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Songs of front roads

Lecture-concert

Every spring, all peace-loving humanity lives on the eve of a bright holiday - the day 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.
She helped overcome the difficulties and hardships of front-line life, raised the morale of soldiers, and united them. As a faithful friend, she did not leave the front-line soldier in a moment of sadness, brightening up the separation from her beloved, from family and friends. She went with the soldier into battle, poured into him new strength, courage, courage...
A draft of an unpublished article by composer Alexander Alexandrov, “How War Came into My Life,” has been preserved. Alexander Vasilyevich wrote: “The sudden attack of the treacherous enemy on our Soviet Motherland caused me, like all Soviet people, a feeling of indignation and anger... From the very first days, with a holy, sincere feeling, I began to create my own weapons, which I know best, - songs..."

The song “Holy War” was first performed on June 26, 1941 at the Belarusian train station for soldiers leaving for the front line. The appearance of the station was unusual: all the premises were filled to capacity with military personnel, as they say, there was nowhere for an apple to fall. Everyone is wearing new, not yet fitted uniforms. Many have already received rifles, machine guns, sapper blades, gas masks, in short, everything that a front-line soldier is entitled to.
In the waiting room there was a platform made of freshly planed boards - a kind of stage for a performance. The ensemble's artists climbed to 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, 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 hum. But then the hand of Alexander Vasilyevich Alexandrov rises, and the hall gradually falls silent...
The worries were 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 if during the anthem. Tears are visible on the 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 sang “Holy War”.

The song "Holy War" is played.

Surkov's most famous song was born unexpectedly. Actually, Surkov did not write the song. He wrote a letter in verse to his wife. In November '41. Wrote in a dugout, near the observation post western front, on the 2nd kilometer of the Minsk highway. The words became known to his comrades in writing and in battle. They corresponded by hand, passed from hand to hand, from mouth to mouth. When, already at the beginning of 1942, composer Konstantin Listov was in Moscow on his way to the fleet, he wrote a melody to these poems.

Song "In the dugout".

Sometimes during halts, when there was no military action and the soldiers were resting, they sang and joked a cheerful song accompanied by an 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 war songs of that time, "Katyusha" was created in the pre- war time and was first performed by Valentina Batishcheva on November 27, 1938 in the Hall of Columns of the House of Unions to the accompaniment of an orchestra conducted by Viktor Knushevitsky.
And it all started with a few lines of poetry written by M.V. Isakovsky, the author of popular songs at that time: “And who knows,” “Farewell,” “Green spaces,” “Lyubushka” and several others. The poet, according to him own confession, did not know what to do next with Katyusha until fate brought him together with the composer M.I. Blanter. The composer was so struck by the “bizarre play of accents” in Isakovsky’s poems that he asked the poet to leave him the written lines, and, as Blanter himself later recalled, since then he “literally could not find a place for himself.” All his imagination was occupied with “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 the lyrics of the song were not yet available, since the poem was not completed. Subsequently, the poet together 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 war. Civil War in Spain, the operation of the Red Army at Lake Khasan and the premonition of an impending storm...
The Great Patriotic War gave “Katyusha” a new sound: many new versions of the composition were created among soldiers. Katyusha acted as a fighter with a machine gun at the ready, and as a soldier’s friend, as a nurse, and even as a partisan who walked “through the forests and villages along a narrow partisan path” with “a cheerful song that she once sang over the river.”
The soldiers nicknamed the new rocket launchers “Katyusha,” the “songs” of which terrified the Nazis.

Song "Katyusha".

The song “Blue Handkerchief” has a happy fate. Many people sang this song famous singers and singers: Lidia Ruslanova, Isabella Yuryeva, Vadim Kozin. A lot of versions of this song walked along the roads of war - but everyone heard 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 orchestra Jerzy Petersburg, who toured the Soviet Union in 1939. This version gained wide popularity and distribution during the war years, and its performer was our wonderful singer, People's Artist Soviet Union Claudia Ivanovna Shulzhenko. The time of writing the poems of this front-line version of “The Blue Handkerchief” is April 9, 1942. Their author is a literary staff member 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. Slutsky “Concert to the Front” was released on the screen of the country, and it was in it that Maximov’s version of “The Blue Handkerchief” performed by K .AND. Shulzhenko.

Song "Blue Handkerchief".

In 1943, the famous “Dark Night” by V. Agatov and N. Bogoslovsky was born, sounded in the film “Two Fighters”, which immediately became popular.

Song "Dark Night".

Sometimes some episodes, meetings, memories of front-line soldiers became a song. This is the “Random Waltz” written by E. Dolmatovsky and composer Mark Fradkin.

"Random Waltz"

In moments of respite between battles, when units were withdrawn for reorganization, a front-line accordion played in a sunny clearing, and the song “In the forest near the front” by M. Isakovsky M. Blanter sounded.

Song "In the forest near the front."

Song "Spark". How can we explain the universal popularity of this song? First of all, the wonderful poems of Mikhail Vasilyevich Isakovsky. It would seem that the song is talking about the purely personal experiences of a young boy, but what a big patriotic theme rises as a poet!

Everything that was planned
In due time it will be fulfilled, -
Won't go out without time
Golden light.

Isakovsky’s poems and the lines of “Ogonyok” were published in the newspaper “Pravda” on April 23, 1943 and seemed to be asking for song. Indeed, many composers have composed music based on this text. But it so happened that “Ogonyok” 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" Alexey Surikov wrote: "We cannot forget that the songs written by the wonderful poet Mikhail Isakovsky “Oh, my fogs are misty,” “In the forest near the front” and especially “Ogonyok” were equally 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 "Ogonyok".

In 1940, the Political Directorate of the Kyiv 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 the one that later became famous "Dark-skinned woman."

Song "Darkie".

The song "Muscovites" was written by composer Andrei Eshpai to the verses of Evgeny Vinokurov in 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 alleys of Arbat. I wanted to create a poetic monument to my peers, all the Moscow children who courageously fought against the enemy. Many of them did not return home, while others were crippled by the war..."
The poems amazed the composer Andrei Eshpai: they surprisingly coincided with what he had to endure. After all, he also happened to fight on the banks of the Vistula. His close friends at the front died there, and his older brother also died at the front. And it’s a completely amazing coincidence - we lived on Bronnaya...
The song "Muscovites" became a Soviet classic. So simple and so deep.

Song "Muscovites".

In the autumn of 1962 he came to Bulgaria Soviet composer Eduard Savelyevich Kolmanovsky. He was told how, in September 1944, city residents greeted their liberators with bouquets of roses, and how one of the soldiers said that as long as his hands could hold a weapon, roses would never be splashed with blood again. People's memory has also preserved the soldier's name - affectionate, melodious Russian name Alyosha. He is immortalized in stone with roses.
Returning home, the composer shared his impressions of what he saw and heard in Bulgaria with the poet Konstantin Yakovlevich Vanshenkin, his longtime collaborator, and showed him a photograph of the monument to Soviet soldiers - “Alyosha”.
“The poems were born very quickly, in one breath,” the poet recalls. - The topic is dear and close. I went through the war, fought in Hungary, Austria, Czechoslovakia, lost many military friends, comrades in arms, and could have died myself. If it is written about something that has been suffered and dear, it finds an echo in the hearts of people. And the topic of war is always bleeding for us.
Until 1971, I was not able 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, his 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 civic-mindedness is combined with lyrical intonation.

Song "Alyosha".

In 1968, the poem “Cranes”, translated by Naum Grebnev, was published in the magazine “New World” and began with the words: “Sometimes it seems to me that horsemen, who have not returned from the bloody fields...”. The poem “Cranes,” published in the magazine, caught the eye of singer Mark Bernes. Bernes himself never took part in battles during the war, but he went to give concerts on the front line. And he was especially good at songs dedicated to 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. Over the phone, they immediately discussed some changes in the text of the future song, and Grebnev replaced, among other things, the word “horsemen” with “soldiers”. Rasul Gamzatov: “Together with the translator, we considered the singer’s wishes fair, and instead of “horsemen” we wrote “soldiers.” This seemed to expand the address of the song, giving 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 the music. It took a long time to compose the music. Only two months later, when the composer wrote the opening vocalise, the work began to become easier. Jan 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” plays.

“Farewell”, “Goodbye” - these words began the long road of war. On this road, mines exploded, bridges were on fire, and enemy planes circled above it. The soldiers walked in the summer heat and winter cold. We walked towards bullets and fire. Until the very victory. And about these roads, Anatoly Novikov and Lev Oshanin wrote the song “Oh, roads” in 1945. The composer and poet were concerned with the theme of anticipation of battle, the feeling of it, readiness for it. The song was supposed to be a reflection on what was to come and what had happened, about the bitterness of losses and about faith in victory. Such a song could only have been written in 1945 from the perspective of knowing everything that happened in the war. And it was written.

Song "Roads".

This is what the author of its lyrics, poet Lev Oshanin, said about the circumstances of the creation of the song “I was traveling from Berlin.” “One morning,” said Lev Ivanovich, “I heard that our units were on the outskirts of Berlin. And the feeling of Victory, a big, long-awaited Victory, became visible, entered the soul, pushed aside 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 ringing flight home. And a capacious and proud line came by itself - “I was traveling from Berlin.”
I carried this line with me everywhere and didn’t tell anyone about it. But I didn’t write the song, I didn’t have the right, until the Victory became a fait accompli. And when it came, I immediately wrote the song completely. It seemed to me that in character “I was traveling from Berlin” is closest to Dunaevsky’s sunny palette. He and I 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 fly,” and all the lines fell into place as if cast, without having to redo anything. But Dunaevsky needed a chorus, which Oshanin did not have. Continuing to improvise, he played the poet a melody that could become him.
“In my opinion, it should be like this... Try to write words to this melody,” he suggested to Oshanin...
The chorus was written right there.

