Letters from the front. Literary and musical composition
Scenario of the festive program dedicated to the Victory Day "Music of the Front Letter".
The scene is framed in the form of a soldier's halt (tree, hemp, fire, bowler hat, helmet, rifle).
Presenter:
On the roads of Russia, feather grasses ring,
Like a bell of memory beats in the distance,
And the dawn plays in the sky in the morning
Again peace and war among people on the scales
Many years have passed since that terrible war
Dear sons did not return home,
But we remember them and still mourn
We keep photos of old houses.
In each of our families there is someone to remember,
Who forever remained in the steppes to fight
Well, and those who returned and survived then
They have become a life support for us forever.
On the roads of Russia, feather grasses ring ...
They will remind you of a sad date.
Good afternoon May 9 - Victory Day! And, of course, today's program is dedicated to soldiers who did not spare the most precious thing - their lives! If only she came ... Victory. And about those who loved, faithfully waited and worked desperately, only for it to come closer ... Victory.
And they wrote letters to each other, so lively, so touching. How nice to see the glowing eyes of a soldier who has received news from home. Small soldier's triangles are able to overcome fatigue in one minute, relieve pain, cheer up and give strength for further struggle, struggle for victory.
(3 soldiers come out, are placed on a halt and write letters)
Soldier 1: Hello my Varya!
Soldier 2: Dear Masha!
Soldier 3: Favorite Sunny!
Soldier 1: I'm happy that I have you, Varya.
Soldier 2: You have always supported me...
Soldier 3:….and here. Thank you my dear!…
(3 girls appear with unfolded letters in their hands)
Girl 1: Thank you dear! Man is aging, but the sky is forever young...
Girl 2:... like your eyes, into which you can look for a long time ...
Girl 3:... and admire. They will never grow old, they will not fade.
Soldier 1: Time will pass, people will heal their wounds ...
Soldier 2:... will build new cities ...
Soldier 3:… will grow new gardens, other songs will be sung…
Girl 1:…other songs will be sung. We will have beautiful children.
Girl 2:…we will love each other…
Girl 3:…and live happily ever after. Wait for me!
Soldier 1: Your Ivan.
Soldier 2: Kiss. Shurik.
Soldier 3: Alyoshka.
(They leave with letters)
Leading: For them, loved ones and relatives, Russian soldiers and officers went into battle. The light and warmth of the native home was carefully kept in memory. And we still sing songs of those years about love and fidelity.
Song being performed:
Words by Y. Galitsky, music by G. Petersburgsky "The Blue Handkerchief"
Leading: Russian soldier! You stood to death on the borders of our Motherland, carried bread to besieged Leningrad, died, saving millions of lives. Through time, those who will not return, will never hug their relatives and friends, loved ones, children and grandchildren, speak to us. Never. How scary!
Words by I. Shaferan, music by M. Minkov "My dear, if there were no war"
A Soldier enters the stage, sits down in a clearing to write a letter to his mother. At the same time, the Mother comes to the table in front of the stage and sits down at the table. Expands the soldier's triangle, reads:
Soldier: Mother! I am writing these lines to you
I send you filial 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 leaden wind.
And let there be kilometers between us now
You are here, you are with me, my dear!
Mother: In the cold night under the unkind sky
And together with you to distant victories
I will pass the soldier's road invisibly.
Soldier: and no matter what the war threatens me on the way
You know: I will not give up, where I breathe!
I know that you blessed me
And in the morning, without flinching, I'm leaving for battle!
Mother: I'm with you to distant victories
I will invisibly pass the soldier's road
In the cold night under the unkind sky,
Leaning towards you, I will sing a song.
Soldier: Mom, even if you did not fight in the war,
But I can say without hesitation
That the blood of children, spilled in the fire,
Gives forever a military rank!
After all, we, at that time, young fighters,
Maybe I didn't even dream about it
How difficult it was because of us fathers,
And what was going on in the hearts of mothers.
Words by R. Rozhdestvensky, music by O. Feltsman “The Ballad of Colors”
Presenter: It would seem that all the hardships and sufferings of wartime leave no room for songs ... Nevertheless, the song always accompanied a soldier on a campaign, at a halt, in battle ... march across Europe, whose grateful inhabitants erected monuments to our soldiers.
Song being performed:
Words by K. Venshenkin, music by E. Kolmanovsky "Alyosha"
The children come out.
1st: I want our planet
The children were never sad.
So that no one cries, does not get sick
If only our merry laughter would ring.
2nd: So that forever all hearts are related,
Kindness so that everyone learns
For the planet Earth to forget
What is enmity and war.
3rd: You left us the clear sky of the Fatherland,
Home, and the road and tender bread on the table,
You left us the most important thing in life -
The joy of learning in a peaceful, happy land.
Leading:
The war died down on a sunny day forty-fifth
And the victorious salute shone over a vast country
All those who mercilessly beat the damned fascist
Parented Victory Day that happy spring.
Tears, joy, laughter, kisses, hugs...
All merged together in that delight of love!
People were drunk with great happiness,
That they saved their native country from slavery.
How many peaceful springs have rang since then,
But no one is forgotten who was killed in that cruel war
And look from the photos openly and boldly
Those who are no longer with us on our land.
Eternal glory to you, both the living and the fallen
Not sparing himself for us in the fiercest battles
Who gave their lives for our freedom,
For your home, which you saw in short dreams.
The war ended, the country rose from the ruins. The devastation was a thing of the past, instead of it came a bright, passionate hope for a better future. People continued to live, love and, of course, sing. Let's remember one of our favorite post-war songs.
Words by V. Lebedev-Kumach, music by Dm.. and Dan. Pokrass "May Moscow"
Presenter: Years have passed and the sons and grandsons of those who won the victory in the Great Patriotic War are already fulfilling their military duty.
Afghanistan, Transnistria, Karabakh, Chechnya, South Ossetia ... there were a lot of them, the so-called hot spots
Another country. Other songs. A soldier, he is always a soldier.
Song being performed:
Words by S. Sashin, music by K. Breitburg "Russian guy"
Leading: Another country. Other songs. But in the same way, in that distant war, the soldier was waiting for letters. From relatives, friends, loved ones!
The song "Write me a letter" is performed
Leading: It is very difficult to fulfill your military duty away from loved ones and loved ones. The atmosphere in a soldier's team, like in any other, is made up of correctly placed guidelines in communicating with each other, the ability to see the main thing and not get hung up on trifles. Appreciate the best human qualities and just be friends. And all this, as they say, comes from childhood.
Words by V. Shainsky, music by M. Tanich “When my friends are with me”
Leading: Of course, on this optimistic note, the program could have ended. But .. the program is dedicated to the Victory Day and it would be strange if at the end of our concert you did not hear the famous song.
