Valentina Menyailenko
Project on literary reading in 4th grade “They defended the Motherland”
Municipal budgetary educational institution
"Kalacheevskaya secondary school No. 6"
Project
By literary reading on the topic:
"They defended the Motherland»
Completed: student 4 "IN" class
Menyailenko Igor
Supervisor: Grishchenko O. P.
Kalach 2017
I. Introduction...p. 3.
II. Main part
1. What does it mean to me Homeland...page. 5.
2. They defended the Motherland....page 7.
3. Poets and writers about the war...p. 8.
4. War heroes…. page 13.
Regular S. K….p. 14.
Regular N.S…. page 14
III. Conclusion….p. 15.
IV. List literature...page. 16.
V. Appendix….p. 17.
I. INTRODUCTION
People say: "The fallen live as long as they are remembered". We did not know the war, but we heard about what a terrible grief and tragedy it was for many millions of people. Our great-grandmothers and great-grandfathers took the brunt of events on their shoulders in the very full meaning this word. We want the memory of defenders of the Fatherland who defended peace and freedom, about those who survived this difficult war, always lived in our hearts.
Relevance project
Let's remember everyone by name
Let's remember our heroes.
It's not the dead who need this!
The living need this!
Subject project quite relevant in our time. More than half a century has passed since the Victory Day of our people in the Great Patriotic War. Fewer and fewer eyewitnesses of the terrible hard times remain with us. Primary school students know little about this war, they do not think about the traces the war left on their families, on the families of their fellow countrymen. Without the memory of the Great Patriotic War, the great Victory, neither the dignity of Russia nor the humanization of Russian society is unthinkable, because the Great Patriotic War is the spiritual feat of our fathers, grandfathers, mothers and grandmothers, many of whom continue to live next to us - a feat without which neither you and I, nor Russia would exist.
Hypothesis:
The memory of the Great Patriotic War will be preserved if every person knows and remembers the war, the people, the heroic defended the Motherland, and pass it on by inheritance.
Target project:
determine the role of prose and poetry about Homeland and war, their influence on the consciousness of people in war and post-war times.
Tasks:
Answer the questions “What is Motherland and
patriotism?"
reveal the history of the tragedy and triumph of our people in the Great Patriotic War;
introduce students to poets and writers - front-line soldiers and their works;
tell about your relatives, defended the Motherland during the Great Patriotic War;
develop skills to work with historical sources and the ability to analyze works of art;
develop the ability to establish relationships between historical and literary processes;
develop the ability to use information Technology in the learning process;
foster a sense of pride in our heroic past Motherland.
II. MAIN PART
1. What does mine mean to me? Motherland
Motherland! Everyone knows this word from childhood. Homeland is a country in which you was born, you live with your family and friends.
Forests, fields, mountains, rivers - it's all ours Motherland. We are proud of our Homeland and its people. Our people accomplished many glorious feats during the Great Patriotic War.
We love ours native language, songs and dances of their people.
Be in love Motherland- this is to increase her fame and wealth with her labor.
Motherland- this is not only the place where I live. Motherland is my home in which I was born, Homeland is a school, where I study, this is the street along which I walk every day with my friends.
My Motherland It’s incredibly important to me, every person has it, but I have it the best. I wouldn't want to have any other Motherland. Even if I ever go to another country, I will always remember it, remember every moment I lived in it.
No one can forget theirs Motherland, she will always be in our heart. Exactly this the best place, which may be on the ground.
FATHERLAND SWEET BEAUTY
M. Plyatskovsky
How good wander in the forest,
Picking raspberries from the bush
And inadvertently knock off the dew
From a maple leaf.
Listen to the pine ringing,
Like an oak tree creaking and humming.
Sometimes bright, sometimes sad
Melody of rain.
Birch space loving
And the height of the sky,
We are discovering
The beauty of the fatherland.
The songs are always clear
In the bird's language
And the water seems sweet
In an ordinary stream.
Any of us is ready to find out
Familiar verses
And in the quiet rustle of flowers,
And in the rustle of alder.
Birch space loving
And the height of the sky,
We are discovering
The beauty of the fatherland.
She is simple, she is pure,
You can't get used to it
Motherland's sweet beauty
Makes us more tender.
It illuminates us for a reason
Like a joyful dawn
Sweet beauty of the Fatherland,
There is no more beautiful one!
Birch space loving
And the height of the sky,
We are discovering
The beauty of the fatherland.
2. They defended the Motherland
More than half a century ago, in 1941, our country was attacked by fascist troops. All the people then rose to defense of the Motherland! The feat of people who protected us, their descendants, will never be forgotten!
How can we forget the blood shed for our freedom and happiness? How can we forget the feat of soldier Alexander Matrosov, who covered the embrasure of an enemy machine-gun bunker with his chest, or the feat of pilot Nikolai Gastello, who directed his burning plane at a concentration of fascist vehicles and tanks? Is the feat of millions of infantrymen who kneaded the mud of the off-road, knocked out the enemy from the territory of our country and crushed the reptile in its belly - in Berlin, really so small? Their daily military work is just as worthy of admiration and admiration as the individual heroic exploits about which books have been written and films have been made!
They defended the Motherland not only at the front, but also in the rear. Without millions and millions of women, teenagers, specialists who worked in the rear at military factories, in the fields, in textile factories, our Victory would not have happened! Therefore, these people have long been equated with full participants in the Great Patriotic War. Contributed to the cause of liberation Motherland from foreign invaders and military doctors who saved millions of lives and returned many thousands of soldiers to duty. The Case of Liberation Motherland was popular, so when we we talk: "They defended the Motherland» , we must keep in mind the entire military generation, all the people who lived at that time - who fought and worked in the rear. Eternal memory to them and eternal glory to them! And our task is to never forget ourselves and convey our memory of the war and those who defended the country, to our descendants.
3. Poets and writers about war
Russian literature, which has long been famous for its closeness to the people, has perhaps never been so closely connected with life and was not as purposeful as in 1941-1945. In essence, she became literature one theme - the theme of war, the theme Motherland. Yes, it is difficult to overestimate a writer’s word on war and about war. An apt, striking, uplifting word, poem, song, ditty, a vivid heroic image of a soldier or commander. They inspired warriors to heroic deeds and led them to victory. These words are still full of patriotic resonance today. Soviet literature wartime was multi-problem and multi-genre. Poems, essays, journalistic articles, stories, plays, poems, and novels were created by writers during the war years.
More than a thousand writers took part in the fighting on the fronts of the Great Patriotic War, "pen and machine gun" protecting native land . Of the more than 1,000 writers who went to the front, more than 400 did not return from the war, 21 became Heroes Soviet Union.
Famous masters of our literature(M. Sholokhov, L. Leonov, A. Tolstoy, A. Fadeev, Vs. Ivanov, I. Erenburg, B. Gorbatov, D. Bedny, V. Vishnevsky, V. Vasilevskaya, K. Simonov, A. Surkov, B Lavrenev, L. Sobolev and many others) became correspondents for front-line and central newspapers.
