeen-year-old boy.

He studied military affairs at a sniper school in Alkino. In November '42, he was sent to the Leningrad Front, where he received a baptism of fire. There was no time to “get used to war.” He immediately fell into the thick of it. There were battles for every piece of land. His friend from Kucherbaevo, Khamit Musin, was struck to death, and he himself was wounded.

After the hospital, he returned to duty. They were thrown to the Karelian Isthmus. It was a long, grueling battle. Here, on the Karelian Isthmus, he was wounded a second time. After the hospital, he took part in the liberation of Estonia. We landed on the island of Saaremaa. The fighting continued for a whole month. In a bloody battle in November 1944, he was wounded for the third time.

Veterans, veterans...

Hearts are worn out.

Wounds ache in bad weather

From fragments and lead.

War does not have a woman's face.

Student. War does not have a feminine face, you might say that war is a man’s business, but no! War brings everything together. Yes, the war united everyone. And the young girls had to take the rifle in their hands and get into formation.

Pupil.

Uncompressed rye swings.

The soldiers are walking along it.

We too, girls, are walking,

Look like guys.

No, it’s not the houses that are burning -

My youth is on fire...

Girls go to war

Look like guys.

This is what our fellow countrywoman Gaziza Khayrislamovna, a participant in the Great Patriotic War, could say about herself.

In the forty-first year she graduated from school and was going to study further. But the war began, and I had to study military specialties. She and a group of girls were sent to the Ryazan Artillery School. Two months later he was transferred to the first Separate rifle regiment. In 1943, when the regiment was disbanded, he was sent to Moscow to master the specialty of a radiotelegraph operator. Then its military road lay to the west - to Poland, Romania, Hungary.

The good news of the end of the war found her in Budapest. Tired of the war, she returned to her native place. She started working as a teacher and met her betrothed. We raised children together. The daughter followed in her mother’s footsteps, works as a teacher, and three sons became military.

Girls, thin as candles,

They burned to death, to the end.

But their hearts turned out to be

Stronger than enemy lead.

Yes, such strong-willed women fought in the war. They were nurses, intelligence officers, signalmen. And our fellow countrywoman, Akhatova Kashifa Nigmatzhanovna, was a sapper.

When the war began, she worked as a weaver at the Tuymazinsky cloth factory. At the beginning of forty-two, she submitted an application for voluntary departure to the front. She served in the first Separate Company, whose purpose was the defense of Moscow. We were engaged in demining liberated territories and protecting strategically important facilities. I had to go through a lot, but the first terrible bombing does not go away from my memory, it still seems like an illusion, making me flinch from the sharp knock. Today she modestly assesses her participation in the war. She believes that she did not perform any special feats. But isn’t the fact that she was engaged in demining liberated cities and villages a feat?! She could have died from the explosion at any moment. After all, as they say, a sapper makes only one mistake. How many lives she saved, risking her own!

And confirmation of this is her military awards. While going through them, Kashifa Nigmatzhanovna again hears explosions and sees how her comrades are dying.

Teacher. I ask everyone to stand up. Let us bow our heads before the greatness of the feat of the Soviet soldier. Let's honor the memory of all those killed with a minute of silence.

Minute of silence. The song "Eternal Flame" is playing

And the rear is like the front...

Student. The flames of war also burned our Sterlitamak region. From the first days of the war, the region, like the whole country, began to live in the interests of the front. In the first months of the war alone, about 6 thousand sons and daughters put on soldiers' greatcoats, and their grandfathers, fathers and mothers, younger brothers and sisters, took the entire burden of work in the fields and farms on their shoulders. 5,000 horses, 60 tractors, 90 cars were sent to the army from the region. Money from personal savings and jewelry worth more than 400 thousand rubles were contributed to the defense fund. Funds were raised for the construction of tank columns and squadrons of combat aircraft with great patriotic excitement. Over 60 million rubles were received from the region for these purposes.

“Everything for the front!

Everything for victory! -

this slogan was not an empty phrase. It had a special meaning: every working day is like shooting bullets at the enemy.

Can you really tell me about this?

What years did you live in?

What an immeasurable burden

It fell on women's shoulders!

Women soldiers: mothers, sisters, wives, loved ones. How many hardships and labors befell them during these terrible years of war.