Song being performed:
Words by V. Kharitonov, music by D. Tukhmanov "Victory Day"
Leading: And now we can safely complete our program. Happy holiday to you all! With Victory! Good to you, well-being, health and, of course, a peaceful sky above your head!
Literary and musical composition "Front-line letters"
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1.
White flocks of letters
They flew to Rus'.
Read them with excitement
They knew them by heart.
These letters are still
Do not lose, do not burn,
Like a great shrine
Sons protect.
(S. Gerasimov)
2 .Who was at the front, right, experienced,
What do letters mean for a fighter
How these letters were forced to beat
Hardened hearts in battles.
How excitedly people expected them,
From them sometimes moistened look.
The day will come - come up with medals
For affectionate letters for soldiers!
3 . Letters from the front... It seems that even today they still smell of gunpowder and smoke, these leaves, yellowed from time to time, which we touch with such excitement and caution, are infinitely precious. Time itself determined their fate - to be a historical value. They are to be kept forever in our hearts. They contain the very history, grandeur and tragedy of the Great Patriotic War.
The postman enters. Distributes letters.
4.
Well, mail! A whole kilo!
A pile of letters, maybe you have too ?!
From sisters from brothers from brides,
How many of them from different places!
They are long-awaited, necessary,
Some are funny, some are very sad.
How difficult it is to deliver those letters,
And sometimes it's scary to get ...
5.- Letters, letters... How much does a triangle folded by a soldier's hand conceal? When, where, under what circumstances did it get into the mailbox? And it was not immediately delivered to the addressee’s hands - wartime mail was often delayed ... And every news from the front is both a joy that news about a soldier came and a chilling anxiety: “Did something happen?”
And letters from home were transferred to a peaceful pre-war life, warmed the soul.
6 .Hello, dad!
You dreamed me again
Only this time not at war.
I was even a little surprised
Until what you former was in a dream.
You will return unharmed
After all, the war will come to an end.
Nice little one! My dear dove!
The May holiday will come to us soon.
I congratulate you, of course.
And I wish not to get sick at all,
I wish you with all my heart
Defeat the fascists as soon as possible.
So that they do not destroy our land,
So that, as before, it was possible to live,
So that they don't bother me anymore
Hug you, love you.
(E. Blagina)
A young man in a soldier's uniform, sitting by a candle, reads a poem.
7 .My dear relatives!
Night. The flame of a candle flickers.
I remember not for the first time
How do you sleep on a warm stove
In our little old hut,
What is lost in the deaf forests,
I remember the field, the river,
Again and again I remember you.
My brothers and sisters!
Tomorrow I'm going to fight again
For their Fatherland, for Russia,
That got into a dashing misfortune.
Gather my courage, strength,
I will smash our enemies
So that nothing threatens you,
So that you can learn and live! (V.Yakush)
8 . Old paper is stubbornly wrapped around the folds that were pressed through more than seventy years ago. Faded ink, faded printing ink on postcards. Letters from the front are still carefully stored in many families. Each triangle has its own story: happy or sad. It sometimes happened that the news from the front that a loved one was alive and well came after a terrible official envelope. But mothers and wives believed: the funeral came by mistake. And waited for years...
Young woman.
9 .Crumpled yellowed triangle,
Sheet notebook in a box, simple.
Curved lines to the heart - it hurts so much
Written in a boyish hand:
young man (in soldier's uniform).
10 .- They're taking it to the West. There are many of us in the car.
The boys are all the same as me.
We talk to shorten the road.
Everyone is here, we are like one family.
Don't be sad, mother, we're infantry!
For the Motherland, for brothers, for fathers
We will fight, believe. And to live hunting!
But I'm ready to give my life for you!
Well, that's it, kisses. Station. Here is the mail.
And again on the road to meet the enemy.
Save, Lord! Too bad there's no one to help...
I'll be back and everything will be fine.
Young woman.
11 . The letter is gone, and the train is bombed
Came in in just two hours.
Bodies, supplies, bowlers and spoons...
And blood clots in blond hair...
And the front is far away, this is not a battlefield,
Here is a mass grave... Hundreds of souls.
And only the wind howls for the dead,
Yes, the crow is in a hurry to break its jackpot ...
Rumpled yellowed triangle
For images. He has no price.
Curved lines to the heart - it hurts so much ...
Like news of that damned war...
T. Lavrova
12 . Letters from the fronts of the Great Patriotic War are documents of great power. In the lines smelling of gunpowder - the breath of war, the rudeness of harsh trench everyday life, the tenderness of a soldier's heart, faith in Victory ...
None of the soldiers then knew whether he would live to see tomorrow, whether he would meet the dawn, whether he would see the blue sky, whether he would hear the birds singing, whether he was destined to go through the whole war and return home. But courage and courage did not leave him. The thought that they are loved and expected at home warmed them, gave them determination to go into battle, to defend their homeland.
Thanks to the mail, millions of people, destinies were connected by almost the only opportunity to communicate. The whole war is in correspondence. Every news from the front is both joy and soul-chilling anxiety for the life of a dear person.
( Video of the song performed by E. Martynov "Father's letter")
Students read lines from authentic soldiers' letters:
“Mom, now I am at the Belgorod station. The city is destroyed. I don’t know how it is in the center, but for example, here, where I am standing, there is only one whole house. The station is all broken, there is only one wall, and the rest of the houses are all broken and without roofs. But the people are not discouraged. The city is alive again. Don't worry about me. I will be alive. I will avenge all these atrocities."
“Hello my dear, dear!
Finally got the chance to write you a letter. I am writing to you right under the fire of anti-aircraft guns, under the roar of exploding shells. As you can see, I am still alive and unharmed, and will be alive. I must not die. After all, I have you and a dear son.
My front-line life, of course, is hard and harsh. Often you have to be under fire from enemy aircraft. They bomb and fire at us with cannons and machine guns. But they, these vultures, get it from us.”
“Write, my dear relative, do not forget me in the harsh days of the front. The news from relatives now, here is beyond all joy. Write a lot, about Vadik, about yourself, about your homeland, about the city, about your friends. How is your health and Vadik? Write everything. If you think a lot about me, especially do not kill yourself - I will soon return safe and sound. I kiss you hard, hard and dear son. Anatoly".
"Mother! You must be really tired! How many cases have fallen to you, dear! .. Mommy, I ask you, at least do not worry about me. I'm fine. The matter is simple, soldierly - we are at war. We are trying to finish off the Nazis as soon as possible ... You keep writing to me so that I would be more careful. I'm sorry, mom, but this is impossible. I am the commander. And from whom will the soldiers take an example if their commander begins to think in battle not about how to win the battle, but how to save his own skin. You, mother, understand that I cannot do this, although, of course, I would very much like to go through the whole war and stay alive in order to return to my native city again, to meet with all of you.
