Goals: to form a sense of patriotism, love for the Motherland, a sense of pride for one’s country based on the example of the heroic deeds of people in wartime, to cultivate a respectful attitude towards the older generation and war monuments.

Participants: class students, class teacher, parents, WWII veterans.

Equipment: laptop, speakers, sheet with a selection of war songs

Progress of the event

Reads a poem Beloborodova Ksenia:

I don't know when this will be
In the land of white-legged birches
Victory on May 9
People will celebrate without tears.
The ancient marches will rise
Army pipes of the country.
And the marshal will go to the army,
Not having seen this war.
And I can't even think of it
What kind of fireworks will strike there,
What tales will they tell?
And the songs they will sing.
But we know for certain
We happened to know in our family,
What happened on May 9
From the morning in '45.
(S. Orlov)

A fragment of the song “Victory Day” performed by D. Tukhmanov is played.

Cl. hands: Hello. Victory Day... May 9... This is a holiday with tears in our eyes. Today we are generally unable to grasp with our minds the whole meaning of the event that took place. Only over the years will it be possible to comprehend the harsh grandeur of the days lived, the lethality of the battles that died down, and the full depth of the labor feat of veterans.

On the difficult roads of war, at the cost of millions of lives, victory was won, victory over fascist Germany, which enslaved half the world and considered itself a nation of masters. For some, the war ended there, on the battlefield, along with their lives, but for others it still lives in their hearts and terrible nightmares.

Eternal memory to the dead! Eternal glory to the living!

A fragment of the song “Let us bow to those great years” performed by I. Kobzon is heard.

Reads a poem Zhiryakov Anton:

Remember!
Through the centuries, through the years - remember!
About those who will never come again -
remember!
Be worthy of the memory of the fallen!
Eternally worthy!
People!
While hearts are beating, remember!
At what price was happiness won?
Please remember!
Tell your children about them,
so that they remember!
Tell children's children about them,
so that they remember too!
(R. Rozhdestvensky)

Cl. hands: 1941 “A heavy roar hit the ground. The light went out instantly. The walls of the casemate shook. Plaster was falling from the ceiling. And through the deafening howl and roar, the rolling explosions of heavy shells broke through more and more clearly. It exploded somewhere very close.

War! - someone shouted.
- This is war, comrades, war!

...The outer door was swept away by the blast wave, and orange flashes of fire were visible through it. The casemate shook heavily. Everything around howled and groaned. And it was June 22, 1941 at 4:15 am Moscow time.”

Carefree peaceful life gave way to military everyday life. 4 years of war. 1418 days of unprecedented national feat. 1418 days of blood and death, pain and bitterness of loss, the death of the best sons and daughters of Russia.

Song "Cranes"
(sung by Starikov Alexander, Borisova Anastasia, Volkova Anastasia, Beloborodova Ksenia, Davydova Polina, Atamanova Ksenia)

Cl. hands: It was hard to say goodbye to relatives, and especially to loved ones, to those with whom you wanted to be close every minute, forgetting about the bitter separations from friends at the front.

Reads a poem Glazov Danil:

...Both Kama and Volga accompanied their sons to battle,
And the mothers waved colored scarves for a long time.
The brides said goodbye - the girls' braids were crumpled,
For the first time, they kissed their loved ones like women.
The wheels rattled, the cast wheels rattled,
And the soldiers sang, they sang just like boys
About white huts, about faithful Katya-Katyusha...
And they tore up those battalion commander’s father’s songs
Soul...
(M. Griesane)

Cl. hands: Songs... Indeed, songs sometimes warmed a soldier’s soul. What songs about the war have survived to this day? Let's sing some of them. (Selection of songs –Annex 1 )

Cl. hands: Thoughts of home, family and loved ones warmed the soldiers after the battle and gave them strength.

Reads a poem Eranov Vladislav:

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 tired of those
Who's waiting together?
Wait for me and I will come back.
Don't wish well on those
Who knows by heart
It's time to forget.
Let the son and mother believe
That there is no me.
Let friends get tired of waiting
They'll sit by the fire
They will drink bitter wine to commemorate their souls.
Wait, and don’t rush to drink with them at the same time.