Children also worked with the women in the fields: eleven- and thirteen-year-old boys plowed the land, cut hay, and stacked straw.

Late in the evening, the tired children went to bed. And the women, under the light of a kerosene lamp, sewed clothes, knitted warm socks and gloves, collected parcels for front-line soldiers, and wrote letters.

How much these messages meant to the soldiers! The thought that you are loved, remembered and waited for helped you fight and added courage.

III. The final part.

This holiday has tears in our eyes.

Student. On May 9, Victory Day, we will come to the obelisk on which are carved the names of our fellow countrymen, participants in the Great Patriotic War. We will stand in silence. Our oath to the dead is to preserve and carry through the years the grateful memory of them.

Student

Remembers the glorious Victory Day

The entire Usla land.

On Victory Day our grandfathers

They put on medals.

Pupil.

Let neither the years nor the old wounds

They don’t interfere with your life, old people.

More life, fire, veterans!

My dear fellow countrymen!

Happy Victory Day!

The song “Victory Day” is playing.

Scenario for May 9 for grades 1-4. The feat of the people to live for centuries

Target: expanding children's historical knowledge; nurturing a sense of patriotism, memory of the past of one’s people, love for the Fatherland.

Equipment: drawing of the Eternal Flame; stands with reproductions on the theme of the Great Patriotic War; photos of monuments and landmarks; portraits of pioneer heroes; audio recordings of songs from the war years.

Progress of the event

Presenter. On June 22, 1941, the peaceful life of our people was disrupted by the treacherous attack of Nazi Germany. And in order not to end up in fascist slavery, for the sake of saving the Motherland, the people entered into mortal combat with an insidious, cruel, merciless enemy.

The words of Yu. Levitan about the attack of Nazi Germany are heard.

Reader 1.

The flame hit the sky -

Do you remember, Motherland?

She said quietly: “Get up to help.”

An excerpt from the song “Holy War” is played (music by A. Alexandrov, lyrics by V. Lebedev-Kumach).

Reader 2.

In times of trial, bow to the Fatherland

In Russian, at your feet, and tell her:

“Mother, you are my life! You are more precious to me than life!

To live with you! I’ll die with you!”

D. Kedrin

Reader 3.

The sunset is painted with blood,

We walk quietly without words.

Past the fields and arable lands,

Past native forests.

Our path is hard and long.

In grief. In tears. On fire.

The German, having occupied Kalinin,

He is already rushing towards Moscow.

Your feet are bare

Blood in the middle of the roads -

Your path is difficult, Russia,

From west to east.

Children play the guitar and sing B. Okudzhava's song.

Oh, war, what have you done, you vile one?

Our yards have become quiet.

Our boys raised their heads

They have matured for the time being.

They barely loomed on the threshold

And the soldiers went after the soldier.

Goodbye boys, boys,

Try to go back.

Reader 4.

We fought along the dusty roads.

The bombs made the earth tremble as if it were alive.

We are every meter of our native land

They defended, shedding blood.

When the bombs seemed to make the world deaf,

And my friend was the first to fall from our company,

I knew: neither tears nor sighs are needed,

And my lead, my step forward and nerves.

I am afraid of death, but I am not timid in battles,

He went on the attack - he did not bend lower than others,

He went boldly into battle not because he was brave,

But because I hate cowardice.

Lead blizzard of chalk,

Shells exploded, mines howled.

And the song was our companion.

In battle, on a hike, at a night halt.

An excerpt from the song “Holy War” is played.

Presenter. Not only adults, but also children fought. The medal “For the Defense of Moscow” was received by 20,000 pioneers, 15,249 young Leningraders were awarded the medal “For the Defense of Leningrad”. Guys, do you know any young heroes?

Students give reports prepared in advance at home about pioneer heroes (Zina Portnova, Marat Kazei, Valya Kotik, etc.), about Komsomol members (Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya).

Presenter. Children looked after the wounded in hospitals, collected scrap metal and money for the Defense Fund, and sent thousands of parcels with warm socks, embroidered handkerchiefs, and tobacco pouches to the front.

Reader 5.

Devoted children of the Russian land,

You have become immortal on the planet.

Towards the sun with clean hands

You raised the banner of our victory.

Presenter. The woman-mother bore the greatest burden of the war on her shoulders.