“Dear daughter, yesterday I read a poem by Yulia Drunina “Zinka” in the newspaper. Since then, disturbing thoughts have not left me. Take care of yourself! Defending the Motherland and remember your loved ones. May motherly love keep you.
“My dear, It seems like an eternity has passed since I saw you off. Every day, with bated breath, I wait for the postman, I wait for your news. I'm very worried and miss you."
"I'm with you my friend. Can't you hear me stroking your hair, trying to tell you something warm, affectionate, but I can't. Lyubochka! I am with you every minute. Standing at the post, I reread your last letter and immediately felt warmer, even my hands warmed up.
“Darling, I received a letter from you last night, but I could not read it until this dawn, as I was on my way. We drove from the battle. Today has been a good day. The soldiers and I recalled a peaceful life. How happy we were then.
« Two or three days later, I'm going to fight. I’ll have to stay alive, which means that in half a month I’ll write you a letter and tell you about everything that happened. Now I'm listening to artillery cannonade and I think different thoughts. I go into battle honestly, as the son of our just family, and I think to fight honestly as long as there are forces.
“The war will end - I will come, we will live. Write all the news who was taken into the army. Mom, I can't get used to military life.
Well, for now, goodbye. I remain alive and well, I wish you the same: to be healthy forever.
Write an answer. Your son Vasily.
13. It's midnight outside. The candle burns out.
High stars are visible.
You are writing a letter to me my dear
To the blazing address of war.
How long have you been writing it dear
Finish and start again.
But I'm sure: to the front line
Such love will break through!
... We have been away from home for a long time. The lights of our rooms
You can't see the war behind the smoke.
But the one who is loved
But the one who is remembered
Like at home and in the smoke of war!
Warmer at the front from affectionate letters.
Reading, behind every line
You see your favorite
14 .The front-line letters tell a lot, they teach a lot. They teach how to live and fight for your happiness, how to work, how to protect your good name.
Please keep the soldiers' letters.
They are both simple and sometimes sad,
They have so much hope and eternal meaning.
I ask you: keep the soldiers' letters,
The disturbing memory of human kindness!
15. How good it is to fall in love and laugh!
What a good time to be sad.
How nice to meet and say goodbye.
And it's just good to live in the world!
How good it is to wake up at dawn
It's good to have dreams at night.
It's good that the planet is spinning
How good it is in the world without war!
(Video clip of the song "Solar Circle")
Songs of front roads
Lecture-concert
Every spring, all peace-loving mankind lives on the eve of a bright holiday - the day of the Great Victory. It was incredibly difficult for our people to get it. We brought this day closer as best we could both at the front and in the rear. And all this time there was a song in the ranks.
She helped to overcome the difficulties and deprivations of front-line life, raised the morale of the soldiers, rallied them. As a true friend, she did not leave the front-line soldier in a moment of sadness, brightened up the separation from her beloved, from relatives and friends. She went into battle with a soldier, poured new strength, courage, courage into him ...
A draft of an unpublished article by composer Alexander Alexandrov "How War Came into My Life" has been preserved. Alexander Vasilievich wrote: “The sudden attack of a perfidious enemy on our Soviet Motherland caused me, like all Soviet people, a feeling of indignation, anger ... From the very first days I set about creating my own weapon with a sincere feeling, which I know best, - songs..."
For the first time the song "Holy War" was performed on June 26, 1941 at the Belarusian railway station for the soldiers leaving for the front line. The view of the station was unusual: all the rooms were filled to overflowing with the military, as they say, there is nowhere for an apple to fall. All new, not yet fitted uniforms. Many have already managed to get rifles, machine guns, sapper shovels, gas masks, in a word, everything that a front-line soldier is supposed to.
In the waiting room, a platform was knocked together from freshly planed boards - a kind of stage for performances. The artists of the ensemble climbed this elevation, and doubts involuntarily arose in them: is it possible to perform in such an environment? There is noise in the hall, sharp commands, the sounds of the radio.
The words of the presenter, who announces that the song "Holy War" will now be performed for the first time, are drowned in the general rumble. But then the hand of Alexander Vasilyevich Alexandrov rises, and the hall gradually calms down ...
The excitement turned out to be in vain. From the very first bars, the song captured the fighters. And when the second verse sounded, there was absolute silence in the hall. Everyone stood up, as during the singing of the anthem. Tears are visible on stern faces, and this excitement is transmitted to the performers. They also have tears in their eyes...
The song died down, but the fighters demanded a repetition. Again and again - five times in a row! - the ensemble "Holy War" sang.
The song "Holy War" sounds.
Surkov's most famous song was born unexpectedly. Actually, Surkov did not write the song. He wrote a letter in verse to his wife. November 41st. I wrote in a dugout, near the observation post of the Western Front, on the 2nd kilometer of the Minsk highway. The words became known to his comrades in writing and fighting. Corresponded by hand, passed from hand to hand, from mouth to mouth. When, already at the beginning of 1942, the composer Konstantin Listov was in Moscow on his way to the fleet, he wrote a melody to these verses.
The song "In the dugout".
Sometimes during halts, when there was no hostilities and the soldiers were resting, they sang and joked a cheerful song to the accordion ...
One of the most striking symbols of the Great Patriotic War is "Katyusha" - a song that every soldier in the Red Army knew. Unlike most military songs of that time, "Katyusha" was created before the war and first sounded performed by Valentina Batishcheva on November 27, 1938 in the Hall of Columns of the House of the Unions to the accompaniment of an orchestra conducted by Viktor Knushevitsky.
And it all started with a few lines of poems written by M.V. Isakovsky, the author of songs popular at that time: "And who knows", "Farewell", "Green expanses", "Lyubushka" and a number of others. The poet, by his own admission, did not know what to do with Katyusha until fate brought him together with the composer M.I. Blanter. The composer was so struck by the "bizarre play of stress" in Isakovsky's poetry that he asked the poet to leave the written lines to him, and, as Blanter himself later recalled, since then he "literally could not find a place for himself." All his imagination was occupied by "Katyusha" without a trace. As a result, the poet spent more than one sleepless night working on the musical solution of the composition, which resulted in the birth of an immortal melody. But there was no text for the song yet, since the poem was not completed. with the composer, they began to look for a further song solution.The final plot of the song was determined by the military situation of that time: the participation of Soviet volunteers in the Civil War in Spain, the operation of the Red Army near Lake Khasan and the premonition of an impending storm...