When the guns thundered, the muses were not silent. Throughout the war - and in hard times failures and retreats, and in the days of victories - our literature strived to reveal moral qualities as fully as possible Soviet man. Nurturing love for Homeland, Soviet literature fostered hatred of the enemy.
Significant in literature the war years role of prose. The prose of the Great Patriotic War reached great creative heights. Into the Soviet gold fund literature included such works created during the war years as "Russian character" A. Tolstoy, "The Science of Hate" And "They fought for Motherland» M. Sholokhova, "The Capture of Velikoshumsk" L. Leonova, "Young guard" A. Fadeeva, "Unconquered" B. Gorbatova, "Rainbow" V. Vasilevskaya and others, who became an example for writers of post-war generations.
Poetry (the best stuff, of course) has done a lot to awaken in people, in dire, catastrophic circumstances, a sense of responsibility, an understanding that the fate of the people and the country depends on them, on everyone - no one else, no one else. The list of wartime poets is long. Here are the names of some of them them: Boris Slutsky, Semyon Gudzenko, Konstantin Simonov, Pavel Kogan, Evgeny Vinokurov, Bulat Okudzhava, Dmitry Chibisov and many others.
Semyon Gudzenko
BEFORE THE ATTACK
When they go to death, they sing,
and before that
you can cry.
After all, the most terrible hour in battle is
an hour of waiting for an attack.
The snow is full of mines all around
and turned black from mine dust.
and a friend dies.
And that means death passes by.
Now it's my turn
Follow me alone
the hunt is on.
Damn you
forty-first year -
you, infantry frozen in the snow.
I feel like I'm a magnet
that I attract mines.
and the lieutenant wheezes.
And death passes by again.
But we already
unable to wait.
And he leads us through the trenches
numb enmity
a hole in the neck with a bayonet.
The fight was short.
drank ice-cold vodka,
and picked it out with a knife
from under the nails
I am someone else's blood.
Mikhail Isakovsky
ENEMIES BURNED THEIR HOME
Enemies burned down my home,
They killed his entire family.
Where should the soldier go now?
To whom should I bear my sorrow?
The soldier went in deep grief
At the crossroads of two roads,
Found a soldier in a wide field
A hillock overgrown with grass.
The soldier stands - and like lumps
Stuck in his throat.
The soldier said: “Meet, Praskovya,
Hero - her husband.
Prepare a meal for the guest
Lay a wide table in the hut, -
Your day, your holiday of return
I came to you to celebrate..."
No one answered the soldier
Nobody met him
And only the warm summer wind
I shook the grave grass.
The soldier sighed, adjusted his belt,
He opened his traveling bag,
I put a bottle of bitter
On the gray gravestone.
“Don’t judge me, Praskovya,
that I came to you such:
I wanted to drink to your health,
And I must drink to the peace.
Friends and girlfriends will come together again,
But we will never meet again..."
And the soldier drank from a copper mug
Half the wine with sadness.
He drank - a soldier, a servant of the people,
And he spoke with pain in his heart:
“I have been coming to you for four years,
I conquered three powers..."
The soldier got drunk, a tear rolled down,
A tear of unfulfilled hopes,
And there was a glow on his chest
Medal for the city of Budapest.
Evgeniy Vinokurov
For fathers who returned from the front,
Having peeled off the bags and pouches,
The guys don't ask
colored candies,
And they ask for war stories.
Yielding to the insistence of the guys,
Fathers to them, before it gets dark,
Like adults, they talk about their lives
And they stroke them ineptly.
And the children will fall asleep
Military awards
Touching your head in a dream.
Fathers gently cradle them
Song
Stroevoy.
So that again on the earthly planet
That war did not happen again
We need our children
We remembered this as we...
4. War heroes
Throughout our centuries-old history Motherland the people valued above all else loyalty to the Fatherland, the courage and bravery of heroes fighting for the triumph of goodness and justice...
Wherever you go or go,
But stop here
To the grave this way
Bow with all your heart.
Whoever you are - fisherman, miner,
Scientist or shepherd, -
Remember forever: lies here
Your very best friend.
For both you and me
He did everything he could:
He did not spare himself in battle,
A Saved my homeland.
M. Isakovsky
The war touched every family with its cruel hand. And today we, who remained on our land, watered with the blood of millions, turn our memory to those of our relatives who defended our Motherland.
Our families were also affected by the Great Patriotic War... Almost all of our children class great-grandparents fought for our Motherland, glorifying families with their exploits. Some of them were soldiers, others were sisters or brothers of mercy, some worked in the rear. Many of them are no longer alive, but we will always remember them!
I want to talk about my great-great-grandfather Regular Seraphim Kuzmich and great-grandfather Regular Nikolai Serafimovich.
Regular Seraphim Kuzmich
Was born in 1903 in the village of Leskovo. Before the war he worked on a collective farm. Was loving husband and father of six children. Drafted into the army in 1941. Participated in battles with German fascist invaders until complete victory in the Great Patriotic War. Demobilized from the army in 1945. After the war he worked on a collective farm "Lenin's Way". Awarded medals. Died November 16, 1986.
Was born 1924 in the village of Leskovo. Before the war he worked on a collective farm "Lenin's Way". Drafted into the army in October 1943. He took part in battles with Japan in military unit 16976 as a telephone operator of an artillery unit. Demobilized in April 1950. After the war he worked on a collective farm. Awarded the Order of the Patriotic War, 2nd degree and medals. I am very proud to have such great-great-grandfathers. It’s a shame that I know so little about their life at the front. I would like to be like them, to be as brave and courageous. Maybe thanks to them, I don’t know what war is. I don't know war...
III. CONCLUSION
The height of human achievement is determined by the strength of love for life. The stronger this love, the more incomprehensible the dimension of the feat performed by a person for the love of life. And the feat of the people is a direct reflection of the feat of each person, multiplied by a million, by tens of millions. Thanks to the works of writers and poets of the war and post-war times, people learned the truth about the war and were inspired to heroic deeds.
Such books should be read, especially by boys aged 14-16. They contain the truth about war, about life and death, and not slogans and fairy tales. Playing computer games we completely lose touch with reality, we don’t appreciate what we have at all. We must say thank you to the unique writers who told us about the war. They reveal even such terrible topics in an accessible and exciting way - the reader seems to dive into the plot, becoming an involuntary spectator, an accomplice. It seems to me that we are still capable of repeating the feat of unity, brotherhood and duty, which became the main meaning of the Great Patriotic War, which ended many years ago.