Song "I was traveling from Berlin."

The song "Victory Day" was first performed at the festive "Ogonyok" dedicated to the 30th anniversary of the Victory over Nazi Germany. A few days later, letters began to arrive on television. The listeners thanked me for the song.
The newspaper "Pravda" in an article about "Victory Day" wrote:
"David Tukhmanov and Vladimir Kharitonov created a wonderful song, song-poem about the past, which calls forward to the future. A song that moves veterans to tears and makes the hearts of young people beat faster."
“Victory Day” is a song of humanity, a song of true humanity.

Song "Victory Day".

In their memories - memoirs Marshal of the Soviet Union I.Kh. Bagramyan noted:
Such songs could not be born to a people of weak spirit: songs - calls, songs that inspire a just fight against the enemy, who 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, and we felt her as our own, dear, blood helper.

The song “Where are you now, fellow soldiers?” Music V. Solovyov-Sedogo, lyrics. Fatyanova.

Who said you have to quit?
A war song?
After the battle the heart asks
Double the music!

Today we just opened the pages big book 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 Victory Day.

The Great Patriotic War changed the fate of millions of people. The country turned into a huge battle camp. The defenders went to the front native land, and the front triangles flew home, invisibly connecting the front and rear. Letters... How much they can tell about the war.

Today, when it seems that almost everything has been said and written about the Great Patriotic War, it is not easy to find a layer that has not yet been studied.

Perhaps such a layer could be letters from war participants, capturing with stenographic precision not only the years and days of the heroic era, but even its hours and minutes.

This literary and musical composition helps students develop ideas about the history of military correspondence and teaches them to see the beauty of human relationships.

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literary and musical composition “Front-line letters”

Dedicated to the 70th anniversary of Victory in the Great Patriotic War

Savina Zinfira Failovna,teacher of Russian language and literature

Sections: Teaching literature , Extracurricular activities

Goals:

expand knowledge about war; interest in unknown historical facts;
cultivate respect for the defenders of the Motherland;
develop patriotic feelings and experience moral behavior individuals, to awaken interest in the history of their family and country;
contribute to the formation of students’ ideas about the history of correspondence, about letters from the war years as an integral part of the history of our country and our people;
teach to see the beauty of human relationships, form a culture of communication.

Equipment:

PC, projector, screen;
video recording;
musical design - songs: “Letter from the Father” (music by E. Martynov, lyrics by A. Dementyev and D. Usmanov) performed by E. Martynov, “Letter from the Front” (music by V. Nachalov) performed by Yulia Nachalova,“Front-line letters” performed by Vladimir Mozhaev.
computer presentation.

Decor: makeshift dugout, candle in a tin mug, soldier uniform, gel balloons(soldier triangles with letters of appeal from students to soldiers who did not return from the war are tied to the ends of the ropes),on the tables there are carnations, Memory Books, a kerosene lamp, a helmet, a cap.

Progress of the event

Slide 1.

Teacher:

We have gathered today to remember the people who went through the horror of war and gave their lives in the name of victory.

The Great Patriotic War changed the fate of millions of people. The country turned into a huge battle camp. Grandfathers and fathers went to war, boys and girls left. And at home, they remained waiting for them, loving wives and mothers, sisters, loved ones.

The defenders of their native land left, and the front-line triangles that invisibly connected the front and rear flew home. During the war years, 600 billion soldiers' letters passed through the country's post office. Letters... How much they can tell about the war.

Today, when it seems that almost everything has been said and written about the Great Patriotic War, it is not easy to find a layer that has not yet been studied.

Perhaps such a layer could be letters from war participants, capturing with stenographic precision not only the years and days of the heroic era, but even its hours and minutes.

They don't lie under bullets. Under the explosions of bombs, they don’t think at all about how to write more beautifully, more intelligently. They were much more accustomed to holding a rifle in their hands rather than a pencil. That is why most letters from front-line soldiers do not shine with beauty. literary style and absolutely simple-minded, but at the same time extremely sincere and truthful.

Slide 2.

1st reader: They wrote them on the verge of death

Under the grinding of tanks, the roar of guns.

They wrote them in the trenches, dugouts,

On the bomb-scarred border,

On the streets of burned cities.

Oh, letters from the front lines of those terrible years -

There are no more priceless documents in the world!

E. Kirponos

Video “Letters from the front (letter 1).”

Presenter 1. Frontline letters! No, these are not short SMS or chat messages. This is life, human pain and suffering, long-awaited joy and hidden hope. This is faith - “He is alive, since he writes, that means he is alive! You live, my dear, beloved, just survive, come home. Survive this terrible war! I conjure you, I beg you, come back!”

Slide 3,4,5.

Presenter 2. How they waited for these letters, how they wrote them in fits and starts between battles, right in the trench or slouched exhaustedly over the stub of a candle in the dugout. Or in the medical battalion with a somehow emaciated left arm, the right one is twisted by a wound.They wrote to mothers, husbands and wives, loved ones, children, everyone, everyone who lived with these news from the front. To everyone who read them to the core, rereading them again and again to themselves, family, neighbors, friends.

Slide 6.

Presenter 3. And how many letters never reached the addressee, the addressee was simply no longer alive or the letter was never sent. Explosion - and it broke off human life, the life of a soldier who only a few minutes ago wrote home, remembered his relatives, dreamed of returning...

Slide 7.

A recording of the song performed by E. Martynov “Father’s Letter” is playing

A young man comes onto the stage in the twilight and reads a poem.

Slide 8.

2nd reader:

At the bottom of a trench ravine

I got a shell casing from the wall.

And in it there is decayed paper,

A letter from the war.

Must be someone before the fight

Wetted pencil graphite

And with a smeared lip

I wrote as I thought, without haste.

Handed the words to mortal paper,

He wrote, leaning towards the wick,

And so time devoured the words.

And only one thing comes through: “love-blue”...

One thing left... But stubbornly

Burns through everything in life!

What did he “love”? Fatherland? Mom?

Or the one that...? God knows.

I loved you, that's all. Not by order.

And on orders that time,

He probably stood up and died immediately.

And then he rose again.

In my.

Now.

G. Gorbovsky

Slide 9,10,11.

Presenter 1. For how many years now have victorious fireworks thundered as echoes of that war, which still lives with pain in every heart. There is no family that is not affected by the war. How they waited for letters from the front! These little yellow triangles were the key to human faith, hope, and courage. It was so scary when letters stopped coming from the front, which meant the person was missing or killed.

Presenter 2. Letters from the war years preserve the memory of those days. They had everything: short, spare stories about the war and poems, photographs, if there was an opportunity to be photographed by a front-line photographer, clippings from front-line newspapers, words of love for loved ones, they contained life at that time!

A young man in a soldier's uniform sits by a candle and, reading a poem, pretends to write a letter home from the front with a broken pencil.

Slide 12.

3rd reader: My dear family!

Night. The candle flame is flickering.

This is not the first time I remember

How do you sleep on a warm stove?

In our little old hut,

That is lost in the deep 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 begin to smash our enemies,

So that nothing threatens you,

So that you can study and live!

V. Yakush

A recording of the song “Letter from the Front” performed by Yulia Nachalova is playing.

Slide 13.

Presenter 3. The old paper stubbornly curls along the folds that were pressed more than seventy years ago. The ink has faded, the printing ink has faded postcards. Letters from the front are still treasured in many families. Each triangle has its own story: happy or sad. It sometimes happened that news from the front that a loved one was alive and well came after a terrible government envelope. But the mothers and wives believed: the funeral came by mistake. And they waited - for years...

A young man in a soldier's uniform and a girl read a poem.

Slide 14.

Young woman.

A crumpled yellowed triangle,

A sheet of notebook paper, checkered, simple.

Crooked lines to the heart - it hurts so much,

Written in a boy's hand:

Slide 15.

young man (dressed in a soldier's uniform).

- They are taking them to the West. There are many of us in the carriage.

The boys are all just like me.

We talk to pass the time.

Everyone here is our own, we are like one family.

Don't be sad, mom, we are infantry!

For the Motherland, for brothers, for fathers

We will fight, believe me. And I want to live!

But I’m ready to give my life for you!

Well, that's it, I kiss you. Station. Here's the mail.

And again on the road to meet the enemy.

God bless! It's a shame there's no one to help...

I'll come back and everything will be fine.

Young woman.

Slide 16.

The letter left, and the train was bombed

Got there in just two hours.

Bodies, supplies, pots and spoons...

And blood clots in blond hair...

But 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 hit the jackpot...

Slide 17.

Wrinkled yellowed triangle

Behind the images. There is no price for him.

Crooked lines to the heart - it hurts so much...

Like the news of that damned war...

T. Lavrova

Video “Letters from the front (letter 3)”

Presenter 1. This is a letter from the front. An authentic letter written by a soldier from that war. Carefully stored in family archive as the most valuable, the most expensive. Soldier's triangle front letter. Today, authentic letters are heard on the screen. Listen to them.

Slide 18,19.

A young man in a soldier's uniform and a girl with a white scarf on her shoulders are reading a poem.

Young man.

In moments of rare silence,

Between bloody battles

Let my dreams come to you

They fly, driven by the winds.

I am writing a letter to you, dear,

On cloudless nights

And, languishing from separation,

I hurt with all my soul.

The willow tree bent over me,

Gently hugging the branches.

Under the rustling leaves,

Hiding privacy.

And I saw it in the night

Your hugs and caresses,

As if there is no dashing war,

And you and I are 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 I'm looking forward to your answer!

Slide 20.

Young woman.

Hello. Ivanushka is welcome!

I miss you!

Everything else is not so important

Everything else is vanity!

The kids are healthy, thank God!

And they grow like clockwork.

Quietly running towards the road,

Sometimes they wait for a long time for their father.

I don’t know how we live without you!