Wait for me, and I will return to spite all deaths.
Let those who weren’t expecting me say: “Lucky!”
Those who were not waiting for them cannot understand how they are in the middle of fire
By your waiting you saved me.
Only you and I will know how I survived.
You just knew how to wait like no one else.
(K. Simonov)

A fragment of the song “If there were no war” performed by V. Tolkunova is played.

Cl. hands: Only with a heart that has experienced the mortal grief of irrevocable losses, the melancholy of separation, with a heart that has mourned countless graves, the ruins and ashes of thousands of cities and villages, with a heart that carries within itself love for fallen brothers and sons, only with a heart that has known great sadness and hot, soulful hatred, can was to embrace what happened. Peace has been restored to the world.

Dance "Waltz"
(Dancing Vizgalin Dmitry and Vysotskaya Ekaterina)

Cl. hands: I hope that our class touched your hearts and made you feel proud of your people. At the end of our event, I would like to wish you a peaceful sky above your head. And it depends only on you and me whether we will preserve the memory for our children of those already distant events, whether we will not allow a new bloody battle.

After this event, the children congratulated the veterans and, together with their parents, laid flowers at the Victory Monument.

Literature:

1. Journalism and essays of the war years. Leonid LEONOV “The Name of Joy”.
2. B. Vasiliev. “It wasn’t on the list.”
3. http://www.arhpress.ru/kosmodrom/2004/5/13/11.shtml
4. http://www.prazdnik.by/content/detail/11/191/49582/

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Target: creating conditions for nurturing patriotic feelings in students.

Tasks:

• Start getting acquainted with the history of our country during the Great Patriotic War of 1941-1945;
• To promote the development of speech, the ability to expressively convey the meaning of poems read.
• To promote a sense of patriotism, pride in our Motherland, and a willingness to defend it in difficult times. to develop an understanding among younger schoolchildren of the significance of the Victory in the Great Patriotic War, the ability to express gratitude to people who survived the war and the difficult post-war years.

Equipment: multimedia presentation “Let us bow to those great years”, musical accompaniment: “Holy War”, “Let us bow to those great years”, “Mom”, Levitan’s report on the beginning of the war, minute of silence - metronome, “Solar Circle”, “Victory Day” .

Class progress

The song “Cranes” is playing – slide 1, 2 of the presentation.

There are events over which time has no power, and the further the years go into the past, the clearer their greatness becomes. Such events include the Great Patriotic War.

2. Main part.

Guys, today our country celebrates Victory Day and honors its heroes. (Here and below, students read poems.) (Slides 3,4)

The flame beats like a holy banner.
The memory of the terrible years beats
Above the sacred soldiers' chamber
In the war-stained winds.

A minute freezes in sadness,
Only the living soul trembles.
And fireworks thunder over you,
I drowned out everything worldly in you.

And you can’t hide a tear anywhere
If the stones mourn for the fallen.
You stand shocked and cry,
You cry with your heart that the soldier survived.

On May 9, 1945, the Great Patriotic War ended. And it began on June 22, 1941 at 4 o’clock in the morning. (Slide 5)

Back in 1941, many people gathered on the city streets because they could hear it from all corners... (Levitan’s speech sounds - 6 slide of the presentation.)

War - there is no crueler word,
War - there is no holier word,
War - there is no sadder word,
In the melancholy and darkness of these years,
And on our lips there is something else
It can't be yet and no.

(slide 7, “Holy War” sounds, 1st verse)

The war began on June 22, 1941. Our entire people rose up to fight the Nazi invaders. Both old and young went to the front (slide 8 of the presentation).

Our soldiers left in echelons to defend their Motherland, not yet knowing that the war would not end soon (slide 9)

-- “Everything for the front, everything for victory” - the motto sounded everywhere. And in the rear there were women, old people, children. They faced many trials. They dug trenches, stood at machine tools, extinguished incendiary bombs on the roofs. It was hard (slides 10 and 11).