The Great Patriotic War gave a new sound to Katyusha: many new variants of the composition were composed among the soldiers. Katyusha acted as a fighter with a machine gun at the ready, and a soldier's girlfriend, and a nurse, and even a partisan who walked "through the forests and villages along a partisan narrow path" with "a cheerful song that she once sang over the river."
The soldiers gave the name "Katyusha" to the new rocket-propelled mortars, the "songs" of which terrified the Nazis.
Song Katyusha.
Happy fate for the song "Blue Handkerchief". This song was sung by many famous singers and singers: Lidia Ruslanova, Isabella Yuryeva, Vadim Kozin. A lot of versions of this song walked along the roads of the war - but everyone was hearing one version. The first words of The Blue Handkerchief were written by the poet and playwright Yakov Markovich Galitsky to one of the melodic improvisations of the Polish composer and pianist of the Blue Jazz jazz orchestra, Jerzy Peterburgsky, who was on tour in the Soviet Union in 1939. This version received the widest popularity and distribution during the war years, and our wonderful singer, People's Artist of the Soviet Union Claudia Ivanovna Shulzhenko became its performer. The time of writing the poems of this front-line version of the "Blue Handkerchief" is April 9, 1942. Their author is a literary worker of the newspaper "Into the Decisive Battle!" 54th Army of the Bolkhov Front, Lieutenant Mikhail Aleksandrovich Maksimov (1907-1985) In November 1942, the film directed by Yu. .AND. Shulzhenko.
The song "Blue Handkerchief".
In 1943, the famous "Dark Night" by V. Agatov and N. Bogoslovsky was born, which sounded in the film "Two Soldiers", which immediately became popular.
Song dark night.
Sometimes some episodes, meetings, memories of front-line soldiers became a song. Such is the "Random Waltz" written by E. Dolmatovsky and composer Mark Fradkin.
"Random Waltz".
In the moments of respite between battles, when the units were assigned for reorganization, the front-line accordion played in the sunny meadow, the song “In the front-line forest” by M. Isakovsky M. Blanter sounded.
The song "In the forest near the front."
Song "Spark". How to explain the universal popularity of this song? First of all, wonderful poems by Mikhail Vasilyevich Isakovsky. It would seem that the song is talking about the purely personal experiences of a young boy, and what a great patriotic theme is raised by the poet!
All that was envisioned
In due time,
Won't go out without time
Golden spark.
Isakovsky's poems, the lines of "Spark" were published in the newspaper "Pravda" on April 23, 1943 and seemed to be asking for a song themselves. Indeed, many composers have composed music for this text. But it so happened that "Spark" was distributed to the music of an unknown author.
During the war years, the song "A girl in position ..." was known and loved by everyone - both at the front and in the rear. In his article "Soviet Culture during the Great Patriotic War", Alexei Surikov wrote: "We cannot forget that the songs written by the wonderful poet Mikhail Isakovsky, "Oh, my fogs, fogs", "In the forest near the front" and especially "Spark" in equal least they were close to the soldiers of the front, and the partisans who fought the enemy on the other side of the front, and the rear workers.
Song "Spark".
In 1940, the Political Directorate of the Kiev Special Military District ordered a number of musical works for its song and dance ensemble, as a result of which Shvedov and Novikov wrote a suite in honor of G. I. Kotovsky, which included 7 songs, one of which was later famous "Darkie".
Song "Smuglyanka".
The song "Muscovites" was written by composer Andrey Eshpay to the verses of Yevgeny Vinokurov in the post-war decade.
"... When I wrote poetry, the poet recalls, I most of all imagined the image of my school friend, 17-year-old Sasha Volkov, who lived in one of the lanes of the Arbat. I wanted to create a poetic monument to my peers, all the Moscow guys who courageously fought against enemy. Many of them did not return home, while others were crippled by the war ... "
The poems struck the composer Andrei Eshpay: they surprisingly coincided with what he had to endure. After all, he also had to fight on the banks of the Vistula. His close front-line friends died there, and his elder brother also died at the front. And already quite an amazing coincidence - we lived on Bronnaya ...
The song "Moskvichi" became a Soviet classic. So simple and so deep.
Song Muscovites.
In the autumn of 1962, the Soviet composer Eduard Savelyevich Kolmanovsky arrived in Bulgaria. He was told how, in September 1944, the inhabitants of the city greeted their liberators with bouquets of roses, and how one of the soldiers said that as long as his hands could hold weapons, the roses would never again be spattered with blood. The people's memory also preserved the name of the soldier - the affectionate, melodious Russian name Alyosha. With roses, he is immortalized in stone.
Returning home, the composer shared his impressions of what he saw and heard in Bulgaria, with the poet Konstantin Yakovlevich Vanshenkin, his longtime co-author, showed him a photograph of the monument to Soviet soldiers - "Alyosha".
“Poems were born very quickly, in one breath,” the poet recalls. - The theme is dear, close. I went through the war, fought in Hungary, Austria, Czechoslovakia, lost many military friends, comrades in arms, I could have died myself. If it is written about what has been gained through suffering and is expensive, it resonates in the hearts of people. And the theme of war is always bleeding for us.
Until 1971, I did not manage to visit Bulgaria, although I really wanted to. And when I first arrived there and saw "Alyosha", when I saw his huge boots made of stone, a tunic ... I felt as if I had met an old and close friend ... "
The song "Alyosha" is a reflection on the feat of a Soviet soldier, a ballad in which citizenship is combined with lyrical intonation.
Song Alyosha.
In 1968, the poem "Cranes" translated by Naum Grebnev was published in the journal "New World" and began with the words: "Sometimes it seems to me that horsemen who did not come from the bloody fields ...". The poem "Cranes", published in a magazine, caught the eye of singer Mark Bernes. Bernes himself never fought in the war, but he went to give concerts on the front lines. And he especially succeeded in songs dedicated to the war. Obviously, the war was also his personal theme. After reading the poem "Cranes", excited, Bernes called the poet-translator Naum Grebnev and said that he wanted to make a song. By phone, they immediately discussed some changes in the text of the future song, and Grebnev replaced, among other things, the word "jigits" with "soldiers". Rasul Gamzatov: “Together with the translator, we considered the singer’s wishes to be fair, and instead of“ horsemen ”we wrote“ soldiers ”. It sort of expanded the address of the song, gave it a universal sound.” With the verses, including changes for the future song, the singer turned to Jan Frenkel, with whom he had collaborated a lot before, and asked him to compose music. It didn't take long to write music. Only two months later, when the composer wrote the opening vocals, things got easier. Yan Frenkel later recalled: “I immediately called Bernes. He immediately arrived, listened to the song and ... burst into tears. He was not a sentimental person, but it often happened that he cried when he liked something.