There is no measure for sorrowful tears!

I I want to hug you so much

Falling to your native lips!

In sincere and passionate prayer

I I repeat the words again:

God bless our beautiful land!

War be thrice damned!..

Video “Letter from the Front”(letter7) “ Hello, my dear... ""

Slide 21, 22.

Desired news from the damned war...

Soldiers' letters, soldiers' letters,

Oh, how they were waiting for you on the other side!

We looked with hope into the eyes of the postwoman - Did she bring bitter news to the hut?

And suddenly, seeing the gray funeral stamp,

They wiped away a tear with a trembling hand...

In one house there is joy, in another house there is sorrow...

Here he survived but was wounded, there he died heroically.

And rivers of suffering, and bitterness - a sea...

And it seems like I can’t wait any longer.

Soldiers' letters, soldiers' letters,

Read by the whole world a thousand times...

They contain pain and hope, the desire for life,

Curses to the enemy, pain and rage sometimes...

Soldiers' letters are triangles of life.

Messengers of faithful soldier's love...

Victorious fireworks, spring spray -

Eternal memory to those who died in the war!

I. Dmitrieva

Slide 23.

Presenter 2. Letters from the fronts of the Great Patriotic War - documents enormous power. In the lines that smell of gunpowder - the breath of war, the roughness of harsh everyday life in the trenches, the tenderness of a soldier's heart, faith in Victory...

A recording of the song “Frontline Letters” performed by V. Mozhaev is playing.

Slide 24, 25.

Teacher:

None of the fighters then knew whether he would live to see tomorrow, whether he would see the dawn, whether he would see the blue sky, whether he would hear the singing of birds, whether he was destined to go through the entire war and return home. But courage and bravery did not leave him. The thought that they were loved and waited for at home warmed them and gave them the determination to go into battle and defend their Motherland.

Video “Letter from the Front”(letter 4)"

The letters from the front were all similar to each other. Similar. And at the same time, each of them is unique, unique.

Thanks to mail, millions of people's destinies were linked 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.

Slide 26.

Students read lines from original soldiers' letters:

“Dear Varenka! What a joy it is to receive your letter! Strength immediately increased. Today was a hot fight. But I’m fearless, I’m used to a combat situation.”

“Dear daughter, yesterday I read Yulia Drunina’s poem “Zinka” in the newspaper. Since then, disturbing thoughts have not left me. Take care of yourself! Defending the Motherland and remembering your loved ones. Let mother's love keeps you."

“My dear, It seems like an eternity has passed since I saw you off. Every day I wait with bated breath for the postman, waiting for your news. I’m very worried and bored.”

“I'm with you, my friend. Can’t you hear how I stroke your hair, I try to tell you something warm, affectionate, but I can’t. Lyubochka! I'm with you every minute. While standing at my post, I re-read your last letter and immediately felt warmer, even my hands became warm.”

“Darling, I received a letter from you last night, but I couldn’t read it until dawn today because I was on the road. We were coming back from the battle. Today was a good day. The soldiers and I recalled peaceful life. How happy we were then.”

« In two or three days I enter the battle. 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 the artillery cannonade and thinking different thoughts. I go into battle honestly, as the son of our just family, and I think I will fight just as honestly as long as I have the strength.”

“The war will end - I will come, we will live. Write all the news about who was recruited into the army. Mom, I’ll never get used to military life.

Well, bye, goodbye. I remain alive and well, and I wish the same for you: to be healthy forever.

Write your answer. Your son Vasily."

Teacher:

Slide 27, 28.

We are grateful to you, veterans of the Great Patriotic War, for the victory, for the peaceful life of our parents, for the joyful childhood of our children.

We are grateful to all those who, without sparing themselves, gave all their strength to the fight for happy life their descendants.

Another 70 years will pass, and grateful humanity will always remember the heroic feat. Memory of the last war will never leave the hearts of people.

Participants in the composition go toThe monument erected in memory of the fallen fellow countrymen during the Great Patriotic War is laid with flowers andrelease balloons (soldier triangles with letters of appeal from students to soldiers who did not return from the war are tied to the ends of the ropes).

Musically - literary composition used:

Songs performed by:

E. Martynova “Father’s Letter”;
Yu. Nachalova “Letter from the Front”;

V. Mozhaev “Front-line letters”.

Internet resources:

Videos from the site: URL: http//yandex.ru/video/:

"Letter from the Front 1";
"Letter from the Front 3";
"Letter from the Front 4";
"Letter from the Front 7".

Poems:

E. Kirponos “They wrote them at the death line”;
G. Gorbovsky “At the bottom of a trench ravine”;
V. Yakusha “My dear relatives!”;
T. Lavrova “Battered yellowed triangle”;
And Dmitrieva "Soldier's Letters".

Literary and musical composition “Front-line letters”

(Presentation slides can be distributed at your discretion)

1. White flocks of letters
They flew to Rus'.
They were read with excitement,
They knew them by heart.
These letters are still
They don’t lose, they don’t burn,
Like a big shrine
Sons take care.

(S. Gerasimov)

2 Those who were at the front probably experienced

What do letters mean to a fighter?

How these letters made you beat

Hearts hardened in battle.

How people waited for them with excitement,

Sometimes they made my eyes moisten.

The day will come - they will come up with medals

For kind letters for soldiers!

3 . Front-line letters... It seems that even today they still smell of gunpowder and smoke, these leaves, yellowed by time, are endlessly precious, which we touch with such excitement and caution. Time itself determined their destiny - to be of historical value. They are to be kept forever in our hearts. They contain the very history, greatness and tragedy of the Great Patriotic War.

The postman enters. Distributes letters.

4. Well, mail! A whole kilogram!
A pile of letters, maybe there are some for you too?!
From sisters from brothers from brides,
How many of them are from different places!
They are long-awaited, necessary,
Some are funny, some are very sad.
How difficult it is to hand over those letters,
And sometimes it’s scary to receive...

5.- Letters, letters... How much does a triangle folded by a soldier's hand conceal? When, where, under what circumstances did it end up in the mailbox? And it was not delivered to the recipient’s hands immediately - wartime mail was often delayed... And every news from the front is both joy that news about a soldier has arrived and a soul-chilling anxiety: “Did something happen?”

And letters from home transported me to peaceful pre-war life and warmed my soul.

6 .Hello, dad!

I dreamed about you again

Only this time not in war.

I was even a little surprised

How old you were in the dream.

You will return unharmed

After all, the war will end someday.

Cute! My dear darling!

Soon the May holiday will come to us.

Of course, I congratulate you

And I wish you not to get sick at all,

I wish you with all my heart

Defeat the fascists as quickly as possible.

So that they don’t destroy our land,

So that you can live like before,

So that they don't bother me anymore

Hug you, love you.

(E. Blagina)

A young man in a soldier's uniform sits by a candle and reads a poem.

7 .My dear family!

Night. The candle flame is flickering.

This is not the first time I remember

How do you sleep on a warm stove?

In our little old hut,

That is lost in the deep 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 begin to smash our enemies,

So that nothing threatens you,

So that you can study and live! (V. Yakush)

8 . The old paper stubbornly curls along the folds that were pressed more than seventy years ago. The ink has faded and the printing ink on postcards has faded. Letters from the front are still treasured in many families. Each triangle has its own story: happy or sad. It sometimes happened that news from the front that a loved one was alive and well came after a terrible government envelope. But the mothers and wives believed: the funeral came by mistake. And they waited - for years...

Young woman.

9 .A dented yellowed triangle,

A sheet of notebook paper, checkered, simple.

Crooked lines to the heart - it hurts so much,

Written in a boy's hand:

young man (in a soldier's uniform).

10 .- They are taking them to the West. There are many of us in the carriage.

The boys are all just like me.

We talk to pass the time.

Everyone here is our own, we are like one family.

Don't be sad, mom, we are infantry!

For the Motherland, for brothers, for fathers

We will fight, believe me. And I want to live!

But I’m ready to give my life for you!

Well, that's it, I kiss you. Station. Here's the mail.

And again on the road to meet the enemy.

God bless! It's a shame there's no one to help...

I'll come back and everything will be fine.

Young woman.

11 . The letter left, and the train was bombed

Got there in just two hours.

Bodies, supplies, pots and spoons...

And blood clots in blond hair...

But 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 hit the jackpot...

Wrinkled yellowed triangle

Behind the images. There is no price for him.

Crooked lines to the heart - it hurts so much...

Like the news of that damned war...

T. Lavrova

12 . Letters from the fronts of the Great Patriotic War are documents of enormous power. In the lines that smell of gunpowder - the breath of war, the roughness of harsh everyday life in the trenches, the tenderness of a soldier's heart, faith in Victory...

( Video of the song performed by E. Martynov “Father’s Letter”)

Students read lines from original soldiers' letters:

“Mom, now I’m at Belgorod station. The city is destroyed. I don’t know how it is in the center, but for example, here, where I’m standing, there’s only one whole house. The station is completely destroyed, only one wall stands, and the rest of the houses are all broken and without roofs. But the people do not lose heart. The city comes to life again. Don't worry about me. I'll be alive. I will take revenge for all these atrocities."

“Hello my dear, dear!

Finally the opportunity presented itself 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 well, and will be alive. I shouldn't 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, also get it from us.”

“Write, my dear dear, do not forget me in the harsh days at the front. News from relatives now, here, is beyond all joy. Write a lot about Vadik, about yourself, about your homeland, about the city, about friends. How are you and Vadika? Write everything. If you think a lot about me, especially don’t kill yourself - I’ll soon return safe and sound. I kiss you deeply, deeply and dear son. Anatoly."