And long-awaited news, “triangles”, flew from the front, since letters were sent without envelopes during the war (slide 12)

The song “Mom” sounds quietly, three boys pretend to be soldiers at a rest stop near the “bonfire”, writing letters.

Mother! I am writing these lines to you,
I send you my filial greetings,
I remember you, so dear,
So good - there are no words!

You read the letter, and you see a boy,
A little lazy and always on time
Running in the morning with a briefcase under his arm,
Whistling carefree, to the first lesson.

We were careless, we were stupid,
We didn't really value everything we had,
But they understood, maybe only here, during the war:
Friends, books, Moscow disputes -
Everything is a fairy tale, everything is in a haze, like snowy mountains...
Let it be so, we’ll come back and appreciate it doubly..

The boy fighters fold triangle letters and leave.

The peaceful work of the Soviet people was disrupted. The entire people, young and old, rose up to defend their Motherland. The heroism of the Soviet people cannot be counted: the battle for Moscow, the siege of Leningrad, 200 days and nights of Stalingrad, the Kursk Bulge, the battle for the Dnieper. (Slides 13,14)

The soldiers fought in the name of peace and dreamed of a future peace in the respites between battles, in cramped dugouts and cold trenches. They believed that the world, saved from fascism, would be beautiful.

And now the long-awaited Victory Day has arrived. (Slides 15,16,17).

People waited 1418 days for this event. More than 20 million Soviet people died in this terrible war. Let's honor their memory with a minute of silence. (Minute of silence - metronome.) (Slide 18)

Let us bow to those great years,
To those glorious commanders and fighters,
And the marshals of the country, and the privates,
Let us bow to both the dead and the living,
To all those who must not be forgotten,
Let's bow, let's bow friends.

The entire sky exploded with fireworks of the long-awaited victory. (Slide 23)

On the ninth day of jubilant May,
When silence fell on the ground,
The news rushed from edge to edge:
The world has won! The war is over!

The song “Victory Day” is playing.

THE WORLD is the Earth, the world is people, the world is children.
Peace is a calm and joyful life.
No war, no grief and tears. Everyone needs peace!

There will be peace when all people on our planet are friends.

May the sky be blue
Let there be no smoke in the sky,
Let the menacing guns be silent
And the machine guns don’t fire,
So that people, cities live...
Peace is always needed on earth!

(Slide 24,25)

Our country celebrates Victory Day in the same way as it did back in 1945. This holiday remains joyful and tragic. The people's pride in the Great Victory, the memory of the terrible price that our people paid for it, will never disappear from the people's memory.

More than half a century has passed since Victory Day, but we still honor the memory of the fallen and bow to the living. (Slide 26)

We are here with you not because of the date,
Like an evil splinter, the memory burns in my chest.
To the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier
Come on holidays and weekdays.

He protected you on the battlefield
He fell without taking a step back.
And this hero has a name -
Great Army Simple soldier.

3. I want to finish the class hour in the words of Robert Rozhdestvensky:

“It seems to me that our people are still capable of repeating the feat of unity, brotherhood and duty, which became the main meaning of the Great Patriotic War, which ended more than half a century

People! As long as hearts are knocking, -
Remember!
At what price was happiness won?
Please remember!”

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Methodological development of a class hour for May 9 “I am not the same age as the war”

Hello good people!

My name is Melnikova (since 2014) Poltaeva (after Skobelev’s father) Tatyana. I was born in Ukraine in 1958, in the city of Enakievo, Donetsk region. Graduated from the Pyatigorsk Pedagogical Institute of Foreign Languages. Since 1976, she worked in a secondary school as a French teacher. I love to embroider (icons, landscapes). The first book, “Why don’t people fly like birds,” was published in 2008 on December 26, the second book, “Two Halves of the Soul,” 2010, the third book, “The Cossack Soul is a Free Bird,” 2011, the fourth book, “Necklace of Fate,” 2012, the fifth book “Despite everything..” -2013 Years of teaching experience: 40 years Currently working as a teacher of the Russian language and reading at the State Budgetary Institution “ASHI No. 9” (correctional school). Perhaps this development will be useful to class teachers of students with disabilities.
With respect and gratitude for the attention of Melnikova T.G.