IV. LIST LITERATURES
1. History of Russian Soviet Literature /Ed.. P. Vykhodtseva. -M., 1970.-S. 390.
2. Kuzmichev I. Genres of Russian literature of the war years. - Gorky, 1962.
3. Bykov V. Sotnikov. – M.: Children’s literature, 2015.
4. Surkov A. Poems. – M.: Khudozhestvennaya literature, 1985.
5. Editor-compiler N.S. Shevtsov, About those who returned from the war, Voronezh 2000.-P. 559.
Internet resources
6. Song of Victory [Electronic resource]: poems // Leningrad Blockade Feat: [website]. - Mode access: http://blokada.otrok.ru/library/pobeda/index.htm- Cap. from the screen.
7. Thematic collections: Victory Day. [Electronic resource] – Mode access: http://www.metodkabinet.eu/BGM/Temkatalog/TemKollekzii_9_may.html
Scenario of a literary and musical evening dedicated to the Great Patriotic War, “The world remembers and the Motherland remembers...”
1. ( A. Vivaldi 1st part “Concerto for violin and orchestra “Winter”)
Khashkulova Fatima
War - there is no crueler word.
War - there is no sadder word.
War – there is no holier word.
In the melancholy and glory of these years.
And on our lips there is something else
It can't be yet and no.
A. Tvardovsky
PROLOGUE
Presenter 1: Khashkulova Fatima
Time has its own memory - history. And therefore, the world never forgets about the tragedies that shook the planet in different eras, including brutal wars that claimed millions of lives, threw back civilizations, and destroyed the great values created by man.
Presenter 2: Bella Malsurgenova
72 years have passed since the Great Patriotic War ended, but its echo still does not subside in people's souls. Yes, time has its own memory.
Presenter 1: We do not have the right to forget the horrors of this war, so that they do not happen again. We have no right to forget those soldiers who died so that we could live now. We must remember everything...
Presenter 2:
Of the 76 people who went to this terrible war from our village. Shordakovo village with a population of only 370 people, only 32 returned. And today, unfortunately, no one is left alive. But their memory will live forever in our hearts.
2. (“Sounds” of war: the sound of flying planes, exploding shells)
Presenter 1: Early in the morning, Sunday, June 22, 1941, the peaceful silence of cities and villages was torn apart by explosions of bombs and shells. A war unprecedented in its scope and ferocity began, which went down in history as the Great Patriotic War.
Presenter 2:
June 22, exactly four o'clock.
Kyiv was bombed
We were told
That the war has begun...
3. (Song “Holy War” music by A. Alexandrov )(CHORUS)
Presenter 1: And the huge country stood up for mortal combat, the boys and girls grew up for the time being. Many of them went to the front from school, took the matriculation exam on the front line of battle...
Presenter 1: The strongest group of selected German units, more than a million strong, was defeated by iron fortitude, courage and heroism Soviet troops, behind whom were the people, the capital, the Motherland.
Presenter 2: The defeat of fascist troops near Moscow was the first major defeat Germany in World War II, the beginning of its turning point.
Presenter 1: It unfolded with a force unprecedented in history guerrilla warfare. Already in the first days after the start of the Nazi offensive, the main bases were prepared for fighting behind enemy lines.
Presenter 2: The partisans, by their actions, caused irreparable damage to the enemy troops: they disabled trains and vehicles, blew up bridges, and cut off communication lines.
Presenter 2: Woman and war... Both of these words female, but how incompatible they are.
Presenter 1: Women of the formidable 1940s had a chance to save the world. Defending their homeland, they went into battle with weapons in hand, bandaged the wounded, stood at the machine, dug trenches, plowed and sowed.
Presenter 2: Each of them had their own road to the front. But there is one goal - to defend the Motherland.
Speaker 1: 800 thousand girls and women fought valiantly in battle. And at what cost to evaluate the feat of doctors, nurses, and orderlies?
Presenter 2: It’s hard for everyone in war. The soldiers covered the fiery grapeshot on the front line with themselves. Their mothers, sisters and brothers worked in the rear, collapsing from fatigue and malnutrition. But what did the girls who went to the front have to experience? How did they feel? Could they go into battle with masculine firmness, could they cry with bitterness and pain, like the women in the rear?
Poem by Yu. Drunina “Zinka”
Dolova Karina
Presenter 2: The generation of the forties went through a terrible war: suffering and death. But people did not stop being people. Of course, we have learned to hate, but we have not forgotten how to love. Love and loyalty were so necessary for the soldier. The poem by Konstantin Simonov “Wait for me, and I will return...” became a symbol of faith, hope, and love.
Poem by Konstantin Simonov “Wait for me, and I will return...”
Tokhova Arina
4. (Song by K. Listyev to the verses of Surkov “In the dugout” by Bugov B.S.)
Presenter2. Courageously and fearlessly, our fellow villagers fulfilled their duty to the Motherland, defending their native lands.
After serving in the Soviet army for two years, at the beginning of 1941. Kulterbaev Pshimurza returned to his native village. Married, but not having time to enjoy it family life, went to the front in the first months of the war and died heroically in Ukraine near Voroshilovgrad in November 1941. He didn’t even know that in a few months his son would be born in his distant native village...
Our fellow villager Khasan Umarovich Khashkulov bravely fulfilled his duty as a soldier. He was awarded the Order of the Red Star and medals “For Courage”, “For the Capture of Koeningsberg”...
Presenter 1: Another of our fellow countrymen, Erkov Abil, wrote in his first letter from the front: “Only now have we managed to choose the time to write. It's been 18 days since we captured and are defending railway to Rostov. The enemy is trying to break through at any cost, but our fighters are holding firm. I was thanked..."
Presenter 2: In the middle of the summer of 1943, the historical Battle of Kursk began. Our fellow villager, senior sergeant, tank driver of the 3rd Tank Brigade of the 18th, also had a share in the victory of our tank units near Prokhorovka, one of the main milestones of the Battle of Kursk. tank corps Agurbi Khangerievich Yesenkulov. For excellent fighting against the German fascist invaders he was then awarded the Order of the Red Star.
Presenter 1: In 1944. he took part in the liberation of Moldova, crushed the Nazis on the territory of Romania. From here Agurbi wrote to his family: “My dear father and mother, your son Agurbi writes from liberated Romania. We are persecuting German invaders, we beat them for your tears, for your grief"
Presenter 2: During the days of the war, a letter came from the front to the small Kabardian village of Shordakovo. Unit commander B.S. Shabalin wrote: “Dear Khangeri Mazanovich and Nurkhan Inalovna! ...I am glad to report that your son Agurbi shows courage and dedication in battles, heroically, sparing no effort and blood, smashes German-fascist invaders. Thank you for the excellent upbringing of a worthy son of the Motherland!”
Presenter 1: There were many such letters from the front... Our fellow villagers bravely fought the enemy until last day wars...
Presenter 1: On the night of May 1, 1945, the Red Banner of Victory was over the Reichstag and proudly fluttered over defeated Berlin.
Presenter 2: What we have been waiting for for so long, what we have been relentlessly pursuing along the hard soldierly road of war, has come true!