"Mother! You must be really tired! How many things have you had to do, dear!.. Mommy, I ask you, at least don’t worry about me. I'm fine. It's a simple matter, soldierly - we're fighting. We are trying to finish off the Nazis as quickly as possible... You keep writing to me to tell me to be more careful. I'm sorry, mom, but this is impossible. I'm the commander. And who will the soldiers follow as 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, mom, understand that I can’t do this, although, of course, I would really like to go through the whole war and stay alive, to return to my hometown again, to meet all of you.”

“My dear, It seems like an eternity has passed since I saw you off. Every day I wait with bated breath for the postman, waiting for your news. I’m very worried and bored.”

“The war will end - I will come, we will live. Write all the news about who was recruited into the army. Mom, I’ll never get used to military life.

Well, bye, goodbye. I remain alive and well, and I wish the same for you: to be healthy forever.

Write your answer. Your son Vasily."

13. It's midnight outside. The candle burns out.

High stars are visible.

You write a letter to me, my dear,

To the blazing address of war.

How long have you been writing this, darling?

Finish and start again.

But I'm sure: to the leading edge

Such love will break through!

...We've been away from home for a long time. The lights of our rooms

Wars are not visible behind the smoke.

But the one who is loved

But the one who is remembered

At home and in the smoke of war!

Warmer at the front from affectionate letters.

Reading, behind every line

You see your beloved

14 Letters from the front tell us a lot and teach us a lot. They teach you how to live and fight for your happiness, how to work, how to take care of your good name.

Please keep the soldiers' letters.

They are simple and sometimes sad,

They hold so much hope and eternal meaning.

I ask you: keep the soldiers' letters,

An alarming memory of human kindness!

15. How good it is to fall in love and laugh!

How good it is to be sad sometimes.

How good it is 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 that you have dreams at night.

How good it is that the planet is spinning,

How nice it is in the world without war!

(Video of the song “Sunny Circle”)

Scenario of literary and musical composition

"LETTERS FROM THE FRONT"
The song “Light the candles” - the librarian sings.
The children go out, take out candles, and place them near the obelisk.
Librarian: The war lasted four years—that’s 1,418 days. 27 million dead people! And we live in an era of large scales, we are accustomed to large numbers, we easily, almost without thinking, say “A thousand kilometers per hour, millions of tons of raw materials.” But 27 million dead... Can you imagine what this is? If a minute of silence is declared for each of the 27 million deaths in the country, the country will be silent for 32 years!

^ A minute of silence.
"Holy war". (Presentation: war photos)

Our yards have become quiet,

Our boys raised their heads -

They have matured for the time being

They barely loomed on the threshold

And they left, following the soldier - the soldier...

Goodbye boys!

Boys, try to go back.

No, don't hide, be tall

Spare no bullets or grenades

And don’t spare yourself, and yet

Try to go back.

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

Instead of weddings - separation and smoke,

Our girls' dresses are white

They gave it to their sisters.

Boots - well, where can you get away from them?

Yes, green wings...

Don't give a damn about the gossipers, girls.

We'll settle the score with them later.

Let them chatter that you have nothing to believe in,

Why are you going to war at random...

Goodbye girls!

Girls, try to go back.

Presenter 1:

The years are getting further away from us, scorched by war. Veterans are passing away. But the suffering of the war years and the immortal courage of the people are still alive in the people's memory. Frontline letters! Who among the older generation is not familiar with homemade paper triangles! These are the testaments of the dead heroes to the living!

Presenter 1:

This is an inexhaustible source of courage and faith in the future.
Presenter 2:

This is a war story written in the blood of brave men. She does without maps and diagrams, without reports and large numbers. And its originality lies in the fact that it passes through the human heart.

Presenter 1:

This is a story written by soldiers in the trenches and dugouts, which provides the final, victorious formula for the entire war. It is a symbol and pledge of a future victory, which must still be achieved at the cost of sacrifice and a long struggle, but this victory can already be read in the heart of the hero, in his firmness and invincibility.

Front letter, don’t be silent, tell me

ABOUT brutal 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.
Presenter 2:

In every letter from the front there is not only no stamp of doom, there is not even a shadow of this, almost inevitable in the face of near death, state of mind.

I am reading a letter that has already turned yellow over the years,

On the envelope in the corner there is a field postal number.

It was in '42 that my father wrote to my mother

Before going into your last decisive battle.

“My dear, at the front we have a break,

Friends are sleeping in the trenches, there is silence on the steep bank.

Darling, give your little son a big kiss,

Know that I will always save you from harm.”
I read the letter and it’s like it’s getting closer and closer

That alarming dawn and the beating of soldiers' hearts.

I read the letter, and through the years I clearly hear

I now remember the words that my father said before the fight.

I read the letter, and the sun laughs outside the windows,

New buildings are growing, and hearts continue to love.

I'm reading the letter and I'm sure that if I have to,

Everything that my father did, I can always repeat.

Presenter 2:

War is a difficult and cruel test for the human soul. What helped to survive, endure, engage in a fierce, irreconcilable battle with everything.

Presenter 1:

Letters. The connection with home, the confidence that you are protecting your family, that they are waiting for you, gave you the strength to fight and believe in victory.

Those who were at the front, they probably experienced it,

What do letters mean to a fighter?

How these letters made you beat

Hearts hardened in battle.

How people waited for them with excitement,

Sometimes they made my eyes moisten.

The day will come - they will come up with medals

For kind letters for soldiers!

Presenter 1:

It is difficult to express in words how much pain, bitterness and tears befell mothers during the war? What an immeasurable weight has fallen on the fragile female shoulders! Women selflessly worked at machines, in the fields, together with the soldiers they forged victory, fed and clothed the defenders of the Motherland.

Presenter 2:

How did mothers worry about their sons who went to the front? How they supported their beloved sons with warm, affectionate words in their letters.

The words in the line ran smoothly, straight,

And suddenly a distant image appeared through them.

Darling, as if alive, mother!

The soldier read the letter for the tenth time.

Worries, worries - how familiar!

All mom, in every word and line.

It seemed: press the letter to your cheek,

And you will feel the warmth and smell of home...

Presenter 1:

There is no person in the world dearer and closer than a mother. Her love for children is limitless. From lullaby song Until her last breath, the mother gives selfless love, affection, affection. And children should respond in kind - love, attention, care.

Presenter 2:

We treat with respect and gratitude people who reverently pronounce the name of their mother until they turn gray, protect her old age, and give her peace and joy.

In one village under a wide pear tree,

Just yesterday I heard the roar of the Panthers.

Wrote a postcard on the wing of a Katyusha

A tall, black-eyed officer.

The shells haven't arrived yet,

There is time to make a postcard.

He knew how happy mom would be

Receive a letter from your son from the front.
And I believed again and again

What will I find in each envelope?

Her mother's word

Her innermost: “I’m waiting!”

During these years I knew cool

That every line of the letter

Russia wrote with her,

Russia, Russia itself!

Presenter 1:

“Missing...”, “Fell the death of the brave...”, “Your son...”, “Your

husband...", "Your father...". An endless line of “funerals” came from the front. They burned hearts, dressed women in mourning, and orphaned children.

When I see someone killed

My neighbor falls in battle,

I don't remember his insults

I remember about his family.
It seems to me involuntarily

His deceived comfort...

He's already dead. It doesn't hurt him

And they will also be killed by letter.

Presenter 2:

How much the letters meant to those who were on the front line and to those who worked for victory in the rear.

Presenter 1:

The soldiers were eagerly awaiting them. Letters from a distant home warmed hearts.

Presenter 2:

And what patriotism flowed in the blood of every soldier. In letters to their relatives they said that if they did not return, they would die for their relatives, for their Motherland!

Hello dad,

I'm dreaming about you again

Only this time not in war.

I was even a little surprised

How old you were in the dream.

You will return unharmed

After all, the war will end someday.

My dear, my dear darling,

Soon the May holiday will come to us.

Of course, I congratulate you

And I wish you not to get sick at all, I wish you with all my soul

Defeat the fascists as quickly as possible.

So that they don’t destroy our land,

So that you can live like before,

So that they don't bother me anymore

Hug you, love you.

"Conversation with a Portrait"

My kitten is sleeping

Zoya doll is crying.

There is a boy Sashka in the yard,

He has a dog

And there is also a car,

And then there is dad.

And when will you arrive,

Mom promised

Me and my doll Zoya
Let's run to the station

I'll wear the best dress,

Like for a birthday

Mom will make us a cake

This will be fun

You and I will walk through the park

Let everyone see

That Katya's dad is at home,

And not in war.

Presenter 1:

In the lull between battles, front-line soldiers read and re-read lines written by a dear and close person, remembering their wives, loved ones...

Presenter 2:

Konstantin Simonov’s poem “Wait for Me,” dedicated to the poet’s beloved woman, Valentina Serova, was popular.

Presenter 1:

Written in 1941, already in February 1942, when under attack Soviet troops The Nazis retreated from Moscow, Pravda published this poem, which soon won the hearts of readers.

Presenter 2:

The soldiers cut it out of newspapers, copied it while sitting in the trenches, memorized it and sent it in letters to their wives and brides. It was found in the breast pockets of the wounded and dead...

Wait for me and I will come back.

Just wait a lot.

Wait when they make you sad

Yellow rains,

Wait for the snow to blow

Wait for it to be hot.

Wait when others are not waiting,

Forgetting yesterday.

Wait when from distant places

No letters will arrive.

Wait until you get bored

To everyone who is waiting together.

Wait for me and I will come back.

Don't be sorry for the good

To everyone who knows by heart,

It's time to forget.

Let the son and mother believe

In the fact that I am not there

Let friends get tired of waiting

They'll sit by the fire

Drink bitter wine

In honor of the soul...

Wait. And take it off at the same time

Don't rush to drink.

Wait for me and I will come back

All deaths are out of spite.

Whoever didn't wait for me, let him

He will say: “Lucky”

They don’t understand, they didn’t expect it,

Like in the middle of fire

By your expectation

You saved me.