Methodological development
class hour “May 9 – Victory Day”.

For students in grades 5-9 of the VIII type correctional school
Goal: to instill in children a sense of pride in their ancestors

Tasks:
- strengthening family relationships between children, parents, grandparents
- awakening interest in the history of your family, and therefore in the history of your homeland

Props: the film “Siege of Leningrad”, St. George ribbons according to the number of students, songs: “Rise up, great country”, “Victory Day”, books with poems.
“I’m not the same age as the war...”

Teacher: (the phonogram of the song “Get up, huge country” sounds)
Dear Guys! You and I have gathered today on the eve of the most important holiday of our people, Victory Day.
-Tell me, please, in what year did our people defeat the Nazis?
-What was the name of this terrible war?
-When did the Great Patriotic War begin?

Well done boys. At my request, today you brought with you photographs of your great-grandfathers, participants in that terrible war. I see Andryusha on your desk, there is no photo, but there is a triangle. What is that?
Student Andrey
- my grandmother gave me these letters - triangles were received during the war

Teacher Read it, please.
Unfortunately, the people who gave us freedom and life cannot come to visit us. Seventy-one years have already passed since the Victory Day. And even the youngest war veteran would now be over ninety years old. There is only one veteran of the Great Patriotic War living in Khvoynaya, but for health reasons he cannot come to meet you guys.

Today, in memory of the soldiers of the Great Patriotic War, I want to introduce you to my poems. dedicated to the feat of our people. Guys, I wrote this with my heart. Why, I probably want to ask you. I will answer. Not only because my two grandfathers Grinev Demyan Sergeevich and Skobelev Fedot Georgievich laid down their lives in 1942 near Moscow in the Kalinin direction near the village of Malaya Tolstukha, defending their Motherland, not only because my uncle Grinev Nikolai Demyanovich at the age of 17 fled to the front and fought with the Nazis heroically, not only. Our Soviet soldiers have lived to see a time worse than that war: orders and medals are taken from them, their orders and medals are stolen, they are killed in their own homes for their pensions. This is truly worse than that war. Then in 1941 it was clear and understandable: the enemy had come to our native land, we must defend it. All. And now, we’ve made it! And who? Descendants of those same soldiers who returned from the war! Monstrous. I can't remain silent. With my poems I want to show the veterans of the Great Patriotic War my deepest respect, gratitude, and admiration for their feat. We apologize for these scumbags who have nothing sacred! Guys, please listen to the poem

I am not the same age as the war...
I am not the same age as the war.
And I didn’t expect any news from the front.
Only letters from my own son
From the unit where I served, I received it.

I and the children did not tremble from the roar of bombs,
I didn’t hear the nasty whistling of shells,
But only distant rumbles of thunder,
Yes, there are lightning strikes in the black sky.

I didn’t get plump from hunger in those hard years,
I didn’t eat quinoa, wood glue and hominy,
I haven’t seen fascist spawn in ages,
I didn’t give my last to a huckster for a handful of flour.

Even as a girl, I was often surprised
Why is father so painfully strict?
If you leave the bread uneaten by accident,
For this he could have rolled a spoon into my forehead.

Choking on tears, she finished that piece...
Then, having matured, I understood my father,
Russia shed blood for the bread of freedom!
Those who survived hunger know Life to the end!

He is holy bread and there is nothing more expensive in this world!
So that Russia may live for centuries in brotherhood,
A spike of wheat in a victorious May at dawn,
He rose and grew in freedom on the blood of a soldier!

Our holy duty, Soviet soldiers,
Never forget anyone!
The people consigned that feat of arms to oblivion.
It cannot continue to flourish and live long, long time!

I'm not the same age as the war,
And I never received letters from the front...

Teacher One day I saw a program on TV that talked about how orders and medals were taken away from war veterans. And guys a bitter poem was born

Forgive us veterans...