Reader 1.

Mom, I am writing these lines to you.

I send you my son's greetings.

I remember you so dear,

So good - there are no words!

For life, for you, for your native land

I'm walking towards the lead wind,

And let there be kilometers between us now.

You are here, you are with me, my dear!

E. Asadov

Presenter. Women also took part in the battles. They bravely threw themselves under bullets during bombing and shelling. Sisters of mercy carried wounded soldiers from the battlefield. Women served as intelligence officers, translators, radio operators, and joined partisan detachments. They fought shoulder to shoulder with men, conquering every inch of their native land.

Reader 2.

I've only seen hand-to-hand combat once.

Once in reality - and a thousand in a dream.

Who says that war is not scary?

He knows nothing about the war.

Yu. Drunina

Presenter. In this war, our people accomplished a feat that united the greatest courage of soldiers, partisans, underground members and selfless home front workers.

Reader 3.

It was April, the rivers were swollen,

Life was awakening from sleep.

Was born in every person

One great spring.

Not the call of the cranes

She was close to us, -

April was thundering, and we were heading towards Berlin

Deadly brave troops.

M. Timoshechkin

Presenter(against the background of music). People who defeated the enemy... Fewer and fewer of those who fought for the Motherland are left alive. You and I must never forget these people; we must maintain peace on earth so that no one else has to experience the horrors of war. On May 8, 1945, the act of unconditional surrender of Germany was signed in the city of Postdam. Adata May 9 entered the history of our country as Victory Day

Reader 4.

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!

Almost four years

A terrible war was raging.

And again Russian nature

Full of living awe.

The song “Victory Day” is played (music by D. Tukhmanov, lyrics by V. Kharitonov).

Reader 1.

We are here with you not because of the date,

Like an evil splinter, the memory burns in my chest.

To the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier

Come on holidays and weekdays.

He protected you on the battlefield.

He fell without taking a step back.

And this hero has a name -

The Great Army is a simple soldier.

War is over,

But the song is scorched

Above every house

She's still circling

And we won't forget

What's twenty million

Gone into immortality

To live with us.

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

A minute of silence.

Reader 1.

For everything that we have now,

For every happy hour we have,

Because the sun shines on us,

Thanks to the valiant soldiers,

That they once defended the world.

Scenario "Victory Day" (for elementary school)

Song “Serving Russia”

Presenter (Cranes)

The war has died down,
It has already become a long history.
But he won’t let go
Troubling memory of a fighter.
From landmines and mines
We cleaned up our neighborhoods
But what kind of sapper will clear the mines from our hearts?

Student (in the center of the hall).
If they say the word "Motherland"
Immediately comes to mind
Old oak, currants in the garden,
Thick poplar at the gate.
A modest birch tree by the river
And a chamomile hillock...
And others will probably remember
Your native Moscow courtyard.
The first boats are in the puddles,
With a jump rope stomping feet
And a large neighboring factory
Loud joyful horn.
Or the steppe is red with poppies,
Virgin gold…
Homeland is different
But everyone has one!

Recording "Holy War".
1 verse of the song “Holy War” is played (recorded). There is silence in the hall.

2 presenter

Get up people! Hearing the cry of the earth.
The soldiers of the Motherland have gone to the front.
Their sons were with their fathers,
And the children walked the roads of war.
Soldiers went into battle for the Dnieper and the Volga.
They fought for their beloved native land.
For every city, every village.
For everything that grew on my land.
For a child's smile, bright class,
For peace, for the happiness of each of us.

The children stand in a semicircle, some in caps, a nurse, holding letters behind their backs.

Leading. At dawn on June 22, 1941, the Great Patriotic War began. For 4 long years until May 9, 1945, our grandfathers and great-grandfathers fought for the liberation of their homeland from fascism. They did this for the sake of future generations, for our sake. Let's tell our children and grandchildren about this just war so they will remember.

Children.
1.On the first day of the war they were 17-20 years old. Of every 100 children of this age who went to the front, 97 did not return. 97 out of 100! Here it is, war!

2. War means 1,725 ​​destroyed and burned cities and towns, over 70 thousand villages and hamlets in our country. War means 32 thousand blown up plants and factories, 65 thousand kilometers of railway tracks.