We'll know how I survived

Just you and me, -

You just knew how to wait

Like no one else.

Presenter 1:

It is impossible to live without faith in love and friendship. This is ardently confirmed by Eduard Asadov with his lyricism, with bright power and expressiveness. The poem “I can really wait for you...” sounds like a response to the poem “Wait for me.”

I can really wait for you

Long, long and true, true,

And I can't sleep at night

A year, or two, and probably all my life!

Let the leaves of the calendar

They will fly around like leaves in a garden,

What do you really need?

I can follow you

Through thickets and climbs,

On sand, almost without roads,

Over the mountains, along any path,

Where the devil has never been!

I’ll go through everything without reproaching anyone,

I will overcome any worries,

Just to know that everything is not in vain,

That you won’t betray it later on the road.

I can give it for you

Everything I have and will have.

I can accept for you

The bitterness of the worst destinies in the world.

The whole world to you every hour.

Just to know that everything is not in vain,

That I love you not in vain!

"Random Waltz" (dance)
Presenter 1:

The dead bequeathed to us to protect the world. We draw strength from the heroic past of our Motherland to fight for peace. Our example is the feat of our grandfathers and great-grandfathers, who at one time did everything they could to protect and prosper Russia.

Do you think the fallen are silent?

Of course, yes - you say. Wrong!

They scream while they're still knocking

The hearts of the living and the nerves touch.

They scream not somewhere, but at us.

They shout for us. Especially at night

When there is insomnia in the eyes

And the past crowds behind you.

... They scream and wake us, the living,

Invisible, sensitive hands.

They want a monument to them

There was a land with five continents.

Great! She flies in the darkness

Rocket speed to the globe is reduced.

All residential. And walks on the ground

Barefoot Memory is a small woman.

Presenter 1:

May is and will be in our minds the neighborhood of Spring and Victory, Spring and Labor, Spring and Peace.

Presenter 2:

Listen: it is the May wind itself that is speaking to you now.

Presenter 1:

Turn around after the cloud moving above the ground, remember those who could have lived, but did not live to see today's May.

Presenter 2:

Think about those who will celebrate May without us - after us. It is for them that we must preserve the holiday of Spring and Victory.

Presenter 1:

Presenter 2: Wind of Victory.

Presenter 1: Wind of the World.

Presenter 2: Wind of Love.

Presenter 1:

There are fewer of us every year,

Passed through lead, fire and smoke.

I bless both men and women

Plant flowers, raise grandchildren.

No, not so that one day again

The earth groaned, burning alive,

And so that war is a damned word

Found only in dictionaries.
The song "Cranes" is playing
Script prepared

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Block No. 8 “You are the same age as 41” This block is the culmination of the concert in this block, schoolchildren of 12 pairs dance the victory waltz, the song “Spring of ’45” sounds, the war is over.

Block No. 9 This block is the finale of the concert, the lines all the participants shout hurray, the daytime fireworks begin, pigeons and gel balloons are launched into the sky. theatrical concert director's explication

Preparation plan for the theatrical concert “Living Letters”

Name preparatory events	Order placement time	Responsible for placement	order execution	Executor	Responsible for execution
Development of the script for the theatrical concert “Living Letters”				Egorov K.V.	Egorov K.V.
Selection of musical material for the theatrical concert “Living Letters”				Egorov K.V.	Egorov K.V.
Development of a sketch of decoration and costumes. Selection art material for the concert “Living Letters”				Egorov K.V.	Egorov K.V.
Drawing up an estimate.				Egorov K.V. Lukyanova O.G.	Egorov K.V. Lukyanova O.G.
Selection of musical material for the concert “Living Letters”				Egorov K.V.	Egorov K.V.
Rehearsal process			07.04.15 - 08.05.15	Egorov K.V. Lukyanova O.G.	Egorov K.V.
Setting up and decorating the stage					Egorov K.V.
Carrying out a theatrical concert “Living Letters”				Egorov K.V. Lukyanova O.G.	Egorov K.V. Lukyanova O.G.

Rehearsal schedule for the theatrical concert “Living Letters”

Episode, number	Team, performer	Location	Responsible
"Triangular Letters"	Vocal ensemble "Sudarushki" leaders	District Stadium
"May June '41"	"Sudarushki" a dancing group morin-khuur" presenters	District Stadium
"Women's Battalion"	"Morin Khuur" folk theater mbuk skts	District Stadium	Zub L.V. Egorov K.V. Lukyanova O.G.
"Children of war"	"Sudarushki" "Morin Khuur" children's vocal group dance groups of the region	District Stadium	Zub L.V. Egorov K.V. Lukyanova O.G.
"Those who did not come from the war"	“Sudarushki” leading dance groups of the region	District Stadium	Zub L.V. Egorov K.V. Lukyanova O.G.
"Letter Home from the Front"	Collectives of the district leading "Sudarushki"	District Stadium	Zub L.V. Egorov K.V. Lukyanova O.G.
“Eternal memory to those who did not come from the war”	All concert participants	District Stadium	Zub L.V. Egorov K.V. Lukyanova O.G.
“To you the same age as 41st” “Victory May”	All concert participants	District Stadium	Zub L.V. Egorov K.V. Lukyanova O.G.
“You are the same age as the 41st “Victory May”	All participants		Zub L.V. Egorov K.V. Lukyanova O.G.

Scenariotheatrical concert “Living Letters”,dedicated to Victory Day.

Venue: stadium Duldurga;

Time spending:

Responsible curators for creative teams of the joint venture, organization And pits and village institutions:

Zutkuley, Central Regional Hospital - Badmaeva L.S.; Uzon, MP "Duldurga" - Lukyanova O.G.; Egorov K.V.

Taptanay, Daewoo - Bolotova D.B.; Balzino - Gamolin I.V.; Alkhanay, housing and communal services - Dimchikov D.G.; Duldurga-Dashinimaev A.A.; Tokchin-Lodonova D.Ts.YUZES, MP "Customer Services" - Vinnik I. Yu.Props:

Tent - 2 pcs., anti-tank hedgehogs - 6 pcs., dummy rifle and carOmat - 10 pcs. (Ara-Ilya rifles, Chindaley assault rifles, DSSh) multi-colored flags - 40 pcs., streamer flags,

Design of the stadium and stage area:

There is a large stage on the stadium field. In the background esThappy banner banner. Along the perimeter of the lower part of the stage is a banner in the color of a St. George's ribbon with blooming cherry blossoms.

Behind the stage there are tall multi-colored flags enclosing all the artAndstov, extras, as if creating a colorful screen. On both sides of the mouthANew multi-colored tents for amateur artists, where you canechange clothes and relax. In the foreground, in front of (or behind) the treadmillsAWe have installed anti-tank hedgehogs.

Along the entire perimeter of the stadium, on the fences there are different colorsTflags or through fence fittings weaved fabric sheets color scheme St. George's ribbon.

- Yes, the beginning of the holiday sounds songs of the war years, a recording of congratulations.

- the announcer's text sounds against the background of a calm melody:

The further the rapid passage of time takes us, the more palpable the need becomes to remember everyone who, with their blood and lives, forged victory over the common enemy of all mankind. Time is the faithful guardian of history; one after another, it opens the pages of the heroic chronicle. Yes, ours Soviet people stood to the death, defended at Stalingrad and Kursk, threw himself under tanks near Moscow and Kharkov, defended besieged Leningrad, passed heroic path from Moscow to Berlin.

- a solemn melody sounds, and a group of standard-bearers walk out onto the treadmill. At the head is the Victory Banner. The parade continueseeffect of the box for pre-conscription youth.

Kostya. -Words of a familiar team

I hear it again and again.

The Victory Banner is carried away,

To take out the Banner - stand up!

Stand before those who have fallen

Chest on the barking pillbox.

Who from the Novgorod bogs

It will never come to us.

Who warmed himself with his breath,

In the cold of blockade nights.

Who flew away with the smoke

From the Buchenwald ovens.

Who, dazzling with a rocket,

Suddenly he came under fire.

Who's in the dying tank

It burned along with the armor.

Who buried himself in the trenches,

Scratching the ground with your nails.

Heavy fire from the Ferdinands,

Taking over with his chest.

Who is beyond their native borders?

He drove away the foreign army...

The Victory Banner is brought in.

To take out the Banner - stand up!

-The Triumph March sounds (the columns pass the spectator stands and go through the central gate)

1st block “Triangular letters”

-on the stadium field. Women's dance composition - 15-20 girls (pAnice school uniform, white bows, black men's jackets)

Extras appear on the stage and on the stadium field at the same time. On esTThere are girls in blue dresses, white socks, their hair braided in white bows. Some girls put men's jackets on their shoulders, others hold them in their hands, someone presses the jacket to their chest. On the stadium field there are extras fromeVushek, in school dress uniform and also, black men's jacketsRreap in front of you. All the artists are in the form of girls escorting their boys to the front.

- exit of the presenter (a young man in a white shirt and black trousers);

Kostya- In 1945 the explosions died down,

But they are forever in the memory of the country.

And we carefully store in the archives,

Triangular letters from the war.

-The introduction of the song “Oh, darling, if there were no war” sounds;

-the extras begin to dance, the jackets figuratively represent the young men.

Letters from our fellow countrymen will sound.

Nadya E.- Here are lines from a front-line letter from Tudupa Dambaev to his relatives home, in the village of Zutkuley . “...Our faith, weapons, nerves and immortal people - heroes and heroes - will win!” And these lines are from a letter from young Yakov Desyatov from the Ara-Ilinsky mine: “Hello, dear parents, mother and sister! My service is going well, and I wish the same for you... Hold on, don’t be afraid. Our Motherland will protect its lands and will not allow the enemy to disturb our peace and tranquility..."

Aldar- And here are the following lines from our fellow countryman, a native of the village of Zutkuley Tsingesambu, which he wrote to his parents from the Novosibirsk military school.