The distant forties...
Feverish. combat,
Cities and villages burned,
Resurrected by memory.

We don’t know how we survived,
They tasted the full measure of grief,
We drank the cup of pain to the dregs,
So that now we can live free.

We didn’t give up our homeland to the enemy,
It was defended in an unequal battle
Battles, victories and captivity...
We raised our Motherland from its knees.

I ask forgiveness from the living and the fallen,
For disgusting, terrible actions,
For those who take away your orders,
He mercilessly kills for money.

For those who do not ask for forgiveness for this,
Who shamelessly wears flags with swastikas,
Forgive us, veterans,
For such mental wounds.

And in your worst nightmare you won’t see something like this,
How the glory of Soviet heroes is defamed,
In the cruel war of the victors,
Liberated the world from fascism.

Thank you very much for freedom and life.
For 70 years we have not known war and have not experienced grief,
Because the Russian people are alive and thriving,
I bow to the ground with respect!

Forgive us veterans...

“In a few days, you and I will go to lay flowers at the monument to our fellow countrymen who did not return from the war. As long as we remember them, our Motherland will be the strongest in the world.
My dear fellow villagers...

My dear fellow villagers!
Today is a special date for us,
We celebrate Memorial Day together.
We honor the feat of the Soviet soldier!

A lot has been said about that war over the years,
But the hour struck when they came here,
We didn’t meet a single veteran,
And they will never come again!

We will lay flowers to the liberating soldiers,
Let's stand in silence at the obelisks,
And we will give glory to the people's avengers,
And we thank them from the bottom of our hearts for their feat!

And let our children pick up the baton,
The road here will never be forgotten!
Many more songs will be sung about that war,
Russia - Motherland, live free forever!

And now you guys and I will watch an excerpt from the documentary film “Siege of Leningrad”
(watching a movie)
Our village Khvoynaya is located not far from this wonderful city and during the war there was a hospital for Soviet soldiers here. And your great-grandmothers helped the front with all their might. Guys, share stories about this time
(children's stories)
Teacher The war ended long ago, but what a cruel trace it left in every hut, in every family
The war...

War's eyes are covered with ashes,
Killed by black grief, killed by misfortune,
Funeral, terrible news,
Waiting for the departed in vain...

War has a cruel face.
Painful wounds are deep,
She is always merciless.
And merciless towards Man.

There is no other side to war,
She is evil, hateful, perverse,
Of course, she has no excuse.
For recklessness She is a punishment.
It’s scary to even think if our grandfathers hadn’t resisted then? ….We simply wouldn’t exist then. It's simple And we are! So let us all bow down in the deepest respect to the Soviet soldiers who defended our land in that war!
We will light candles of memory and honor the feat of the Soviet soldier (we light candles and, to the sound of the Leningrad metronome, we honor the dead with a minute of silence)
Guys, I declare a minute of silence.
Memory

How many songs have been composed?
About Victory in the forty-fifth war.
Our heart is still troubled
Heroism and feat of a soldier!

How did you manage to survive then?
And where does this power come from?
And how many poems have been written!
You are our holy memory.

What about us, descendants!
Shall we save and revive Russia?
Or let's go with a knapsack
Is Europe beautiful?

Where is our dignity?
And the strength of the Russian spirit?
Those who fell in that war would rise
Yes, they asked about this just now!

What would everyone be able to answer?
And was he able to look them straight in the eye?
What are they for in the next world?
Lost your life in an unequal battle?

How many songs have been written about that war,
Good poems have been written,
Flowers for the fighters, as expected...
And Memory is written in the heart...
The song Victory Day is playing.
Teacher I want to end our class hour with this poem
My line
Let my line ring with incredible power.
So that I unite with every string of your souls,
Gratefully pierced Russian hearts.
And I would forever become related to each of them!

We are united, our Russian people!
United by the troubles we have experienced,
United by that holy war,
United by the fallen, united by the living!

In every house, in every one, you see, on the wall,
Portraits of those who will never return from the front,
In each they mourned those who were not expected
They just smile sadly from the photographs.