3. War is 900 days and nights of besieged Leningrad. This is 125 grams of bread per day. These are tons of bombs and shells falling on civilians.

4. War is 20 hours at the machine a day. This is a crop grown on soil salty from sweat. These are bloody calluses on the palms of girls and boys like you.

5. War... From Brest to Moscow - 1000 km, from Moscow to Berlin - 1600. Total: 2600 km - this is if you count in a straight line.

6. It seems a little, right? By plane it takes about 4 hours, but by dashing and on your belly - 4 years 1418 days.

Front letter, don’t be silent, tell me
About the cruel war and about the time
How the soldier fought, how he lived in the trenches,
How he suffered and dreamed, how he loved his father’s house.

If you want to know about the war
And about the victorious spring of May,
Ask the soldier's mother
Read her son's letters.
Years froze on the pages.
He will always be 22:
"Mother! I am healthy and alive."
And in the morning the last battle.

Student reading a letter
Hello, dear Maxim!
Hello, my beloved son!
I'm writing from the front line,
Tomorrow morning back into battle!
We will drive out the fascists,
Take care, son, mother.
Forget sadness and sadness -
I will return victorious!
I will finally hug you.
Goodbye. Your father.

Soldier 1 (writes a letter).
I know you have anxiety in your heart -
It's not easy being the mother of a soldier!
I know you keep looking at the road.
Along which I once left.
I know that the wrinkles have become deeper
And the shoulders began to stoop a little.
Today we fought to the death,
Mom, for you, for our meeting.
Wait for me and I will come back,
Just wait!

Soldier 3 (with a candle).
My dear family!
Night. The candle flame is trembling.
This is not the first time I remember
How do you sleep on a warm stove?
In our little old hut,
What is hidden from view by forests,
I remember a field, a river,
I remember you again and again.
My dear brothers and sisters!
Tomorrow I'm going into battle again
For your Fatherland, for Russia,
That I got into a lot of trouble.
I will gather my courage, strength,
I will beat the Germans without mercy,
So that nothing threatens you,
So that you can study and live!

Nurse (a girl in a headscarf with a red cross, with a bag).
Guns roar, bullets whistle.
A soldier was wounded by a shell fragment.
Sister whispers:
"Come on, I'll support you,
I will bandage your wound!"
I forgot everything: weakness and fear,
She carried him out of the fight in her arms.
There was so much love and warmth in her!
My sister saved many from death.

Frontline nurse

Frontline nurse,
Blue eyes,
The gymnast is ironed,
There is a star on the overcoat.
I fought for my homeland
For my loved ones.
Do you know how many nurses are like this?
We revived the soldiers
They went into battle after them,
Covered from the fire
We took care of it as best we could

The soldiers were returning home, the victors were returning.

But among the joy and rejoicing there were many inconsolable tears of those

who did not wait for their loved ones, their only and dear ones.

I ask everyone to stand up. Let us bow our heads before the greatness of the feat of the Soviet soldier. Let's honor the memory of all those killed with a minute of silence.

A minute of silence.

Children.
We are here with you not because of the date,
The memory burns in my chest like an evil shard.
To the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier
Come on holidays and weekdays.
He protected you on the battlefield.
He fell without taking a step back.
And this hero has a name -
The Great Army is a simple soldier.

Leading.

They will say: it was light - don’t believe it,
They will say: it was warm, - don’t believe it,
They will say: it was easy - don’t believe it,
If it were all this, there would be no death,
It was bitter at times - believe me,
It was cold, it was difficult - believe me,
But believe in the most important thing,
We have gained immortality for the country.
Did they fight well or badly?
Let descendants argue heatedly.
But what power was destroyed?
Turning to full shoulder.
And when the long journey comes to an end,
I repeat these words as a commandment:
“Rus is alive!
Everything else will follow.
The main thing, soldiers, Rus' is alive!

The great hour of reckoning has come,

The great day of the earth has come,

When Soviet soldiers

The Soviet border has been crossed.

A menacing avalanche broke out

Steel infantry and vehicles.

Swiftly, uncontrollably

With one thought - to Berlin.

Take care, friends, of war veterans:

After all, unfortunately, they are getting old.

We must never forget about this,

Their ranks are gradually thinning.

Although the soul is young, the years pass

They let themselves know old wounds.