Presenter 1: Yes, we won, we brought freedom to our people and to many peoples of Europe. We have established peace on Earth... But at what a high price! How many heroes did not live to see the bright Victory Day!
5.Song “VICTORY DAY” (CHORUS)
PoemAnna Popova. « Mother stands at the eternal flame"
Dolova Karina 9th grade
Presenter 2: They are not forgotten, they are always in our hearts - people of the same heroic destiny.
Poem by S. Shchipachev “To the Fallen”.
Malsurgenova Milana
Presenter 1: Peacetime has come, but the scars of war remain in every city, in every village. Created memorial complexes, battle sites are marked with obelisks, monuments with red stars keep the names of fallen heroes. They have fallen, they are gone, but they live in us. And their thoughts and feelings must find a voice.
Human memory! Time has no power over her! And no matter how many years and decades pass, the people of the Earth will return again and again to our Victory, which marked the triumph of life over death, reason over madness, humanity over barbarism.
Presenter 2:
Remember!..
Through centuries, through years, -
Remember!
About those who will never come again...
An excerpt from R. Rozhdestvensky’s poem “Requiem”. 1959-1962
Malsurgenova Bella
Presenter 1: Our Motherland lost twenty-seven million in this war... Among them are 44 people from the small Kabardian village of Shordakovo. Let each of you tangibly feel the stern eyes of the fallen, feel responsibility to the memory of these people, and let this question worry us: are we worthy of the memory of the fallen? Let us bow our heads before the greatness of their feat. Let us take a minute of silence to honor the memory of those who did not return from the war.
6.(Minute of silence. Metronome sounds)
7. In the background is the song “Cranes” by music. Ya. Frenkel
Presenter 2:Do not forget
Bloody sunsets
When my native land was in ruins,
And how the soldiers fell to the ground
Killed...
8. “Song about that war”, 4th grade sings
Literary evening “They Fought for the Motherland”
Goals:
introduce works of literature and art about the Great Patriotic War, the life of people at that time; develop the ability to feel, empathize, and listen to others; cultivate a sense of patriotism.
Equipment: an exhibition of books about the war entitled “Memory fiery years"; presentations; a stand with portraits of writers, poets, composers who wrote about the war; children's drawings on a military theme.
Progress of the event:
I
.
The soundtrack of the song “Holy War” is playing.
introduction teachers:
So that again on the earthly planet
That war did not happen again
We need our children
They remembered this, just like us.
Presenter (student):
- Today we will mentally transport ourselves to the past of our country. 74 years ago...
June 22, 1941 is remembered by all our people - this is one of the most tragic days in the history of the country.
June 22 was a day off Sunday. Cities and villages slept, after graduation ceremonies young people were walking. The graduates dreamed about their future. There were no signs of trouble. As soon as dawn began to break, the clock showed 4 am...
And suddenly this morning silence was broken by a powerful invasion of military equipment: the rumble of planes, the clanging of tanks, machine-gun fire. An unfamiliar voice sounded.
At dawn the troops fascist Germany treacherously, without warning, attacked our Motherland. The Nazis tried to deprive us of freedom, to seize our lands and cities. The Great Patriotic War began.
II. Student performance. Reading poetry.
And now we will listen to our guys who will talk about the first day of the war.
1
.
June…. The sunset is approaching evening,
And the sea overflowed into the white night.
And the sonorous laughter of the guys was heard,
Those who do not know, those who do not know grief.
2.
June... We didn’t know then
Walking from school evenings,
That tomorrow will be the first day of the war,
And it will end only on May 45th.
3.
It seemed cold to the flowers
And they faded slightly from the dew.
The dawn that walked through the grass and bushes,
We searched through German binoculars.
4.
Everything breathed such silence,
It seemed that the whole earth was sleeping
Who knew that between peace and war
Just five minutes left!
III.
Students' story.
In order not to end up in fascist slavery, for the sake of saving the Motherland, the people entered into mortal combat with a cruel, insidious and merciless enemy.
The war lasted 4 years. The victory came at a high price. About 30 million Soviet people died. Can you imagine what this means?
This means 25 killed per 2 meters of land, 20 thousand killed daily. This means that every fourth resident of the country died. The Nazis burned and destroyed hundreds of cities, tens of thousands of settlements.
They committed unheard of atrocities. It is difficult to find a home in our country where grief would not come - some have lost a son, some a father or mother, some a sister or brother, some a friend.
Of the wars that Russia endured, this was the most cruel and bloody.
The Nazis not only had a well-equipped and trained army. They had considerable military experience. They marched victoriously through Norway and France, Poland and Belgium, Holland and Denmark. Just as easily and quickly, Hitler and his marshals and generals intended to conquer our country. But here they are counting on lightning war failed miserably.
IV.
Stories about the exploits of heroes of the Great Patriotic War.
— Every day of the Great Patriotic War, lived at the front and behind enemy lines, is a feat of boundless courage and fortitude of Soviet people loyal to the Motherland.
1. A story about the feat of Nikolai Gastello.
Gastello Nikolai Frantsevich was born in 1907 in Moscow into a working-class family. In 1932, he was drafted into the Red Army and sent to study at an aviation pilot school in the city of Lugansk.
Since 1938, Gastello served in the 1st Heavy Bomber Regiment. Here he became a flight commander, and a year later, deputy squadron commander.
In 1939 he took part in the fighting in Mongolia against the Japanese imperial army, then in Finland and other countries, received the rank of captain.
Captain Gastello died on the 5th day of the Great Patriotic War.
On June 26, 1941, on one of the first days of the war, Nikolai Gastello performed a truly heroic feat, sending his burning plane into the very thick of enemy vehicles and fuel tanks. Gastello died, but how many fascists and enemy equipment this hero destroyed!
The feat of Gastello and his comrades was repeated by 367 combat crews. The pilot was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union posthumously. Streets in many cities of Russia, Ukraine, Belarus, and Kazakhstan bear the name of the brave pilot. Monuments to N.F. Gastello were erected in Moscow, St. Petersburg, Lugansk, and Ufa. The monument to the brave crew stands on the Minsk-Vilnius highway, where the legendary fiery ram was carried out.
2. A story about the feat of the pioneer hero Lenya Golikov.
Lenya was born in the village of Lukino, Novgorod region, into a working-class family. He was 15 years old when the war began.
Lenya Golikov, together with the adults, joined the partisan detachment from the first days of the war. Together with their friend Mityayka, they began to go on reconnaissance missions. They found out and told the detachment commander where the fascist soldiers were located, where their cannons and machine guns were located.
When the guys went on reconnaissance, they dressed in rags and took old bags. They walked through the villages like beggars, begging for pieces of bread, and they themselves looked with all their eyes, noticing everything: how many soldiers were there, how many cars, guns...
Once, when partisans blew up a German train, one of his senior comrades was wounded. Lyonka, risking his life, carried the wounded man from the battlefield.