The song "Cranes" sounds.
"Farewell", "Goodbye" - these words began a long road of war. Mines exploded on this road, bridges burned with fire, enemy planes circled over it. Soldiers marched through the summer heat and the cold of winter. We went to meet bullets and fire. Until the victory. And about these roads, Anatoly Novikov and Lev Oshanin wrote the song “Oh, roads” in 1945. The composer and poet were worried about the topic of waiting for the battle, feeling it, being ready for it. The song was supposed to be a reflection on what is to come and what has happened, on the bitterness of losses and on faith in victory. Such a song could only be written in 1945 from the standpoint of knowing everything that happened in the war. And it was written.
The song "Roads".
Here is what the author of her words, the poet Lev Oshanin, told about the circumstances of the creation of the song “I was driving from Berlin”. “One morning,” Lev Ivanovich said, “I heard that our units were on the outskirts of Berlin. And the feeling of Victory, the great, long-awaited Victory, became visible, entered the soul, pushed away all the troubles and sorrows of the war. And I imagined our guy, still almost a boy, but already a mature soldier, a man who saved his native land, and a man who has everything ahead. And I saw this guy on his happy sonorous flight home. And a capacious and proud line came by itself - "I drove from Berlin."
I carried this line with me everywhere, I did not tell anyone about it. But I didn’t write a song, I didn’t have the right, until the Victory became a fait accompli. And when she came, I immediately wrote the song clean and easy. It seemed to me that the character of "I was driving from Berlin" is closest to Dunaevsky's sunny palette. We have been planning to write something for a long time. And I took the song to him…” After reading them, the composer immediately sat down at the piano and began to improvise. The melody was born immediately, as they say, “on the move”, and all the lines lay down like cast ones, there was no need to redo anything. But Dunayevsky needed a chorus, which Oshanin did not have. Continuing to improvise, he played the poet a melody that could have become one.
- In my opinion, it should be like this ... Try to write words to this melody, - he suggested to Oshanin ...
The chorus was written right away.
The song I was driving from Berlin.
The song "Victory Day" was first performed at the festive "Spark", dedicated to the 30th anniversary of the Victory over Nazi Germany. A few days later, letters began to arrive on television. The listeners thanked for the song.
The newspaper "Pravda" in an article about "Victory Day" wrote:
"David Tukhmanov and Vladimir Kharitonov created a wonderful song, a song-poem about the past, which calls forward to the future. A song that touches veterans to tears and makes the hearts of the young beat faster."
"Victory Day" is a song of humanity, it is a song of true humanity.
Song Victory Day.
In his memoirs, Marshal of the Soviet Union I.Kh. Bagramyan noted:
Such songs could not be born to a people with a weak spirit: songs - calls, songs that inspire a fair fight against an enemy that must be destroyed in order to save the Motherland, the future of our children, the happiness and civilization of the world.
...and the song always achieved its noble goal: its sounds and words expressed our own feelings in the best possible way, and we felt it as our own, dear, vital helper.
The song "Where are you now, fellow soldiers?" Muses. V. Solovyov-Sedogo, sl. Fatyanova.
Who said you have to quit
A song in the war?
After the fight, the heart asks
Double music!
Today we have only slightly opened the pages of a large book of songs about the Great Patriotic War.
And we are very pleased that thanks to these songs we saw with our own eyes the connection between generations.
And let the songs of the Great Patriotic War sound with renewed vigor on the eve of the Victory Day holiday.
Scenario of the performance - a concert dedicated to the Victory Day
(grades 7-11)
Purpose: to expand students' knowledge about the Great Patriotic War; fostering respect for the elderly: war veterans, home front workers - participants in the Great Victory, a sense of pride in the people - the winner, fostering a sense of empathy, compassion for those who survived the war years; increase civic consciousness and patriotism of students.
Tasks:
Awaken interest in the study of the history of the Fatherland, the history of their people, develop an awareness of responsibility for the preservation of the country's cultural and historical values.
To acquaint students with works of fiction, songs, musical works dedicated to the Great Patriotic War;
To develop the creative abilities of students, skills of oral speech, public speaking, expressive reading.
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"Letters from the Front"
slide 2
Sounds like modern music.
The guys come out (someone shakes himself off, someone looks around) Grade 7-8
Girl 1:Where did you take us? There's some chaos here!
Boy 1:Yes, it's an old house to be demolished! Maybe we can find something interesting in the attic!
Girl 2: Yeah, pirate treasure!
boy 2: Treasure! Treasure! Treasure!
Girl 3: Yes, there is nothing but dust and cobwebs, in my opinion!
Boy 3: ABOUT! Look! What an old album!
Girl 1: Yes, these are old photographs, everything turned yellow!
(triangle envelopes fall out of the album)
Boy 1:I told you we'd find something interesting! Maybe these are old maps?
Girl 3:Memoirs! Let's get rich!
(collect and open envelopes)
Girl 2:Yeah, recipes for the elixir of youth.
Boy 2:We honor, we honor (begins to read with irony)
In moments of rare silence,
Between bloody battles
Let my dreams come to you
They fly, driven by the winds.
Boy 3: Come on, come on: (pulls out a sheet)
I am writing a letter to you, dear,
Cloudless at night
And, languishing from separation,
I am sick with all my heart.
The willow bent over me,
Branches gently hugging
Under the rustling leaves
Hiding privacy.
Boy 1:Wait….( takes a leaf)
And I dreamed in the night
Your hugs and caresses
As if there is no dashing war,
And we are with you in a wonderful fairy tale.
It's a pity reality will dispel miracles
With the rays of the first dawn.
Kiss the kids for me!
I'm looking forward to an answer!
The children change their mood and attitude to letters. Everyone dismantles the yellowed sheets, read them carefully.
Girl 1:Guys, these are front-line letters! How did they get here?
Boy 3:Maybe they did not reach their addressees?
Girl 2:Or maybe those who kept these letters are no longer alive?
boy 2: Let's read them today. This is our history, our memory.
Slide 3 (video "Letters from the front")
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An excerpt from “A tram to the front line” (10th grade student)
The front line was already very close to Odessa. And our militias left at the front line simply by tram. Until the end. Well, I went to see my son on the tram ...
When he was little, I accompanied him to school from the same stop. I always wrapped him three sandwiches, his favorite. And he always brought one back. Mom.
This time I also wrapped him three with me. But he didn't bring me anything back. Yes, and he did not return ... (siren howling) And I ... went to that stop for a long time.