Our strength lies in brotherhood, Russians!
Our grandfathers laid down their lives for this.
We will not surrender Russia to desecration!
Their descendants will win, as then, Victory!

Live for centuries Russia, prosper in happiness!
You ask: “How?”, I will answer: “Simple, very!”
Love your land with all your heart, with all your soul,
Breathe with him, because this is your father’s house!
Teacher: I have prepared a gift for you. I want to give everyone a St. George’s ribbon. We will attach it on May 9 to the left side of the chest, to the very heart, and we will take part in the procession of the “Immortal Regiment” and also as a gift to everyone, a collection of my poems “I am not the same age as the war.” Now take the postcards you made with your own hands and we will sign them for the children of the war who live in the village of Khvoinaya
(children sign postcards)

****
Better than those who went through the war,
No one will ever write!
Who walked the road of death
She knows she's breathing in her face!

And in the trench, in an embrace with her,
With a pencil stub,
I wrote to my beloved,
Before a terrible attack.

Empty black eye sockets
She looked straight into the soul.
Yes, hope is rebellious
She didn’t let her listen!

And they went into immortality,
Soldiers, Soviet warriors!
And there is no place for death
A heart made from memory!

War…
War... you've been breathing in our faces for many years!
With black wings you will cover the white light.
You threaten with losses, trouble, separation,
Parting, waiting, torment.

Unfortunately, you are the only remedy
Because of you, disasters are irreparable!
With your help problems are solved,
And there is no other dilemma for humanity!

War... you are smoldering under the ashes of hatred,
You seem to care for humane goals,
But your essence is one, there cannot be another,
Good, Love, you want to win so much!

War... over our heads like the sword of Domocles!
What is sacred, I am ready to neglect everything!
And the doors are wide open to all vices and passions.
Give the blood-thirsty authorities a free hand!

Humanity is at war, you can’t tell who’s right,
You are leading us with leaps and bounds to the abyss!
And with greedy hands you want to rake everything,
War... is there a way to save the world from you?

Title: Methodological development of a class hour for May 9 “I am not the same age as the war”
Nomination: School, Scripts, grades 5-9

Position: Russian language and reading teacher
Place of work: GOBOU "ASHI No. 9"
Location: Khvoinaya village, Novgorod region, Shrsseynaya street, 35 kv3

Class notes for Victory Day for grades 8-9 “Song in a soldier’s overcoat”

A song can destroy an enemy just like any weapon.

A. Alexandrov

Class hour dedicated to the music of the war years.

Soviet songs of the war years contain a huge charge of morality and patriotism. This charge can be directed towards the patriotic education of teenagers. Songs of the war years are classics of Soviet song. Familiarity with such music can give children criteria for evaluating a musical work in general and a song in particular. In form, this event can be called an hour of communication. It can be divided into two parts: an information block (short stories about the history of the creation of songs), an interactive conversation - discussion and a musical minute - singing songs.

Goals: expand children’s understanding of the Great Patriotic War, familiarize them with the history of the creation of famous songs; to form in children a positive attitude towards songs of the war years, rejection of attempts to distort and denigrate the history of the war; cultivate artistic taste, aesthetic sense; awaken the desire to sing and listen to songs of the Great Patriotic War.

Preparatory work with children:

Prepare a creative group (6 children), distributing the information block material between them (one photocopy of the script is enough);

Copy the words of the songs that the children will sing at the end of class.

Decor: paraphernalia of the Great Patriotic War (photo posters, gramophone, images of orders and medals); on the board - topic, epigraph.

Musical arrangement: musical recordings of songs (“Dugout”, “Dark Night”, “Blue Handkerchief”, “Holy War”).

Class plan

I. Opening remarks.

II. Information block:

1. Songs vs. songs.

2. "Dugout".

3. "Dark Night."

4. “Blue handkerchief.”

5. "Holy War".