For saving a wounded comrade, Lenya Golikov was awarded the medal “For Military Merit.”
But the most extraordinary thing happened to Lyonka on August 13, 1942.
The brave pioneer single-handedly blew up the car where the German general was located. He pursued the fascist for a long time, but still hit the enemy with the last cartridge.
After some time, a radiogram arrived from Moscow, saying that everyone who captured such important documents should be presented with the highest award. In Moscow, of course, they did not know that they were captured by one Lenya Golikov, who was only fourteen years old.
For this feat he was awarded the highest award - a medal " Golden Star"and the title Hero of the Soviet Union.
The young pioneer hero died the death of the brave on January 24, 1943 in an unequal battle near the village of Ostray Luka.
At the grave of Lenya Golikov, in the village of Ostraya Luka, Dedovichsky district, fishermen of the Novgorod region erected an obelisk, and on the banks of the Pola River a monument was erected to the young hero.
In June 1960, a monument to Lena Golikov was unveiled in Moscow at VDNKh at the entrance to the Young Naturalists and Technicians pavilion. A monument to the young hero was also erected in the city of Novgorod at the expense of the pioneers for the scrap metal they collected.
The name of the brave partisan Lenya Golikov is included in the Book of Honor of the All-Union Pioneer Organization named after. V.I. Lenin.
By resolution of the Council of Ministers of the RSFSR one of the ships Soviet fleet named after Lenya Golikova.
Teacher's word: - The guns thundered, but the muses were not silent... The Great Patriotic War brought to life powerful art.
The Russian writer always had the right to speak on behalf of the people - to say “we”, since in the time of the most difficult trials he was not even with the people - he was part of them. A lot of writers and poets went to the front. Among them are Konstantin Simonov, Alexander Tvardovsky, Mikhail Sholokhov, Bulat Okudzhava, Yulia Drunina, Arkady Gaidar and many others. Many of them did not return from the war, but their contribution to Russian literature is invaluable.
After all, writers and poets explored those aspects of the national character that allowed the Russian soldier to stand shoulder to shoulder with soldiers of other nationalities in the most difficult periods war.
At the beginning of the war, the dominant position in literature was occupied by the most mobile and operative genres, which conveyed the most important and sincere words to the people.
This is journalism song, feature article, short story , lyric poem.
V. Stories about the Great Patriotic War.
A story about the feat of Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya.
Zoya Anatolyevna Kosmodemyanskaya was born in 1923 in the village of Osino-Gai in southern Russia. Her grandfather was a priest, her father also studied at a theological seminary. Zoya was a very impressionable, academically gifted girl with a keen sense of justice.
In 1941, she voluntarily joined the reconnaissance and sabotage unit. After 5 days, the girl was transferred to Volokalamsk, not far from Moscow, where she successfully dealt with the mining of the road. Less than 2 weeks later an order came - to destroy and burn everything to the ground settlements behind German lines. One of these objects was the village of Petrishchevo in the Moscow region.
Zoya left for her last mission. She managed to set fire to several houses, but was soon captured by the Germans. Zoya was tortured for a long time and terribly, but she held on with amazing courage. During interrogation, she identified herself as Tanya.
On November 29, 1941, the Nazis hanged Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya. Before her death, the girl shouted in the face of her tormentors: “There are 170 million of us, you can’t outweigh them all!” In 1942, thanks to newspaper essays, the whole country learned about her feat. She became the first woman awarded the title Hero of the Soviet Union during the Great Patriotic War. Zoya was buried at the Novodevichy cemetery in Moscow.
A feature film was made about the feat of Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya in 1944. Monuments to her were erected in Moscow, St. Petersburg, Kyiv, Kharkov, Tambov and other cities.
Poems and stories have been written about her, and there are several hundred streets named after her in the cities and villages of the former Soviet Union. There is such a street in our village.
Let's listen to an excerpt from a story about a young partisan, written by Sergei Alekseev.
Reading an excerpt from S. Alekseev’s story “Zoya”. (Student reads.)
Teacher's word: Another unforgettable work of Sergei Alekseev was his story “Tanya Savicheva”. This is a truly unique diary of a girl who lost her entire family during the siege of Leningrad. It is impossible to read the lines where the girl keeps records of the death of her loved ones from hunger and cold without shuddering and pain. Let's listen to an excerpt from this work.
The student reads the passage.
VI. Poems about war.
Teacher's word: Difficult war years are called hard times of war. It was hard for all our people, but it was even harder for the children. Many of them stood on par with
adults shoulder to shoulder to defend their homeland. They went to the front very young.
Bulat Okudzhava’s poem “Goodbye, boys” is dedicated to them, boys and girls. By sending young men and women to war, the poet seems to be conjuring them to return back, telling them not “farewell,” but “goodbye.”
I suggest listening to an excerpt from this poem.
Girls are reading.
Oh, war, what have you done? mean:
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 went after the soldier...
Goodbye boys! boys,
No, don't hide, be tall
Spare no bullets or grenades
And you don’t spare yourself... And yet
Try to go back.
Reading other poems about the war at the request of students.
VII. Songs about war.
Teacher's word: In the harsh days of the war, beautiful, heart-touching songs, as if on wings, flew around the fronts and rear, helping the Soviet people fight the enemy. In war there are moments of calm when you could rest, let’s imagine that such a moment has come for us, and remember one of the most beloved songs of those years.
(The students rest and sing the song “In the Dugout”).
The student tells about the history of the creation of this song.
The poem from which this song comes came about by accident. This song was immediately accepted by both the hearts of the soldiers and the hearts of those who were waiting for it.
It’s just that the poet Alexei Surkov wrote 16 lines to his wife from the front in 1941 at the end of November.
In February 1942, composer Konstantin Listov came to the editorial office of a front-line newspaper and asked for “something” on which to write a song. Then Surkov remembered the poems he had sent home, rewrote it completely and gave it to Listov.
A week later, the composer appeared at the editorial office, picked up his guitar and sang:
The fire is beating in the small stove,
On the logs the resin is like a tear.
And the accordion sings to me in the dugout
About your smile and eyes.
And the song went on all fronts. People remembered not only the meaning of the poem, but also the heat of the heart, excitement, hope and love put into it.
That is why former front-line soldiers sing about the dugout, without sparing their hearts and without being ashamed of their tears.
One of the most beloved songs during the war was the song “Dark Night”. Let's listen to the story of its creation.
(Against the background of the melody of the song, the student talks about how “Dark Night” was written).
The year the song was created is 1943. The history of its birth is very interesting.
In 1943, while working on the film “Two Soldiers,” director Leonid Lukov was unable to film an episode of a soldier writing a letter. He came up with the idea that the decoration of the stage could be a song conveying the feelings of a fighter at the time of writing a letter to his family.