Neither in battle nor in labor for people ever

The veterans did not feel sorry for themselves.

The war has long died down in battles

They were young in those years.

Nowadays their heads are turning gray,

Only the hearts have not yet cooled down.

The song My Grandfather is a Hero is playing

Children.
The sun is shining on Victory Day
And it will always shine for us.
Our grandfathers were in fierce battles
They managed to defeat the enemy.
The columns are marching in an even formation,
And songs flow here and there,
And in the sky of hero cities
Festive fireworks are sparkling!

Let there never be war!
Let the peaceful cities sleep.
Let the sirens howl piercingly
Doesn't sound over my head.
Let no shell explode,
Not a single one is making a machine gun.
Let our forests ring out
Only birds and children's voices.
And may the years pass peacefully,
Let there never be war!

The war has passed, the joy has passed,
But pain calls to people:
"Come on people, never
Let's not forget about this.
Let her memory be true
They keep about this torment,
And the children of today's children,
And our grandchildren's grandchildren.

song "Our Army"

Scenario “No one is forgotten, nothing is forgotten” for 2nd grade students

Goals: expand schoolchildren’s knowledge about the Great Patriotic War; to make children feel the greatness of the spirit of the people of the war generation, their faith in the triumph of justice and truth on Earth; talk about pioneer heroes, children of war; contribute to the education of patriotic feelings and respectful attitude towards war veterans.

Equipment: posters: “No one is forgotten, nothing is forgotten”, “We are commanded to preserve this world”, etc., audio recordings of songs about the war, portraits of pioneer heroes, an exhibition of books about the war.

Progress of extracurricular activities

The song “Cranes” sounds (lyrics by R. Gamzatov, music by Y. Frenkel).

Every year on these May days, our people remember the terrible years of war, honor the memory of fallen heroes, and bow to the living.

The war has passed

The trouble is over

But pain calls to people.

Come on people, never

Let's not forget about this!

On June 22, 1941, the peaceful life of our people was disrupted by the treacherous attack of Nazi Germany. And in order not to end up in fascist slavery, for the sake of saving the Motherland, the people entered into mortal combat with a cruel, insidious and merciless enemy.

June 22 was a day off. Cities and villages were sleeping, young people were walking after graduation parties. The graduates dreamed about their future. There were no signs of trouble. As soon as dawn began to break, the clock showed four in the morning...

And suddenly this morning silence was broken by a powerful invasion of military equipment: the rumble of airplanes, the clanging of tanks, machine-gun fire. An unfamiliar voice sounded...

One of the first battles of the war took place at the border Brest fortress. Its heroic garrison fought for about a month.

If stones could speak, they would tell the whole world about how bravely the border guards stood! But the forces were too unequal.

Carrying big losses, the Nazis continued to advance inland Soviet Union. The whole country, young and old, rose up to fight the enemy... And the enemy began to retreat. Slowly but surely our troops drove the enemy back to his lair.

This victory was not easy for us. The Nazis destroyed and burned hundreds of cities, tens of thousands settlements. They committed unheard of atrocities. It is difficult to find a home in our country where grief would not come: some have lost a son, some a father or mother, some a sister or brother, some a friend.

The victory came at a high price.

(The song “Holy War” plays.)

Although more than half a century has passed since the Victory Day, time has no power over the memory of people of different generations. That is why we have gathered here today.

Reader.

The war was sacred.

Even those who

Who, having arrived from another planet.

He will read the history of the earth.

Read about how under the moon

The country lived in retribution.

War is sacred if Zoya

Without flinching, she walked to the gallows.

War is sacred. And Sailors

I fell for the machine gun with all my heart.

Oh, how many fair-haired and snub-nosed

In the name of life, death will take.

They will go into the damp earth,

In the dawns, in the grass, in the greenery,

Believing and listening until death

To all your righteousness, Moscow!

Every day of the Great Patriotic War at the front and in the rear was a feat, a manifestation of boundless courage and fortitude of people, loyalty to the Motherland. More than twenty-seven million people died in that terrible war - every eighth resident of our country.

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.

Tankman's story

It was a difficult fight.

Everything is like sleep now,

About ten or twelve years old. Bedovy,

The kind that are the leaders of children.