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Song "Memory" (cf. vocal studio group)
Slide 6 (video "Mom")
An excerpt from the letter "Mother's Daughter" (11th grade student)
Dear mother, from the first lines I want to ask your forgiveness. I completed my nursing course without permission. I could not do otherwise, because both my dad and my younger brother, who did not even finish school, went to the front. I just couldn't stay at home. Of course, I did not expect that we would get into trouble so soon. On the way to the front lines, we were attacked by a German bomber. There were medical aid red crosses on the cars, but they didn't even look at it. We did not know what to do, there was a desert area around, no forest, no bush. At that moment, I forgot everything that I was taught, I could not move. Maybe it was a shell shock, because for the first time I heard explosions. All around, I was surrounded by funnels, burning cars and girls who were “writhing” in pain, and yet only yesterday they dreamed of getting to the front. When the explosions stopped, we went to the medical san bat, to take the wounded girls.
On September 9 we arrived in Leningrad. The paths to the "mainland" were blocked, because Leningrad was under blockade, surrounded by a ring of Nazis. We got there through Lake Ladoga. In memory there was a little girl who could not be saved, Tanya Savicheva. She died on the way to the hospital. Her notebook - a diary became a symbol of the negligible - bitter situation in Leningrad.
Later we arrived in Stalingrad. I wanted to help everyone, but the bandages with which my bag was stuffed could be of little help to the soldiers. Someone's arm was torn off, half of his leg was torn off, his head was crushed, and everyone asked: "Sister, help." I bandaged their wounds and prayed to God to help them endure. “Darling, be patient, please,” I said, trying to calm down. In the trench, almost covered with earth, a soldier lay and tried to say something, but I did not hear, I began to dig him out. His and my blood mixed, hands from the ground were cut. But I had a goal - to save, to bring to the hospital, I didn’t even ask what his name was, I had to help others. I did not count how many were wounded that day and the next. We just had to do everything to help them. The most painful thing for me now is that I left without permission, without your blessing, but I beg you to forgive, because I, like you, like many hundreds of others, help to defend the Fatherland. We will not let the Nazis in and we will not give them the Motherland.
I am sending you this daisy, which is the only one left intact from the battlefield of my first baptism of fire. I love you, Mom.
Slide 7
Song "Scarlet Sunsets"
(St. Vocal Studio Group)
Slide 8 (video "19 years old")
An excerpt from the letter "Nikolai is 19 years old" (student of grade 9)
Dear Mom! I am writing in the hope that I will find you and be able to bow low to you for my salvation. It was in 1941.
Few remained alive when we were surrounded, and the battalion commander gave the order to break through two or three to the front line. My friend Nikolai and I walked through the forest, spent the night in haystacks, fed on whatever we could, until we reached the village of Telyapkino. There were already a dozen or two of our brother-soldiers. Taking a break, we decided to move on together. But the chairman of the collective farm advised: "The Germans are combing the forests all around, wait, guys ..."
But at night the Germans captured the village. We, unarmed, were driven to the village square, lined up. Three fascist submachine gunners approached the first in the line - it was Nikolai - they took him to the wall of the barn and fired a line at point blank range ... We began to say goodbye to each other. Less and less of us remained in the row: one by one, the soldiers were taken to the barn and shot. Women, children, old people who ran to the square screamed and cried. But the executioners did not pay any attention to them, calmly and methodically continuing the execution of the prisoners.
I was thirteenth in line, twelve of my comrades were already lying dead by the barn. And now it's my turn. They took me. Suddenly a terrible cry cut through the air: "Son! This is my son! Don't kill him!" An unfamiliar woman rushed to me, small children clung to her skirt, she held one in her arms. The Nazis pushed me away with the butts of machine guns, but the woman with five children did not back down, rushed towards me. The interpreter said something to the officer in charge of the execution, who waved his glove. I was taken aside. The whole square was shaking. Women clutched at the survivors of the Red Army, shouting: "This is my brother!", "This is my son!", "My fiance!".
The execution was stopped "until clarification." We managed to escape during the night.
I am writing to you, Mom, in the hope that you will respond. I don’t know my real mother, but you, who saved my life and became the most dear to me. Mom, the horrors that war brings will soon end. I hope that I will meet with you and Tanya, because we will win, we will definitely win! Private of the 61st Cavalry Regiment Sozin S.V.
Slide 9
The song "Our Tenth Airborne Battalion"
(duet of the senior group of the vocal studio)
Slide 10 (video "Chernomortsy")
Excerpt "Chernomortsy" (student of grade 10)
A group of sailors from the Black Sea, taken prisoner by the Nazis after the fall of Odessa and Sevastopol, was imprisoned in one of the barracks of the prisoner of war camp in the city of Chistyakovo, Donetsk region. According to eyewitnesses, the Nazis tortured sailors especially cruelly. A prisoner of war tanker wrote in a note hidden in the stove of one of the barracks: “... they were tortured, tormented, pierced with red-hot iron, twisted their hands, and they sang songs and told us: look, friends, if anyone manages to escape from here, do not forget to tell there, in the wild, that a sailor is steel and no force will bend us. For the Motherland! Sailors uttered these words during torture. And they were tortured in front of all the prisoners of war, so that others would not think to resist. Then we learned that the sailors strangled two German sentries, but they did not have to run away.
Brothers! Chernomorians dear!
Do not think that I was captured healthy. I was seriously injured, but they healed, bastards, to use as a worker. I'm not going. Today they beat me, repulsed everything to the spleen, goodbye.
Yours, Michael L.
Today I will not be, but you, the Black Sea sailors, will remain. For me, brothers, send a few bullets - let them remember that we do not give up, that I am not, but you are.
Your Nicholas G.
Farewell to everyone who was dear to me, and the sea, the Black Sea, at least see you once.
P. T. Chernomorets will die, but with a song.
Yuri.
Brother Kolka, dear Baltic! Remember me, take care of your mother.
Your brother Oleg.
slide 11
moment of silence ( metronome)
slide 12
“The major brought the boy…..” (9th grade student)
The major brought the boy on a carriage.
Mother died. The son did not say goodbye to her.
For ten years in this and that world
These ten days will be credited to him.
He was taken from the fortress, from Brest.
The carriage was scratched by bullets.
It seemed to the father that the place was safer
From now on, there is no child in the world.
The father was wounded and the cannon was broken.
Tied to a shield so as not to fall,
Clutching a sleeping toy to your chest,
The gray-haired boy was sleeping on the gun carriage.
We went to meet him from Russia.
Waking up, he waved his hand to the troops ...
You say there are others
That I was there and it's time for me to go home ...
You know this grief by hearsay
And it broke our hearts.
Who has seen this boy?
He won't be able to come home.
I must see with the same eyes
With which I cried there, in the dust,
How will that boy come back with us
And kiss a handful of his land.
For everything that we cherished with you,
Called us to fight the military law.