Dorji G.- 3-(text in Buryat language) “Enkheren panagdaha aba ezhy taanartaa armyin haluun bayarye khurgeneb! Manay ene uzekhe purguuli gurban tapar bolono. Negedehi tapargni - ordinary soldier, khoerdokhin - squad leader, gurbadakhiin - platoon commander. Buryad khubuud sug baynabdi. Mende payne le, bee baragtai purgulidaa purazha yabanab. Dakhin uulzataraa bayartay!”…

Kostya-(translation)“I send you a huge army greeting! Our school has three sections: 1st detachment - they study to become an ordinary soldier, 2nd - squad leaders, 3rd - platoon commanders. I'm training to be a private soldier. We Buryats live together. Everything is fine. See you again!"

NadyaE.- Before the war, schools instilled in boys and girls a love of sports, a desire to be better, stronger, and to show patience and endurance. And many of our fellow countrymen, like everyone else, passed the sports standards. They proudly wore the GTO badge on their chest. We were fond of sports and were sure that if there was a war tomorrow, the enemy would be defeated in three months, or, in extreme cases, tomorrow!

2nd block “May-June 41st”

Props, costumes, number of extras involved:

-on the stadium field. (1st group) of 20-25 girls (white skirt, white T-shirt or shirt, bright orange headscarf) props - two goals on the poleatbykh canvases;

(2nd group) of 20-25 boys and girls (white trousers, white T-shirt or shirt, bright orange headscarf) props - a hoop with a large red star in the center.

-a car with a large GTO badge installed (Duldurga)

-cars, festively decorated for the 30-40s - (Duldurga)

-leader exit. Reads out lines from front-line letters from our fellow countrymen;

- the background of the song “We were born to make a fairy tale come true” sounds (all the movements of the crowd to this song)

-after sports compositions concert number:

Pre-war waltz “Year 41” (Alkhanay) sung by A. Shagzhaev

- the phonogram of the first part “Invasion” sounds. Group of plastics "pr"Ochesom" with a dance group enters the field...

Aldar- The last peaceful day of 1941 was Saturday. After a normal week of work, millions of Soviet people were resting. Only in the village fields, from early morning, collective farmers went to the fields to sow, weed, and harrow on oxen.

- first part “Ballad of Mother” (Duldurga DSHI)

3rd block "Women's battalion"

Props, costumes, extras:

-multi-colored smoke bombs or smoke cannon.-(Duldurga)

- the presenter comes out holding a tunic in his hands and the leading girlmSomolka in a school uniform, with a Komsomol badge on his chest. (N. Myshkina)

-A dance group of boys and girls in solda takes to the stageTskaya form;

-Parallel to them, extras in military uniform enter the stadium field;

- alarming music sounds. Both dance groups perform compOposition for one background;

Alyona.- A huge role in the won victory belongs to the Komsomol members of our region. When part of our Motherland was occupied by the Germans, our Komsomol members actively joined the partisan movement.

Dorji G.- With particular fury, the brave commander of the partisan detachment “Spartak”, our fellow countryman, Hero of Russia, native of the village of Alkhanai, Badma Zhapovich Zhabon, fought with the enemy. Under his command, the partisans took part in sabotage, blew up the railway, derailed trains with German soldiers and ammunition, and set fire to stables and enemy government buildings.

Kostya: And then, in those first war years, letters to their relatives came from everywhere. There was no trace of fear or hopelessness in them. They were filled with life and faith in victory. (phonogram of a driving car, brakes, signal)

Here are lines from a letter from Dondok Tsydenzhapov from the village. Uzon: “Hello, mother, brothers, sisters, son-in-law. I'm going to the front. I am writing from the road, where it is still unknown. Don’t worry about me..." ... who would have known that the road to the front was irrevocable for Dondok.

Aldar.- (fon-ma explosion of a shell, whistling of bullets) These lines from a letter from his fellow countryman Boro Damdinzhapov to his teacher Babu Tsyrenov are filled with anxiety and faith in victory: “... we were landed on the left side of the city of Novorossiysk. There were brutal, continuous battles, bombings, and shells exploding all around. The marks of war are everywhere. The Germans, retreating, blow up everything. But they will answer for it. Soon we will see Germany with its head bowed down..."

Alyona.-(explosions...) And these lines from another letter from eighteen-year-old Garma Gomboev are addressed to his mother: “After being wounded three times, I was treated in the hospital. Now they are being sent to the front line. I ask you not to grieve or cry. If I die, it will be for the people’s great cause...” ...Garma never returned from the battlefield.

Ochir- (explosions, planes….) We received just a few messages from our beloved son, sergeant Dorzhitsyren Munkuev, a native of the village of Uzon. “Dear mom, dad, family and friends. Currently I am in one of the active army in Lithuania. We destroy the German fascists in their lair. He died in November 1944 from his wounds.

Aldar.-(bullet whistling...) And here are notes from the memoirs of our fellow countrymen, the now deceased senior lieutenant Grigory Fedorovich Yusypchuk: “Explosive bullets whistled above us, and I cried in that first battle. And then I got into such troubles. When only 20 fighters remained alive from our regiment...

Dorji G.-Memoirs of Ochirov Tsyren-Yeshi, an ordinary anti-aircraft artillery regiment of the 1st Belarusian Front: “German planes with crosses gave no rest. In groups and alone they bombed reinforcements of our troops and equipment...

Ochir-And here are the records of our fellow countryman Khandriy Tsyrendorzhievich Tsyrendorzhiev. “January, 28th day of the 43rd year. To the front. To the west, to defend the Fatherland. February 28, 1943. Under the eagle the first winter battles. September 1, 43rd. Again a battle in the Veseloye area of the Spas-Demensky district. Retreat. Then back into battle. And we advance with air support. The Fritz scuttled as best they could. The city of Rivne was liberated. They took the Turkish Wall on the move and took up defensive positions..."

Nadya E.-Along with the men, the women of Aga also stood up to defend the Motherland. In their letters, the girl’s pain, fear and true heroism sound especially piercing. And they were so young. Nurse Anna Fedorova carried wounded soldiers from the battlefield on her fragile shoulders. Amirkhanova Rashida walked along the difficult roads of war as a telephone operator in the ranks of the Marine Corps, Medvedev Feodora defended Leningrad, as a fourteen-year-old teenager in Ukraine Valentina Yalymova fought as a partisan, Baldanova Vandan signed on the walls of the Reichstag, Lydia Kochergina walked half of Europe together with her native cannon division...

Alyona.-From the story of a participant in the war, Sergeant Lidia Ivanovna Kochergina, the only woman who to this day looks at life with optimism. And he remembers with pain the terrible battles that he had to endure during that harsh wartime. “When the war began, without hesitation, I volunteered to go to the front. Explosions, the whistle of bullets, the roar of an exploding bomb, and I need to feed my soldiers. And, without fear of death, I did not leave the fighters. I didn’t even feel that I wasn’t carrying a woman’s burden with heavy cans and modest provisions on my shoulders. I did my duty. And it went all the way to Berlin!”

- the presenter’s text interrupts the anxious negotiations of the female anti-aircraft gunners

- the background of an alarming melody sounds...

-dance movements sometimes display text from letters.

"Anxiety! The fascist is flying! To arms! Shells, give me shells! You bastards!!! Fire, girls!»

“Katya, there is no connection! Let's get in touch! For the fascist beast, fire! (radosTbut) It's burning! Girls, the damned Fritz is burning! Again the text from the letter...

“Hello, dear and only brother! Your sister Katya is writing to you. Every day we shoot down fascist planes. And every SatAndThis plane is bringing us closer to meeting you!” The text is interrupted...

“Katka! Well done! Grind them, grind them! There's another one to your left! LOlive! Shoots, you bastard! Katya, Katenka, don’t die! Please don't mindAndparadise! We still have to live, but live with you! We're having kids! Kate!!!" Again the text from the letter...

“The fascist dropped a bomb on us and we were covered with earth. I thought we died... I was wounded... And Katya, Katya died..."

“Take it, you damned bastard!!! For Katya, for our mothers! For our Motherland, for those who are no longer with us! Take it, damned Fritz!!!

Parallel to the text, there is a background sound of exploding shells, the whistling of bullets, the roar of flying airplanes;

Multi-colored smoke bombs or a smoke cannon flash on the proscenium or in the background.

4th block “Children of War”

Props, costumes, extras:

- on the stadium field there is a junior dance group (20-25 children) (white bAlahon, black tights, canvas shoulder bag, soft toy, shawl, white or gray foot wraps-boots);

-youth dance group (10-15 people) in a soldier’s uniform and raincoats;

- alarming music sounds.

Kostya-Presenter's text:-Children of war. They survived the terrible days of bombing Leningrad blockade. Our district received many evacuated children. And the cold, hunger and horror of the blockade days remained forever in their memory...

Dorji G.-In children's letters to their fathers and brothers - pain, hopelessness, despair and anxiety. Here are a few lines to their fathers from the children of the siege...

Dasha Sh.- “Hello, daddy! Your daughter writes. Don't worry, daddy. We are holding on. And you beat the fascists! We divide the bread into three parts and cook soup from dry glue. We believe that you will return home soon, and we will be together..."

Dana S.-“... today is October 13th. We ate all our supplies of mustard and salt. It is very cold, there is absolutely nothing to heat the stove with. Today we burned my favorite book. And with her I wasn’t at all afraid to fall asleep...”

Alexei-“... today is January 27, 1943. Explosions are heard. Mom said that these are our soldiers coming and driving the enemy away from our Motherland.” -excerpts from the essays of schoolchildren in the Duldurginsky district:

Nadya E. - And here are the lines from Ayuna Dugarzhapova’s essay about her grandfather Dugarzhab Dondokov, a native of the village of Chindaley: “At the beginning of the war, my grandfather fought on the Baltic Front, after which he was sent to evacuate the Tula Arms Plant. Then he continued fighting as part of the 5th Tank Army of the 3rd Ukrainian Front. My grandfather participated in the liberation of Romania, Hungary, and Austria.