From those in the front-line towns

They greet us like dear guests,

The car is surrounded in parking lots,

Carrying water to them in buckets is not difficult,

Bring soap and towel to the tank

And unripe plums are shoved...

There was a battle going on outside.

The enemy fire was terrible,

We made our way forward to the square.

And he nails - you can’t look out of the towers,

And the devil will understand where it’s coming from.

Here, guess which house is behind

He settled down - there were so many holes,

And suddenly a boy ran up to the car:

Comrade commander, comrade commander!

I know where their gun is.

I scouted... I crawled up, they were over there in the garden...

But where, where?.. - Let me go

On the tank with you. I'll give it straight...

It was a difficult fight.

Everything is like sleep now,

And I just can’t forgive myself:

From thousands of faces I would recognize the boy,

What’s his name, I forgot to ask him.

About children of war

Together with adults, thousands of children in red ties stood up to defend their Motherland. Next to the names of the legendary war heroes: Ivan Panfilov, Dmitry Karbyshev, Nikolai Gastello, Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya, Alexander Matrosov and many, many others - we name the names of the young heroes of the Soviet Union... Volodya Dubinin, Valera Volkov, Lenya Golikov, Nina Sagaidak, Zina Portnova, Valya Kotik, Marat Kazei.

What did the children of war feel and experience? Listen to the girl Tanya Savicheva, whose story the whole world knows. She lived in Leningrad and during the most cruel days of the siege she kept a diary, each page of which still burns people’s hearts. Breathing on her numb fingers, Tanya wrote: “Zhenya died on December 28. 12.30 p.m. morning 1941 Grandmother died on January 25th. 3 o'clock in the afternoon 1942... Leka died on March 17 at 5 o'clock in the morning 1942. Uncle Vanya died on April 13. 2 a.m. 1942 Uncle Lesha May 10 at 4 p.m. 1942... Mom May 13 at 7.30 a.m. morning of 1942... The Savichevs died... Everyone died, only Tanya remained..." Tanya did not long outlive her loved ones. Shortly after this last entry, eleven-year-old Tanya also died.

Here are the memories of those who survived.

“In September 1941, the Germans occupied our village. My grandmother died from her wound, and my grandfather and I were sent to the Krasnoe Selo concentration camp, where my grandfather was shot, and I, 12 years old, was sent to the Buchenwald camp. There were many children in the camp. They settled us at the hospital and made us donors. Many were drained of blood to the last drop by direct transfusion. When I was completely exhausted, I was infected with tuberculosis and sent for extermination. She survived miraculously."

Let us take a minute of silence to honor the memory of those who gave their lives in the struggle for peace and happiness on earth, for our lives.

A minute of silence.

(After a minute of silence, students read out short reports about pioneer heroes ( homework). A teacher or librarian reviews an exhibition of books about pioneer heroes.)

Reader.

Let us bow to those great years,

To those glorious commanders and fighters

And the marshals of the country, and the privates,

Let us bow to both the dead and the living.

To all those who must not be forgotten,

Let's bow, bow, friends.

The whole world, all the people,

All over the earth

Let us bow down for that great battle.

Over eleven thousand soldiers of all nationalities were awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union! The immortal feat of Alexander Matrosov, who covered the embrasure of an enemy firing point, was repeated more than three hundred times during the war. For heroism and courage, the following cities were awarded the title “Hero City”: Moscow, Leningrad, Kyiv, Volgograd, Minsk, Kerch, Odessa, Sevastopol, Novorossiysk, Smolensk, Murmansk. The Brest Fortress was awarded the title “Hero-Fortress”.

Glory to you, brave ones, glory to you, fearless ones,

The people sing eternal glory to you!

Those who crushed death and fell valiantly!

Your memory will never die!

Through the centuries, through the years - remember!

About those who will never come again -

Be worthy of the memory of the fallen!

Eternally worthy!

People! While hearts are beating, remember!

At what price was happiness won?

Please remember!

Tell your children about them,

To be remembered!

Tell children's children about them,

So that they remember too!

Flowers are laid on gravestones.

No! No one is forgotten and nothing is forgotten!

And now it has come - the great long-awaited day - Victory Day! People waited for this holiday for one thousand four hundred and eighteen days. This happened on May 9, 1945.

Victory! Glorious Victory!

What happiness there was in her!