Now my home is not where it used to be
And where he is taken from the boy.
slide 13
Dance "I ask at least ......"
(soloist of the choreographic studio)
Slide 14 (video "Larisa")
An excerpt from the letter "Andryusha" (10th grade student)
Hello, my dear Andryusha. I haven't received any letters from you for six months now. It is very difficult not to receive letters for such a long time. Right now: before the battle, under the roar of guns, the crackle of machine guns, under the howl of cadets, in fire, in powder smoke, I am writing these lines to you and I think, I think about you. My dear Andryushenka, what a great power love is in battle. You go into battle and you know that ahead, after the victory, a colorful and creative life. And you suddenly feel better at heart during these terrible hours, because every tomorrow brings you closer to a joyful meeting with your loved one. I remember heavy and formidable battles for Moscow. It was doubly difficult for me then: I found out that the Nazis had torn to pieces my mother and brother. It was very difficult and scary. We survived 2 phases of the offensive. By winter it was getting very cold. I was very worried about my family. Grief crushed me, but I did not cry, no, I took revenge on the Nazis, but everything was not enough for me. My feelings retained their strength, and hatred of the enemy retained its sharpness. But your letter warmed my soul, it became easier for me to breathe, as if your gentle hands hugged and pressed me to themselves. And tomorrow, at dawn, the battle. The love of life is never as strong as before a fight. Suddenly you find out that the sky is damn stupid, that the forest is beautiful, thoughtful and quiet. The village, thatched-roof huts, the smoke from the chimneys, are reminiscent of a cozy family life. Want to live. I really want to live. But live freely. This is the kind of life we fight for: at different poles we crawl through the fields, we get wet to the bone. It can be difficult, very difficult, when strength is cut off, and even death seems to be a welcome deliverer from excruciating pain, but remember that there is a whole life ahead and it becomes easier to breathe. I am far from you, Andryusha, but I am not alone, and you are not alone ... there are many of us. Through the night we look ahead and see... victory. We walk over the corpses of the fascists, walking through streams of blood, through the agony of suffering, through the dirt and horror of war. We suffered our victory, we won it. And I so want to return home, tell you and press my cheek against your rough overcoat. My dear Andrey, there is an hour left before the start of the battle. Kiss you. Your Larisa.
slide 15
Song "Smuglyanka"
(cf. vocal studio group)
Slide 16 (video "Brother")
An excerpt from the letter “Victory is near” (9th grade student)
Hello brother.
I am writing to you from the army, I serve in Panzer Division No. 353. I'm fine. Bullets fly overhead, tanks burn, planes crash. We went to war to beat the Fritz. The weather is foggy, nothing can be seen, we drove into German territory. They noticed us and started shooting at us. The first time they didn't hit us, the second time they hit the caterpillars, but we killed them. We got out of the tank and went into the thicket, where we got into a swamp, one person drowned. There are three of us left. There is a hunt, they ate the last meal, there are no more supplies left. We crossed the forest and ended up on a German bunker. We killed seven people. We sat in the bunker drinking, smoking, eating. We captured their ciphers and codes, we went to headquarters. Along the way, we stumbled upon Fritz. One ran with ciphers and codes, but he was shot down, and we were taken prisoner. Tortured, beaten, laughed at us. We sat in agony for fifteen days. On the sixteenth day we ran away from there, we came to the headquarters. We were awarded the Order of Courage.
I will beat the enemy mercilessly until victory. We drive the Germans so that they run and leave everything behind.
That's it brother. Say hello to mom and dad. Wait for me, I'll be back soon. Kiss. Boyev Mikhail.
Slide 17
Song "Sing, soldier, sing"
(soloist of the vocal studio and senior group of the choreographic studio)
Slide 18 (video "Victory")
Letter "Victory" (student of grade 9)
Victory is ours!
Hello, dear Klavochka! With fiery greetings to you, your Vasily. Klavochka! Today I decided to write you a letter, maybe the last one before our meeting. The war ended on May 8, and on May 9 the victory was celebrated. Joy, of course, there is no limit. Now, after all, the Motherland has become very close. Soon, of course, we will be in Russia. In our beloved country. And celebrate victory. All past hardships are behind us. Now you can rightly rest. We have lifted the burden of war from our shoulders. Now a happy peaceful working life is a life of still unfaded youth, full of all sorts of desires in every respect. I end here and say hello to my mother, Galochka, Nadya.
Until then, see you soon. Kiss. Your Vasily
Slide 19
Song "Cossacks in Berlin"
(Jr. vocal studio group)
Slide 20
4th grade student:
Friends come to grandfather
Come on Victory Day.
I like to listen for a long time
Their songs and conversations.
I don't ask them to repeat
frank stories,
After all, to repeat
lose again
military comrades,
who are still looking for
military awards,
One is a sergeant, the other is a major,
And more - ordinary.
I know it's hard every year
Tell first
About how the army forward
Walked with loss.
About what kind of shooting is there,
Like bullets in the heart...
- Fate, they sigh,
Fate!
Do you remember how it was in July?
Friends come to grandfather
Celebrate victory.
Fewer of them...
But I believe - They will come, they will come ...
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Song "Victory Waltz"
(soloist of the vocal studio)
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Dance "White peakless cap"
(choreographic studio)
slide 23
Girl 1: Dear friends! We were born and raised in peacetime. We have never heard sirens announcing a military alarm, we have never seen houses destroyed by fascist bombs, we do not know what an unheated dwelling and meager military rations are.
Boy 1: We find it hard to believe that human life is as easy to end as a morning dream.
Girl 2: We can judge trenches and trenches only from movies and the stories of front-line soldiers.
Boy 2: For us, war is history. We dedicated today's concert to the glorious victory of our people in the Great Patriotic War.
Girl 3: Guys, what to do with the letters?
Boy 3: Let's donate them to the Museum of Military Glory, let's read and remember!
Slides 24-26
(all groups of the vocal studio and concert participants).
DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION OF THE ADMINISTRATION OF THE CITY OF SHAKHTERSK
MINING COMPREHENSIVE SCHOOL І-ІІІ STAGES № 13
named after N.I. BARANOV
Literary and musical composition
"Letters from the Front"
Prepared by:
teacher-organizer
Anishchenko N.V.
SHAKHTERSK 2015
Letters from the front
Children sing the song "There was a soldier ..."
Presenter: A soldier was walking home from the war,
Walked the straight road
In a faded gymnast,
An experienced soldier was walking home.
And having gone through fire and battle,
What did the soldier bring with him?
Leading: Two wounds, three medals.
Names of friends that have fallen.
A flask of alcohol for conversation
He also brought victory...