The war ended in Austria. He faced death every day and was not afraid of it, because he knew that the Red Army would win!

Ochir - And these lines are from a school essay “My grandfather Batozhapov Munko. Born in Zutkulei. On July 26, 1941, he was called to the front. He served as a driver in the engineer battalion at division headquarters. For his military career he was awarded orders, medals and received Chest sign"Excellent driver." 184 people from our village went to war, 93 did not return..."

-the vocal ensemble “Sudarushki” appears on the stage. Soloist anensemble I. Vinnik. ExecuteSong "Children of War"

- together with the soloist on the stadium field a dance group of children comes out (director Bairma Batoevna) in white robes and black trousersAndco. Everyone has tied plaid shawls, encircling back. Over the shoulder hola wood bag with a long strap, a white loose long shirt, on the legsRThey are pulling, and they are holding a soft toy in their hands. A choreographic dance is performedmposition;

-after the song “Children of War” the background of a bomb explosion sounds, everyone whoOdances on the stage, freezes in a freeze frame, and the children fall to the ground, covering their toys;

-young men in soldier’s uniforms and white raincoats run out onto the stadium field. They cover the children with a cloak, take them in their arms and carry them away from the field;

-then they return. Perform a choreographic composition ( new production, on the spot) “For the Motherland, for peace, for the future of our children!” transition to dance“At a halt” (6 pairs of Chindales)

5th block “Those who did not come from the war”

Props, costumes, extras:

-soloist in a black dress, holding a black scarf;

-on the stadium field a women's choreographic group (10-15 people) in lengthnblack dresses and scarves, the second scarf as a prop symbolizes the wings of the dancers;

(new production, on site) extras of 15-20 young men in camouflage uniforms. Berts, takes. In the hands of a dummy machine gun. The text of the presenter on the backgroundatsinging melody:

Kostya E.-Another letter from our native from the village of Uzon to his family: “My dear mother, brothers!... a lot of time and even years have passed since I said goodbye to you and left to beat the damned enemy. I went through them with fierce battles, liberating the western part of Ukraine, Moldova, Romania. After recovery, maybe I’ll come for a visit. I believe that victory is ours, it is already close. Wait for me. Your son Dorji Gomboev."

Nadya E.- (background of mournful melody) Garma Gomboev, a ’41 graduate of the Uzon school, managed to write only a few letters to his mother from the front. In his last letter, he wrote: “Mom, we are going to the front. Direction: Moscow. We will defend our Motherland, no matter what it costs us...” and like millions of other mothers who received a funeral, she waited for her Garma all her life.

Ochir-Letter from the road from a native of the village of Uzon, Ochirvan Samotsyrenov, dated September 22, 1941. “Hello, mom, dad, my friend Chimit! I'm alive and well. We underwent combat training. Don't worry about me..."

Alyona- And who would have thought that Ochirvan would soon die a brave death on the battlefields...

And like millions of other mothers who received a funeral, they waited for their sons all their lives.

- Balzino “Grieving Mother” song “Prayer” performed by I. Vinnik and wok. ans. "Sudarushki"

-at the words of the song “…..” the mothers leave the site, and towards them in theAYoung men run out in camouflage uniforms and berets. They have machine guns in their hands. ANDWithcomplete the choreographic composition “Defense of the Motherland”. In the last part of the composition, the soldiers are holding large red flags.(Chindal boys in military uniform)

6th block “Letter from the front to his native village”

Props, costumes, extras:

-leading in Buryat national costumes;

-on the stadium field there are extras in Buryat national costumes (30-40 people).

- a sound letter sounds from the front (+);

Dorji G.-Here is a front-line letter from Erdyneev Belig to Zhanchipova’s sister Zhansurun from the village of Tokchin. “...Khairatay hanagdaha aba, ezhy, egeshe, duuner taanadta amar mendye khurgeneb! Bi mende amar le dain seregei gazarta Latvi gezhe gurende bainab. Tanay zughoo besheg negeshye abana ugib. Minii nuhed Shoynhor, Bazarjab, Sharab, Dashadondok haanab" (text in Buryat language, further translation into Russian)…

Ochir- “Hello my mom, dad, brothers and sisters! I'm alive and well. During the war in Latvia. I don't receive any letters from you. Where are my friends Shoynhor, Bazarzhab, Shirab, Dashadondok and Sharab?

Nadya E.- Another letter from Belig: “...describe how the harvesting of grain and hay is currently going?” In it, he dreamed of coming to his native village, walking along the streets and inhaling the smell of fragrant bird cherry and golden bread.

Where does this come from in the letters of our fellow countrymen? After all, there was a war going on. Millions at the front... Well, they were young. They were ready to endure all hardships, because they believed in a bright future. They lived, fell in love, sang and, as they say, to spite all enemies, found time to dance...

-folk dance “Buryat Suite” (DSSh Duldurga)

-Buryat folk dance - Uzon

"Ehor" - Taptanay

-afterwards, the crowd turns to general joy, everyone hugs and shakes hands with each other. All this action, rejoicing, laughter, joyful deedsTChinese voices, etc. voiced through recording (+).

Kostya-(background sound of passing cars, brakes...) The war required a huge amount of money, warm clothes and food. On the initiative of the women of the village of Duldurga, in January 1942, they gathered in groups and prepared parcels to be sent to the front. The patriotic movement of the Duldurzhan women was taken up by the women of the region and the entire district.

Alyona- In November 1942, 3,359 sheepskins, 256 pounds of wool, 1,145 pairs of mittens, 232 pairs of linen, 882 pounds of meat, 92 pounds of potatoes, 79 pounds of cabbage were sent to the front. Women from the villages of Chindaley and Tokchin especially distinguished themselves. Having supported the call of the Duldurgin residents to sign up for the 2nd war loan, the first to do so were Dulma Radnabazarova from Taptanai and Tsyrendulma Tsyrenova from the village of Alkhanai. Ksenia Popova and many families of the Spokoiny mine collected 1,250 rubles in gold for the construction of the Transbaikal Prospectors tank column.

7th block “Eternal memory of those who did not come from the war”

Props, costumes, extras:

-soloist in a blue dress and white stole;

- extras in long white dresses, white scarves on their heads and a large white swan wing on one shoulder.

- the background sound of the siren sounds;

-all the extras disperse on both sides;

-leader exit.

Kostya.-The whole country stood up to fight the enemy. Both old people and those who had barely finished school went into battle. Many of them did not return.

Alyona- During the Second World War, 1,896 of our fellow countrymen were drafted by the military commissariat of the Duldurga region and sent to the front. Of these, more than half died on the fronts of the Second World War, 786 fellow countrymen died the death of the brave, of which 171 were missing.

Ochir- The war ended, the front-line soldiers returned home and were greeted by the entire village. Widows stood to the side, hugging each other. What was going on in the wounded souls of the women?... And the front-line soldiers approached them and expressed their sympathy with a low bow. Thousands of widows and mothers were left for many years alone with their grief and need.

-song “Mother’s Oriosa” Spanish vocal ensemble "Sudarushki" plastic group (DSHI) - part 2 “The Ballad of the Mother”

Nadia- Low bow to all mothers and widows, low bow to our grandfathers and great-grandfathers, who were not broken by the bitterness of defeat and the hell of battles, the darkness of retreats and death. You survived, defended our homeland and won. You accomplished a feat - you saved the world on the planet!

8th block “To you, peers of the 41st

Costumes, props, extras:

- on the stage vocal ensemble "Sudarushki" in Spanish. The song “A brass band is playing in the city garden”

Waltz-Duldurga DSS (12 pairs)

Ochir-Dear friends, dear veterans! On festive concert students and graduates of 2015! They dedicate their peaceful waltz to their fellow graduates of '41!

Waltz “Spring of the 45th”-DSSh No. 2 (Duldurga)-12 pairs

The dance is performed to a solo song performed by L.V. Kazakova or O.V. Zakharova.

- graduates of schools No. 1, No. 2 in a school couple enter the stadium fielddno form;

-afterwards, remain on the stadium field;

- a cheerful melody sounds, the host and children's vocal group appear on the stage;

9th block “Victory May”

Props, costumes, extras:

-on the stage there is a mixed children’s vocal group (10-15 children from children’s art schools);

- on the stadium field there are children's extras in bright skirts, trousers and blouses. In the hands of the children is a bouquet of balloons, collected in the color of the St. George ribbon;

- helium balloons and paper pigeons, live pigeons;

-daytime fireworks.

-against the background of music, the presenter reads the letters again, but this time about the Victory, joyful and cheerful;

- funny military tunes sound

Kostya-And these lines are from a letter from the deputy commander for the field unit, Captain Eremeev, dated September 7, 1944, addressed to Zhanchib Darizhabon’s mother Darizhab Tsydenovna: “Please accept front-line greetings from the command! Zhanchib is a faithful son of our homeland. For the fight against the German invaders, for courage and courage he was awarded the “Order of Glory”, 3rd degree. We are proud of such a courageous soldier who boldly destroys the enemy for the honor and independence of our Motherland. We are proud of your family, which also honestly works to strengthen our Red Army. Under the leadership of Comrade Stalin, we have almost completely liberated Soviet land and are finishing off the fascists on its own territory.”

N adya E.-In all the letters from our fellow countrymen and hundreds of other soldiers and commanders, there is an unshakable faith in Victory. They endured all the suffering for the sake of the future. And even going to last Stand, they believed that their children and grandchildren would sing songs of VICTORY!