May the sky be clear forever,

And the grass will be greener.

Let us not forget this date,

That ended the war.

To the victorious soldier

Hundreds of times - bow to the ground!

Sing, trumpets, the song of victory!

May, make noise throughout the country!

Glory to the last shot,

To the one who finished the war!

Today the holiday enters every home,

And joy comes to people with him.

We congratulate you on the Great Day!

Happy Day of Our Glory! Happy Victory Day! (The song “Victory Day” plays (lyrics by V. Kharitonov, music by D. Tukhmanov).)

Summarizing

When did the Great Patriotic War begin?

How long did it last?

When did the war end?

Which pioneer heroes do you remember?

Additional material for teachers

We remember, we honor with a low bow

Everyone who did not survive the war -

And those who went into obelisks,

And those who have no graves at all.

Tens of years have passed between us,

The war is history.

We are in the heart with eternal words

We write the names of the dead.

While they are alive...

Remember their scars and gray hair.

Their courage in those years was thunderous

Saved a free country from slavery.

There were stories of soldiers everywhere.

Mighty ones, you walked everywhere

Through the thunder of war, adversity and loss,

Without bowing your head before death.

You saved your Motherland in battle,

We overcame all obstacles.

Thank you from all over the world,

Thank you for everything, soldiers!

And in good time, happy hour,

The hour of peaceful dawn,

In your name, in our name

We celebrate Victory!

How did you enter the cities?

Children ran towards you.

Thank you forever

We are all living in the world.

We remember everyone by name,

And we are happy to hug everyone!

Thank you from the bottom of my heart,

Thank you, soldiers!

On Victory Day,

Loyal to the brotherhood of soldiers,

Gathering in a circle

War veterans.

Without ranks and without titles -

Ivans, Petras -

Twin cities harsh

Wartime.

Time is rushing by at full speed,

But in our native country

The years have not gone into oblivion,

What are marked by war.

During a lesson in first grade

The kids whisper quietly:

“Do you remember the Year of Victory, Vasya?

Forty-fifth! Write it down!

“Forty-one - forty-fifth!” -

Our children teach.

And for the former soldier

It seems like yesterday...

Leading. A lot of songs were composed at the front. Ditties were also composed.

Ditties

An evil enemy started a war,

We will not spare him:

Both at sea and on land

We will smash and destroy.

Our tanks are rushing into battle,

The earth is shaking.

Let the fascists not get carried away

To the collective farm fields.

The mother saw off her son

And she gave this order:

“Take care of your native country,

How I took care of you."

The rains are drizzling slantingly

In Berlin on the way.

Better than Mother Russia

There is no edge to be found in the world.

Leading. During the Great Patriotic War, our army fought in six giant battles and fought about forty major offensive operations. Battle of Moscow (September 30, 1941 - April 20, 1942), Battle of Leningrad (July 10, 1941 - August 9, 1944), Stalingrad Battle (July 17, 1942 - February 2, 1943), Battle of the Caucasus (July 25, 1942 - 9 October 1943), Battle of Kursk(July 5, 1943 - August 23, 1943), Battle of the Dnieper (August - December 1943).

Before celebrating at the table

Victory day, tenth anniversary day,

Friend, let's make three bows.

Our first bow, earthly and long,

In complete silence, without the singing of copper, -

To those who sleep from the Elbe to the Volga,

Having paved the difficult path to Victory.

And the second bow - alive and sweet

To all fellow citizens, throughout Russia.

And its Armed Forces,

Both labor and peasant power.

And our third and last bow -

To our blossoming youth.

Young defenders of Victory,

Be like your fathers!

O. Bergoltz, 1955

How sad it is for us to stand at the obelisk

And see mothers standing there.

We bow our heads low,

Prostration for your sons.

Consider us your sons,

Consider us your daughters.

You lost your children in battles,

And we all became your children.

Young beardless heroes,

You remain young forever.

You walked alongside us

Roads that have no end.

They can't stand falsehood around you

Our restless hearts.

And we seem three times stronger,

As if they were also baptized by fire.

Young beardless heroes,

In front of the suddenly revived formation

We are walking mentally today.

And we don’t have machine guns in our hands,

And flowers are the spring gift of the earth.

That land that once

Soldiers protected, saved,

So that flowers bloom on it in the spring.