Together with the composer Nikita Bogoslovsky and the poet Vladimir Agatov, they wrote the song “Dark Night,” which is still beloved today.
Sung by the performer of the role of the main character, Mark Bernes, “Dark Night” will forever remain in the memory of the Soviet people.
The song was released only from the second matrix, since the first matrix suffered from the tears of a factory worker who could not contain her feelings while listening to the song performed by Ivan Kozlovsky.
Another musical masterpiece was “The Ballad of a Soldier.” It was a song for the movie “In Difficult Hours.” The music was written by composer V.P. Solovyov-Sedoy with lyrics by Mikhail Matusovsky.
Let's listen to an excerpt from the song and learn about the history of its creation.
(The soundtrack of the song plays. Then the student talks about the history of this work.)
This song was first performed in the film “In Difficult Hours,” dedicated to the tragic days of 1941 . The film, the script of which was written by the famous film playwright E. Gabrilovich, tells about the fate of ordinary Soviet people who heroically defended Moscow. The music for the film was written by composer V. P. Solovyov-Sedoy. He, together with the poet M. L. Matusovsky, also wrote a song, the melody of which sounds already in the overture to the picture, and then runs throughout the film, until it finally finds words in the finale to sound like a hymn to the soldier’s feat.
The authors called the song “Ballad of a Soldier.” However, as Vasily Pavlovich himself has repeatedly emphasized, this song is not a ballad at all. When he read the script and watched the footage, he realized that the music for the film required an epic song. He wanted it to sound like the measured steps of a soldier - the steps of history: from time immemorial, when it was necessary. its fearless warriors stood up to defend their native land - the soldier of Suvorov, and the soldier of Kutuzov, and the Chapaevite, and private Alexander Matrosov, who covered the embrasure of the enemy bunker with his chest, and Alyosha Skvortsov from the film by Grigory Chukhrai, which was released two years earlier, the name of which is not at all coincidentally coincides with the title of the song. She was written under the impression of this world-famous painting.
“This is the first and only song of mine with Solovyov-Sedy, written to ready-made music, - Mikhail Lvovich Matusovsky commented on the memories of his friend and co-author on many wonderful, popularly known songs. - I really don’t like and am afraid of subtexts. But here I couldn’t resist - such an impression was made on me by the music of the future song, expressive, exciting me to the depths of my soul. Each musical phrase in itself suggested, forced to find the verb corresponding to it: walked, sang, beat. It was the music that dictated the form. And when I “caught” just such a solution that was adequate for her, it became clear to both of us that the song had taken place...”
VII. The final part of the evening.
Teacher's word:IN conclusion of our literary evening we would like to invite you to watch the video clip for the song « Eternal flame"or "From the heroes of bygone times." This military-patriotic song was written by poet Evgeniy Agranovich and composer Rafail Khozak for the film “Officers”.
“Eternal Flame” (or “From the Heroes of Bygone Times”) is a military-patriotic song from the movie “Officers”. The song was first performed for the film by Vladimir Zlatoustovsky in 1971. The song is better known by its first line, “From the heroes of bygone times...”. Subsequently, the song was performed by various performers: from Mark Bernes to Sergei Shishkov. In 2008, a video clip was shot for the song, in which the song was performed by Sergei Bezrukov. The first performer of the song, Vladimir Zlatoustovsky, was born on May 24, 1939 in Moscow. Even children at school listen to this song carefully from beginning to end. She has a special secret - each line gives some kind of visual image, as if a real documentary. An amazing song - restrained, stern, “masculine” in a good way.
(A video clip of the song is shown on the screen.)
Teacher's word:
Our evening has come to an end. I would like to hope that no one remained indifferent.
Tell me guys, how did this make you feel? unusual lesson? What new and useful things have you learned for yourself? What conclusions can be drawn as a result?
Every day there are fewer and fewer veterans of the Great Patriotic War. And the time will come when there will be no one to tell about those great years, that Great War and that Great Victory. But we will always have books, poems, songs, films with us that will help keep them in our hearts and the hearts of our descendants.
memory of price great victory great people.
The war has passed, the trouble has passed.
But pain calls to people.
Come on people, never
Let's not forget about this!
All those present rise to honor the memory of those killed in the Great Patriotic War.
Reader: Soldier! You are honorable you are serving!
And on a holiday you proudly stand in line.
Yes, soldier's service is sometimes not easy,
But love for the fatherland is hot and deep!
We want to wish you this holiday,
May you be lucky and invincible!
Let your commanders be proud of you!
And thank you for protecting our peace!
Host: February 23 is the holiday of those who wear shoulder straps, those who once wore them or will wear them in the future. Of course, this is a national holiday, because in Russia there is simply no family that is not touched by this holiday.
Each holiday has its own face. Our holiday has the face of a warrior, a defender of the fatherland.
This holiday in different years had different names. From history we remember that the holiday began with the battle of Narva and Pskov in February 1918, in which the soldiers of the young Soviet Republic worthily resisted the German troops. In honor of that battle, February 23 became a holiday, which was first called Red Army Day, then Soviet Army and Navy Day, and finally Defender of the Fatherland Day.
Today we want to congratulate living warriors and honor the memory of heroes of past battles.
Reader: Let history turn back
Their legendary pages
And the memory, flying through the years,
He will restore our memorable days.
Presenter: Our generation did not participate in the Great Patriotic War, but
we know and remember about it from the stories of front-line soldiers, from books and
movies. The bitterness of the first retreats, suffering under oppression
occupation, blockade famine, sticky bread of evacuation in half with wormwood
and swan, the rustle of funerals in the hands of our grandmothers, mortal fear
lose food cards hidden in a canvas bag on
neck - it was all harsh primary school our generation
parents.
Presenter: The war destroyed by hunger, cold, poverty, and at the same time the war
exalted with a sense of involvement in history, a sense of ourselves
as part of a great people, part Soviet army, in his quest
to victory.
Reader: And at the age of seventeen
I joined the soldier's ranks...
All have greatcoats grey colour,
Everyone has the same cut.
All comrades are soldiers
Both in the company and in the regiment -
Gas mask and machine gun,
Yes, the flask is on the side.
I thought I couldn't resist
What I can't bear
That I'll get lost in the ranks,
Like a tree in the forest.
It rains endlessly,
And the whole earth is in mud,
And you, soldier, get up, go,
Crawl on your stomach.
Go in the heat, go in the snowstorm
Well, not up to the task?..
There is no word “can’t” here
And even worse - “I don’t want to.”
Blizzard, frost, frost,
The wind blows, as luck would have it, -
The soldiers are cold apart,
And together - warmth.
And I walk and I sing
And I carry a machine gun,
And I feel in order,
Like a tree in the forest.
Host: Commemorating the war years certainly includes
thinking about the boundaries of life in general. By analyzing the past, we want to warn the future about it.
Wars fade into history, but do not disappear from history. Memory continues its long journey.
Performance of the song “Cranes”.