III. Interactive conversation on the topic “Old songs about the main thing.”

IV. Final word.

V. Musical finale “Let’s sing, friends!”

Class progress

I. Opening remarks

Classroom teacher. Guys, every day you hear dozens of songs. Some songs become incredibly popular and are suddenly forgotten. But there are some songs that have survived their time and become classics. Classic means exemplary, impeccable, impeccable. The authors of these songs have captured some kind of nerve, some secret mechanism that affects the listener even after decades. And makes the song eternal. Such eternal songs include songs of the Great Patriotic War. Let's read the topic of today's class hour (reading). Now let’s read the epigraph (reads). Do you think a song can be a fighter or a formidable weapon?

Sample answers from children:

A song can be a fighter because it leads into battle.

As long as people sing songs, they believe in victory.

Song brings people together and makes them stronger, so it can be a formidable weapon.

A song can lift the spirit of warriors and raise them to heroic deeds, so a song is a formidable weapon.

In songs, soldiers sing about what is dear to them, for which they will fight until the last drop of blood.

The song helps the soldiers in their life at the front, so we can say that the song fights with the soldiers, which means the song is also a fighter.

Classroom teacher. Indeed, a song is both a fighter and a formidable weapon. Today we will talk about songs of the Great Patriotic War. These songs accompanied our soldiers to the front and greeted us in liberated cities, songs lifted us into battle and helped us survive the loss of loved ones, songs walked with the infantry and rode with tankers along the dusty roads of war, songs rose into the sky on wings with red stars and plowed the seas . The song is a musical chronicle of the Great Patriotic War. I give the floor to the creative group that prepared the information block for today's class hour.

II. Information block

Songs vs songs

Student 1. And the songs really fought!

The German scientist Eberhard Dieckmann told our writer Vadim Kozhinov that in Germany before the war they did not sing lyrical songs at all - only marches were heard everywhere! In these marches Germany was glorified, the German nation was sung, the Fuhrer and Nazi leaders were praised. These songs were supposed to raise the morale of German soldiers before marching to the East to conquer living space. With such fighting spirit, the German soldier crossed the border of our country, and Nazi marches began to flow across our land. And everywhere, in all corners of Russia, our entire people rose up against these marches: soldiers and sailors, old people and children, people of all nationalities rose up to fight so that they would never hear these Nazi marches on their land.

What songs inspired our people to fight? I will list only the titles: “Nightingales”, “Darkie”, “Blue Handkerchief”, “Dark Night”, “Katyusha”, “Dugout”, “Oh, my fogs are foggy”. These were not marching songs, but lyrical songs. They talked about love, about home, about spring, about birch trees, nightingales. And these songs won! Because with these songs our people defended not their living space, but their native land, their native birches, loved ones and loved ones. Our group has prepared a story about the history of the creation of several songs. Today we will listen to the songs of the Great Patriotic War, learn about the history of their creation, mentally transport ourselves to those thunderstorms of the forties, imagine how our great-grandmothers and great-grandfathers felt when they heard these songs at the front or in the rear.

"Dugout"

(The song “Dugout” plays.)

Student 2. There is probably no person in our country who would not recognize this song.

You are far, far away now.

Between us there is snow and snow.

It's not easy for me to reach you,

And there are four steps to death.

The poet Alexei Surkov wrote these lines in 1941 in a dugout, in “snow-white fields near Moscow.” He had no idea that he was writing the words of a popularly known song. He simply wrote a letter to his wife in verse, describing his feelings after the difficult battles for Moscow. A year later, composer K. Listov happened to be passing through Moscow. He came to the editorial office of the front-line newspaper, where the poet Surkov worked and asked for something “song”. The poet proposed this lyrical letter. The composer immediately composed a melody and wrote it down on an ordinary piece of notebook paper - he drew five rulers, wrote down the notes and left. The words and melody of the song were published in the Komsomolskaya Pravda newspaper. The song turned out to be very warm, sincere, a little sad, but it did not evoke melancholy among the soldiers, but contempt for death. This song was a song - a fighter, participated in the struggle and helped bring victory closer. It was loved and sung on all fronts, just like the other song you are about to hear.

"Dark night"

(The song “Dark Night” plays.)