-at this time, children run out onto the stadium field. They line up in several rows. In each hand there are bouquets of balloons, collected in the color of GeorgeVskaya tape;

-a children's vocal group takes to the stage. They perform a medley. Song “Great-grandfather, he went through the whole war” (vocal group DSHI);

- concert soloists take to the stage or the vocal ensemble "Court"ARushki” join the children;

-then everyone sings the song “Katyusha”;

- solo to a songdance "Katyusha" (children's school No. 1)

-afterwards a musical medley sounds;

-dance "Soldier's Dance" - Children's school No. 1 (40 children)

-after, immediatelysoldier's dance "Apple" - Uzon (8 pairs)

- dance (Taptanay) - 8 pairs

-waltz “Blossoming May” - Chindaley (6 pairs)

- “Cadet Waltz” - Zutkuley (8 pairs)

- all participants of the theatrical concert enter the field, line upAndare drawn into a specific pattern. Children have balloons in their hands filled with helium, at the end of the ribbon paper doves attached. Adults have living ones in their hands GOlubi.

-Parallel extras, behind the children, the labor collective is lining upAndyou sat down with colorful flags;

-on the treadmill, at the beginning and end of the drummer, between them inschildren of secondary school No. 2 are being lined up in military uniforms

- column of drummers;

- followed by children of primary school secondary school No. 2 (by branch of the military)

-column with large flags of the St. George Ribbon (RTS);

- column with red flags (District Administration)

- column with blue flags (Social protection + rehabilitation center “Naran”)

- column with white flags (D\gardens)

- column with multi-colored flags (Education);

- bringing up the rear are a car with a GTO badge and a car decorated with a bannereRami Victory.

-after,The background of the bell ringing sounds. Narration:

Vania-A golden-domed temple grew on Poklonnaya Hill,

And its majestic ringing floats over Russia.

And it comes from left and right

Majestic Russian:

ENTIRE EXTRAS: “Glory!”

Ochir-To all those who died for their homeland

ENTIRE EXTRAS: “Glory!”

Alyona.-To everyone who returned with Victory:

ENTIRE EXTRAS: “Glory!”

Dorji G.- To all those who forged Victory in the rear and underground:

ENTIRE EXTRAS: “Glory!”

Aldar-To all known and unknown heroes:

ENTIRE EXTRAS: “Glory!”

Nadia-To our people:

ENTIRE EXTRAS: 3 times"Glory!" after all:"HOORAY!!!"

Life goes on, runs, boils, bubbles!

And people build and forge!

And the mountains try to move, and all the songs of victory are sung!

- choir song “Victory Day”;

-after the song announcer's text (Vanya):

Victory! Volleys thunder above us,

And the trumpets play, and we all sing.

Hello, plowman, salute to you, warrior,

And SALUTE to our Motherland!!! -daytime fireworks, children release balloons and doves into the sky, everyone shouts “HURRAY!”

Installation sheet

Team, performer	Replica, action, phonogram		Execution point		Note
5 standard bearers	"Words of a familiar command..."	Central stand		To the left wing	They set up the victory banner and descend from the stage
4 Leading 20 girls dance group	“The explosions died down at 45, but they are forever in the memory of the country”	From the right, left scenes	Center field	To the left wing	They leave when kids with hoops appear on the field.
Shadzhaev song “Pre-war waltz”	Music "Pre-war Waltz"	From the right and left scenes	Center stage	To the right, left scenes	Descending from the stage as the drummers walk onto the field
1 presenter	The soundtrack of the first part “Invasion” plays. Group of plastics “combed”	from the left wing	Center stage	To the right wing	Descends from the stage when “Sudarushki” “Ballad of Mother” comes out
20 girls dance group	Whistling bullets replica of gunner girls alarming music	From the left-right scenes	Center field	To the left right wing	Leave the field when the presenters leave
5 presenters	“a huge role in our victory belongs to Komsomol members”	From left right wings	Center stage right left side of the field	To the left right wing	the presenter's text interrupts the anxious negotiations of the female anti-aircraft gunners
4 anti-aircraft gunner girls	“Alarm, a fascist is flying!”	And the left wings	Center stage	To the right wing	After the appearance of a dance group of girls and boys
6 presenters	“They survived the children of war...”	From the left-right scenes	Center stage	To the left right wing	Song "Children of War"
Soloist and children of the dance group	"Children of War" song	From the right left wings	Center stage center field	To the left right wing	Soldiers run out and take the children away from the field
A dancing group	"At a halt"	From the right left wings	Center field	To the left right wing	After leaving, the presenter leaves the field with the remark “One more letter...”.
4 presenters with a dance group	“swans” replica “Another letter .....”	From the right left wings	Stage, center field	To the left right wing
Soloist Vinnik I. Boys dance group	"Grieving Mother"	From the left-right scenes	Center field center stage	To the left right wing	The presenter reads a letter home from the front, at which time they leave the stage
3 presenters	“Here is another letter from the front...”	From the right left wings		To the left right wing
25 girls and boys dance group	"Folk Suite"	From the right left wings	Center field	To the left right wing
20 girls and boys	"Buryat Ekhor"	From the right left wings	Center field	To the left right wing	A soundtrack of joyful rejoicing of people sounds, the dance group does not leave, the presenters come out
2 presenters	“The war required a huge amount of money”	From the left wing		To the right wing
4 leading dance group on the sides of the field	“siren” “The whole country has joined the fight against the enemy”	From the right left wings	Center field	To the left right wing	After the words “A low bow to all mothers and widows...” The ensemble “Sudarushki” comes out
Ensemble "Sudarushki"	"Mother's Oriosis"	From the right left wings
	"Woman's Share"
Ensemble "Sudarushki" 12	“a brass band is playing in the city garden”	From the right left wings		To the left right wing
12 pairs of dance group girls boys soloist Kazakova L.V.	"Spring '45"	From the right left wings	Scene center field	To the left right wing
1 leading children's vocal group	And these lines from a letter" song “Great-grandfather, he went through the entire war”	From the right left wings	Scene center field	To the left right wing	The vocal group remains on stage, “Sudarushki” come out to them
Vocal group of children "Sudarushki" dance soloist Shchebenkova N.	"Katyusha"	From the right left wings	Scene center field	To the left right wing
40 dance group children	"Soldier's Dance"	From the right left wings		To the left right wing
	"Bullseye"	From the right left wings	Scene field	To the left right wing
6 pairs of dance group children	"Blooming May"	From the right left wings	Scene field	To the left right wing
8 pairs of dance group children	"Cadet Waltz"	From the right left wings	Scene field	To the left right wing
Presenters labor collectives all dance and vocal groups	In the words "On worship mountain a golden-domed temple has grown"		Whole field scene
Vocal group of children “Sudarushki”	"Victory Day"	Right left side of the field right left side of the field	Stage whole field		Daytime fireworks helium balloons song finale of the concert

Sound and noise score of the theatrical concert “Living Letters”

Reply, action	Name of the track	Note
	"Fanfare"
"Words of a familiar team"	"March of the Cavalry"
“at 45 the explosions died down!”	“Oh dear, if there were no war
Presenters read out lines of letters	“phonogram we were born to make a fairy tale come true”
The performance of the dance group is sung by Shadzhaev	"pre-military waltz '45"
	"The Ballad of Mother"
	“The whistling of bullets, negotiations between girl gunners”
"The fascist alarm is flying"	"disturbing music"
	"Children of war"
	"At a halt"
	"Grieving Mother"
	"Folk Suite"
	"Buryat dance"

“The whole country has joined the fight against the enemy”	"siren"
	"Mother's Oriosis"
Song dance	“A brass band is playing in the city garden”
Song dance	"Spring '45"
	"Nutcracker"
	“Great-grandfather, he went through the entire war”
"Another letter..."	"Cossacks" phonogram
Song dance	"Katyusha"
	"Soldier's Dance"
	"Bullseye"
	"dancing"
	"Blooming May"
	"Cadet Waltz"
“A golden-domed temple grew on Poklonnaya Hill...”	"Bell Ringing"
	"Victory Day"

Calculation of participants

Actors, teams	Quantity	Notes
		Konstantin Egorov Aldar Chimitdorzhiev Nadezhda Efimova Dorji Bolotov
Ensemble "Sudarushki"
Senior dance group of the Children's Art School
Junior dance group of the Children's Art School
Dance group TSH
Dance group ZSS
Dance group TSH
Dance group BSS
Vocal group DSHI
Dance Group USH
Vocal group BSS
Boy reading a letter “Children of War”		Dana Sokolova
Girl reading a letter “Children of War”		Sergey Sokolov
Soloist of the ensemble "Sudarushki"		Irina Vinnik, Larisa Kazakova

Costume calculation

Calculation of inventory and props

	Name of props and equipment	Quantity


	Balloons
	Red fabric (for 20 flags)
	Blue fabric (for 20 flags)
	White fabric (for 20 flags)
	Black fabric (for 20 flags)
	Orange fabric (for 20 flags)
	Gymnastic hoop

	Blue fabric (for double pole flags)
	Rough fabric (burlap canvas)
	White fabric (children's car)
	A4 paper multi-colored
	Artificial flowers

	Balloons with helium
	Safe fireworks
	Daytime fireworks

I approve

Director of MBUK SCC D.D. Dabaeva

Date __________________

Signature _______________

Estimate

	Name	Quantity	Price, rub.	Amount rub.
	Banner stretching (front side of the stage)
	Arched garland from balloons(above the stage)
	Balloons
	Red fabric (for 20 flags)
	Blue fabric (for 20 flags)"
	White fabric (for 20 flags)
	Black fabric (for 20 flags)
	Gymnastic hoop
	Blue fabric
	Rough fabric
	White fabric
	Fabric "St. George" for decoration
	A4 colored paper
	Artificial flowers

	Balloons with helium
	Safe fireworks
	Daytime fireworks
	Banner celebration program
Total: RUB 31,780,000

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