They are still from those distant times
They fly and give us voices.
Isn’t that why it’s so often and sad
We fall silent, looking at the heavens.
A tired wedge flies, flies across the sky,
Flying in the fog at the end of the day,
And in that order there is a small gap,
Maybe this is the place for me.
The day will come, and with a flock of cranes
I will swim in the same gray haze,
Calling from under the sky like a bird
All of you whom I left on earth...
Sometimes it seems to me that the soldiers
Those who did not come from the bloody fields,
They once did not die in our land,
And turned into white cranes.
Presenter: It just so happened that the Russian soldier defended not only his homeland,
but also help fraternal peoples. And it was called “executing
international debt."
Presenter: They are called “Afghans”. Russian guys, now
mature men, they performed an international duty. Today
We will not discuss what that war was like. Let's leave that to the historians.
One thing is clear: they carried out orders, and military people do not have orders.
are being discussed.
The guys who returned from there had their souls crippled and naked.
The boys who have been in battles have matured not only physically, but also
first of all morally.
Host: I often think about people who accomplished a feat and died at the same time.
Here's a young one soviet soldier internationalist Nikolai Chepik. He
saved the lives of those whom he protected at the cost of his own life.
Presenter: The battle began at dawn and took place in the blue morning darkness.
The snow-covered stone ridge was Nicholas's last front line
Chepika. He saw how a large group of dushmans was already approaching
him from all sides. The living ring of the brutalized dead was shrinking
more and more densely, and now one, and then a second bullet pierced his legs. Bullets
whistled over the heads of his friends, soldiers, compatriots, and
soldiers further away were the doomed, defenseless against
mercenaries were the inhabitants of a tiny settlement in which the dukans were smoldering.
Nikolai made a decision: to cover with himself, with his life, everyone who
was behind him. He knew that he himself would die. But at the last moment
a deafening explosion swept over the ground, and thirty shooting
the dead were killed completely, and the rest turned into
escape…
The last thing he could see, falling on the dirty, bloody snow,
there were the peaks of the Hindu Kush, and under it a huge, all the way to the Motherland,
brightening sky.
Reader: Helicopters are circling over the mountains, clinging to the peaks,
Somewhere the last explosions echoed in the distance
Only occasionally at night will machine guns explode the silence
Checking to see if we are all alive?
We had to travel a lot along Afghan roads
We were shaking in armored personnel carriers, the sky served as a tent for us
And for a long time above the stars it became a firm law for us -
Do not look for sweet life on earth.
Performing the song “Beyond the Fogs.”
Blue sea, only the sea astern.
Blue sea and a long way home
There, behind the fogs, eternally drunk,
There, behind the fogs, is our native shore.
The waves whisper and sigh and call,
But they won't understand, they won't understand
There, behind the fogs, eternally drunk,
There, behind the fogs, eternally drunk,
There, behind the fogs, they love us and are waiting for us.
Reader: A soldier of war does not choose -
He is loyal to duty and country,
Which plunges him
Now into blood, now into glory that sparkles,
On the slopes in memorable Chechnya.
Presenter: Chechnya. Another pain. The pain of wounded bodies. Mothers' pain is not
waiting for their sons.
Reader: "Mother's Hope."
Host: Nikolai did not answer. To go to the rear means to invite fire on yourself. But also
Volodya is right. Perhaps this is the surest chance to hold out until approach
reinforcements
- Well, why are you silent, brother? - Vladimir touched his hand - Decide,
commander.
Nikolai was in no hurry to answer. It's easier to do this yourself, but he
it is forbidden. He should stay here at the BMP. How can you decide to send
such a risk of a sibling?
- What if they kill you? – he asked Vladimir. - How will I get home?
Shall I look my mother in the eyes?
“They won’t kill,” Vladimir decisively and confidently dismissed doubts and
fell silent.
Presenter: - So I’ll go? – he persistently asked his brother.
“Go,” he responded quietly.
They won't see each other again...
Reader: “Memory of a friend.”
Two friends served in a distant land,
They have been in battle more than once.
Somehow they had to go on reconnaissance
In the mountains to find a path for the column.
And there, friends stumbled upon an ambush
There is no way they can leave without a fight.
And the young soldiers took the fight,
They shot enemies and threw grenades.
The boy, one of his friends, was wounded:
- Hold on, brother! Hang in there, Andrey!
- There’s no way I can go, Seryoga.
Save yourself, leave quickly...
And Sergei sees that his friend has no strength:
- you said that your friend was waiting for you,
That there is a mother, a father and a little sister,
But I don’t know my relatives at all.
I grew up in an orphanage, I'm the only one in the world,
Neither my mother nor my children will cry for me.
“Don’t you dare,” his friend whispers quietly in response...
But the light in the guy’s eyes is already fading.
And Seryoga took that fight upon himself
Keeping friendship and faith in your heart.
He died as a man in an unequal battle,
For honor, for freedom, for your friendship...
Since that time, three years have passed, flown by,
The boy walks timidly along the path.
- Well, why are you walking so quietly, Seryozhka?
You see, our mother is already looking out the window.
Andrey took his son in his arms with a smile:
- Let's go, brother, with you quickly.
Reader: We bury our loved ones, but no matter how long
The loss was not immeasurable.
We are given a distraction from grief
For our fun things to do.
Joy and pride return
Mourning falls off the face -
Only Chechen tart bitterness
Slowly leaves the heart.
We cannot incarnate in the departed,
Bring back the faded light to them.
And a minute of silence lasts
In those who took out the lucky ticket.
Presenter: In memory of those who died in the Great Patriotic War, and
all those killed in the Chechen war, the Afghan war and other hot
points, a minute of silence is announced and a candle of memory is lit.
Presenter: It’s hard to talk about war, but we have no right to forget about it. About those,
who did not return, and about those who returned with a crippled soul. And we
We hope and wish that the dark and dark days never return,
so that for wives and mothers they do not repeat themselves, but remain in the past
painful days and nights of waiting for anxiety.
Performing the song “Call me softly by name.”
Call me quietly by name
Give me spring water to drink.
Will the boundless heart respond?
Unspeakable, stupid, tender.
Sleepless twilight comes again,
They will cover my window panes again,
There lilacs and currants nod -
Call me quiet Motherland.
Call me at sunset
Call me at sunset
Call me, my sadness, call me
Presenter: Today we want sincere words of gratitude and appreciation
addressed to all soldiers and officers who serve in the ranks today
Russian Army. To those who defended, are defending, will defend all
our state.
Reader: For the difficult military science
The courage of your heart is needed,
The hand of tireless youth,
And inquisitive thoughts depth.
Give these riches to the country,
Be brave, persistent, courageous!
In no battles to victory
The path has not been and will not be easy.
You must shoot accurately from the cannons,
Know both a machine gun and a machine gun
The tank must also be obedient to you,
And the plane is in control in the sky.