Presenter: Today we have a holiday. Rather, the Victory Day is approaching, a day of joy and celebration, a day of pride and sorrow, a holiday of glory and memory of all those who gave their lives for the freedom and independence of our land. In our hall there are our dear countrymen, gray-haired veterans of the war. They bow low and thank you.
Happy Victory Day!
Children sing the song "Victory Day ..." (Everyone sing)
Leading: Soldiers of the Patriotic War, then in the 45th, won the world the sun, spring, dream ... Victory! And if children are laughing now, steel is melting and books are being written, if bread is growing in their native fields, then this is because there was a Victory!
(Song "Cranes")
Presenter: We dedicate today's event to the memory of those who suffered the inhuman torments of war, who died a heroic death for the Motherland, for our bright life, for you and me.
And we offer to remember all those who died defending our village, defending our Motherland by name.
(children come out with photographs of combatants)
Leading: The main characters of today's event are letters. Letters from one generation to another...
Presenter: Letters from the front ... They were sometimes very stingy, literally in a few lines, because they were written in short minutes of rest between battles. But they can tell a lot.
I'm sending a letter from forty-one,
Look at the picture, dear peer,
I'm on it with our guys,
Look how young I am.
Moderator: Hello my family. Hello, although when you read my letter, I will not be alive. But even through death, through non-existence, I embrace you, my family, I kiss you! Do not think that I went to this terrible war because of the desire to show off my courage. I knew that I was going to almost certain death... For you, my family, for your happiness. I went to die in the name of life!”
Presenter: Letters from the front ... They are remembered to every letter, they are cherished as the most precious thing left in the memory of relatives and friends, of those with whom it was not destined to experience the joy of a long-awaited meeting. Letters from the front!
Leading: They were expected for long, anxious days, each of which could be the last day of waiting, the last day of hope.
The postman comes out.
Ah, was the post more sorrowful
In the war more than the postman ...
How together the women froze,
when he enters the village.
What an unfortunate torment they were,
Covering your mouth with your hand, guessing
When he's down the alley
Having passed, it will turn or not turn.
How they wanted him to turn.
How terrible it was that it would turn,
How hard it was to get up from a chair
When he knocked at the gate.
And every time, like a woman collapsed,
A sheaf happened to roar,
He said: “Cry the grief ...
Cry, it will heal soon!"
(sounds "HAVE MARIA", a soldier and a mother come out).
Soldier.
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.
We were careless, we were stupid.
We are sun
e, what they had, they did not really appreciate,
And they understood, maybe only here in the war.
For life, for you, for your native land
I'm going to meet the lead wind.
And let there be kilometers between us now.
You are here, you are with me, my dear!
(puts on a pedestal)
Mother.
“Hello, my dear sons, soldiers of the Red Army! My dears, if only you knew how you eased your mother's grief with your participation and letters. As I found out what these monsters had done to my Yura, I could not find a place for myself, I hardly slept, I did not dare to take bread in my hands! And I raised and went to my son for this? When I think about his mortal torment, I cry and I remember Yura as a small, 3-year-old, healthy, cheerful, and passionately mischievous boy. I want to babysit him, stroke his head and wash his hands and feet. And again I read the terrible words: “Crucified on the cross: Lord! The Germans drove nails into my boy's legs, arms, and head.
My dears, please take revenge on the Nazis for Yura, for his suffering and pain, for my inconsolable grief.
(Approaches the pedestal of a soldier and puts a flower)
Presenter: Another funeral and another trouble.
I lost my son, got nowhere,
His grave is where the wind is noisy,
And our people will remember him.
Leading: It would seem difficult to combine these two concepts - a woman and war. But if death is approaching on their native land, if an enemy plague threatens the parental home, is it not natural the desire of a woman to protect her homeland, her children, strangers and not yet born, to preserve silence and a clear sky for them?
History has not known such a massive participation of women, such courage in military operations and heroism.
(Soundtrack of the melody "Holy War")
What happened, tell me, wind.
What a pain in your eyes.
Doesn't the sun also shine?
Or are the grasses withering in the meadows?
Aren't the stars so sparkling?
Aren't more girls dreaming
Happiness scarlet sails?
How anxiously the planet groans,
How gloomy the silence is.
What's happened? Tell me wind.
Is this a war?
AND THE DAWNS HERE ARE QUIET… QUIET…
1st female soldier. Did you bequeathed to us to die, Motherland?
2nd female soldier. Life promised, love promised, Motherland?
3rd female soldier. Are children born for death, Motherland?
4th female soldier. The flame hit the sky, do you remember, Motherland?
5th female soldier. Motherland? They didn’t ask for glory from you, Motherland!
It's just that everyone had a choice - me or the Motherland!
(girls stand on a pedestal)
presenter. At the call of the Motherland, they put on military tunics and went to the front line! Face to face with the enemy.
Leading. There were 5 girls, only 5. But the Nazis did not pass. With their lives, the girls closed the road to their homeland.
Speaker. They stand in strict silence
And the dawns are silent.
And surrounded by silence
The birch trees want to start singing.
(Soundtrack "Dark Night")
Speaker. A light smokes in a tin.
Smoke shag pillar ...
Five fighters are sitting in a dugout
And they dream about what.
1 soldier. In silence and at rest
Dreaming is not a sin.
Here is one fighter with anguish
Eye narrowed, said "Eh!"
2 soldiers. And shut up. The second one swung
He suppressed a long sigh.
Tasty smoke dragged on
And with a smile he said: "Oh!"
3 soldiers. Yes, the third answered.
Taking up the mending of the boot.
4 soldiers. And the fourth, dreaming,
Bassed in response: "Yeah!"
5 soldiers. Can't sleep, no urine!
The fifth said the soldier.
- Well, why are you brothers by the night,
Chatting about the girls!
The soldiers fall silent, remembering their own. A dancing couple appears on stage: a girl in white and a soldier.
Soldier. What, Andrei, did he remember his beloved?
Soldier(pulls out a letter) Yes!
(sing "Dark Night")
Waltz sounds.
Soldier. Wait for me and I will come back.
Just wait a lot.
Wait for sadness
Yellow rain.
Wait for the snow to melt.
Wait when it's hot.
Wait when others are not expected
forgetting yesterday.
Wait for me and I will come back.
Just keep waiting...
Young woman. I know you will be back soon.
I believe that the
this will come to me.
Sadness and separation will remain at the door.
And only joy will enter the house.
And one evening with you
Pressing against the shoulder, we will sit down
And letters, like a chronicle of battle,
As a chronicle of feelings, reread.
y Life goes on.
And the day begins again.
The rainy season continues.
The growing wind shakes the big loaves.
th This is your destiny!
ALL: This is our common destiny!
sing the song Victory Day.
Attention, only TODAY!