Hold it skillfully in young hands
Ballistic missile remote control,
There is no limit to the art of war
It is the source of future victories.
Music from the movie "Officers" is playing.
Scenario of literary and musical composition
“Russia is my homeland”
(Behind the scenes ) Russia - how much has merged in this sound for the Russian heart,
How much echoed in it!
Fanfare
1 led. My friend! What could be more priceless than your native land?
The sun seems brighter there
The golden spring is more joyful there,
Cooler than the summer breeze,
The flowers are more fragrant, the hills are greener,
There the stream gurgles more voluptuously,
There the nightingale sings louder
3 ved.Everything there can delight us.
Everything is beautiful there, everything is nice there,
There the days fly by like lightning,
There is no sad melancholy in the soul.
Our happiness lives there
Just enjoy life there.
Block "Russia" Sergeeva, Korotin
You are extraordinary even in your dreams.
I won't touch your clothes.
And in secret - you will rest, Rus'.
Rus' is surrounded by rivers
And surrounded by wilds,
With swamps and cranes,
And with the dull gaze of a sorcerer,
Where are the diverse peoples
From edge to edge, from valley to valley
They lead night dances
Under the glow of burning villages.
Where are the sorcerers and sorcerers?
The grains in the fields are enchanting,
And the witches are having fun with the devils
In road snow columns.
Where the blizzard sweeps violently
Up to the roof - fragile housing,
And the girl on the evil friend
It sharpens the blade under the snow.
Where are all the paths and all the crossroads
Exhausted with a living stick,
And a whirlwind whistling in the bare twigs,
Sings old legends...
So - I found out in my slumber
Country of birth poverty,
And in the scraps of her rags
I hide my nakedness from my soul.
The path is sad, night
I trampled to the graveyard,
And there, spending the night in the cemetery,
He sang songs for a long time.
And I didn’t understand, I didn’t measure,
To whom did I dedicate the songs?
What kind of God did I passionately believe in?
What kind of girl did you love?
I rocked a living soul,
Rus', in its vastness, you,
And so, she did not stain
Initial purity.
I doze - and behind the doze there is a secret,
And Rus' rests in secret,
She is extraordinary in dreams too.
I won't touch her clothes.
Song about Russia (ans.7-8)
1What is Russia? What is love for Russia? What does it mean to be Russian?
2. This means loving and protecting your land. To love her in sorrow and in joy, in poverty and in wealth. How many dramatic events our people have experienced!
1Whoever tried to capture and destroy us. Russia went through the Mongol-Tatar invasion and the Polish-Lithuanian intervention, and fascism did not spare it.
2But like a phoenix, she rose from the ruins of ashes and ruins, and only the golden crowns of her domes sparkled brighter and the character of the Russians became stronger.
War does not have a woman’s face...Movies have been made about this, songs have been sung, B. Vasilyev’s story is about this...And the dawns here are quiet
“Why is it like this in Russia”...
HISTORY OF STATE
2 led. The history of the Russian state has absorbed the history of many countries and peoples.
1 led. The face of Russia is in state symbols.
Unfading symbols of Russia! They contain principles government structure, national ideals and aspirations. All this is embodied in the state flag, coat of arms and anthem.
3 ved. The symbols of Russia are the double-headed eagle and tricolor flag. The semantic basis of the coat of arms is a golden double-headed eagle on red heraldic shield. This is a sign of a state that unites vast expanses of Europe and Asia under its wings.
2 led. The three colors of the flag in Rus' have always been given symbolic meaning: white - nobility, blue - fidelity and chastity, red - courage and love.
1 led. Each state necessarily has its own anthem, which is respected by all people, before which other powers and peoples bow their heads.
(FOREIGNERS)
Russia is a hospitable country. Thousands of people from all over the world travel to Russia to get acquainted with the unique culture of our country and feel Russian hospitality. And today tourists from Britain stopped by our meeting.
FAMILY
Russia is friendly families...
Speech by the Timoshin family.
Russia did not begin with a sword,
It began with a scythe and a plow.
Not because the blood is not hot,
But because the Russian shoulder
Never in my life has anger touched...!
And if the darkness of the Teutons or Batu
We found the end in my homeland,
That is today's proud Russia
A hundred times more beautiful and stronger!
And in a fight with the fiercest war
She even managed to overcome hell.
The guarantee of this is the hero cities
In the fireworks on a festive night!
And my country is forever so strong,
That she never humiliated anyone.
After all, kindness is stronger than war,
How selflessness is more effective than a sting.
The dawn rises, bright and hot.
And it will be so forever and indestructibly.
Russia did not begin with a sword,
And that’s why she’s invincible!
And what Russian doesn’t like driving fast? Is it his soul, striving to get dizzy, to go on a spree, to sometimes say: “damn it all!” - Is it his soul not to love her? Isn’t it possible to love her when you hear something enthusiastically wonderful in her? It seems that an unknown force has taken you on its wing, and you are flying, and everything is flying: miles are flying, merchants are flying towards you on the beams of their wagons, a forest is flying on both sides with dark formations of spruces and pines, with a clumsy knock and the cry of a crow, it flies the whole road goes to God knows where into the disappearing distance, and something terrible is contained in this quick flickering, where the disappearing object does not have time to appear - only the sky above your head, and the light clouds, and the rushing month alone seem motionless. Eh, three! bird three, who invented you? to know, you could only have been born among a lively people, in that land that does not like to joke, but has spread out evenly across half the world, and go count the miles until it hits you in the eyes. And not a cunning, it seems, road projectile, not grabbed by an iron screw, but hastily equipped and assembled alive with one ax and a hammer by an efficient Yaroslavl man. The coachman is not wearing German boots: he has a beard and mittens, and sits on God knows what; but he stood up, swung, and began to sing - the horses like a whirlwind, the spokes in the wheels mixed into one smooth circle, only the road trembled, and a pedestrian who stopped screamed in fear - and there she rushed, rushed, rushed!.. And there you can already see in the distance, like something is gathering dust and drilling into the air.
Aren’t you, Rus, like a brisk, unstoppable troika, rushing along? The road beneath you smokes, the bridges rattle, everything falls behind and is left behind. Stopped amazed by God's miracle Contemplator: Isn’t this lightning thrown from the sky? what does it mean terrifying movement? and what kind of unknown power is contained in these horses, unknown to the light? Oh, horses, horses, what kind of horses! Are there whirlwinds in your manes? Is there a sensitive ear burning in every vein of yours? They heard a familiar song from above, together and at once tensed their copper breasts and, almost without touching the ground with their hooves, turned into just elongated lines flying through the air, and all inspired by God rushes!.. Rus', where are you rushing? Give an answer. Doesn't give an answer. The bell rings with a wonderful ringing; The air, torn into pieces, thunders and becomes the wind; everything that is on earth flies past, and, looking askance, other peoples and states step aside and give way to it.
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