Student 3. The song “Dark Night” from the film “Two Fighters” was first performed by the popular favorite actor Mark Bernes, who played the main role. The song was immediately remembered by the audience. It was written literally in one breath. The film “Two Fighters” was filmed in 1942 at the Tashkent Film Studio. The music for the film was written by the famous composer Nikita Bogoslovsky. According to the director's plan, a sincere song should have been featured in the film. As soon as the director explained to the composer the state and feelings of the hero, Nikita Bogoslovsky immediately sat down at the piano and played the melody of the future song without stopping. That's how this music was born the first time. This is how she entered the film without a single change. On all fronts this song was heard in moments of short rest, in between battles. Our soldier fought for his home, for his crib, for his beloved, until the “dark night” of the war ended over our country.

"Blue scarf"

(The song “Blue Handkerchief” plays.)

Student 4. Moscow jazz lovers sang the song “Blue Handkerchief” even before the war. But this light jazz song would have been forgotten very soon if not for the People's Artist of the Soviet Union Klavdiya Shulzhenko. In 1942, she asked a young lieutenant, an employee of a front-line newspaper, to write other words to this melody. The lieutenant composed all night. This is how the song with military words appeared.

“I immediately liked the simple, touching words,” said Shulzhenko. - There was a lot of truth in them. Each warrior has one native woman, the most beloved, close and dear, for grief, suffering, deprivation, for separation from whom he will take revenge on the enemy.

The machine gunner is scribbling

For a blue handkerchief,

What was on the shoulders of the dear ones!

This was the second birth of the song. With the new text, the “Blue Handkerchief” took its place in the combat positions and reached Berlin with our soldier. Such episodes of the war speak about how the “Blue Handkerchief” fought. Once Shulzhenko gave a concert in an aviation regiment. After the concert, one of the pilots told her that the “Blue Handkerchief” would be with the pilots in all battles and they would dedicate the first “Junker” or “Messer” they shot down to her. Shulzhenko did not have to wait long. The very next day, this pilot shot down a fascist Messerschmitt. “We needed Shulzhenko’s songs, like shells and cartridges, in battle,” said soldiers and officers.

"Holy war"

(The song “Holy War” plays.)

Student 5. The main song of the Great Patriotic War is “Holy War.” This song contained a charge of such power that to this day many people get a lump in their throat and tears come to their eyes when they hear: “Get up, huge country, get up for mortal combat...”

- “This is a hymn of revenge and a curse on Hitlerism” - this is what its author, composer A. Alexandrov, said about this song. He recalled that during the war this song was always listened to while standing, with some special impulse, a holy mood, and not only the soldiers, but also the performers themselves often cried.

Student 6. This song was born in the very first days of the war. In one night, the poet V. Lebedev-Kumach wrote a poem, which was immediately published in newspapers. Composer A. Alexandrov read this poem in one of the newspapers. He was the leader of the Red Army Song and Dance Ensemble. The poem made such a strong impression on the composer that he immediately sat down at the piano. The next day, Alexandrov was already rehearsing a new song with the ensemble. And a day later, the choir performed the song for the first time at the Belorussky railway station, from where combat trains departed for the front in those days.

Student 5. This is what contemporaries wrote about this first performance (reading).

“...In the waiting room there was a platform made from freshly planed boards - a kind of stage for a performance. The ensemble's artists climbed to this elevation, and a doubt 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 all have tears in their eyes too...

The song died down, but the fighters demanded a repetition. Again and again - five times in a row! - the ensemble sang “The Holy War” ... "

Student 6. Thus began the battle path of this song, a glorious and long path. From that day on, “The Holy War” was adopted by our army and all the people, and became the musical anthem of the Great Patriotic War. It was sung everywhere - at the forefront, in partisan detachments, in the rear. Every morning after the striking of the Kremlin chimes, it sounded on the radio. In the chronicles of the Patriotic War there are many heroic episodes that tell how this anthem song entered into battle. One of them dates back to the spring of 1942. A small group of defenders of Sevastopol took up defense in a cave carved into the rock. The Nazis furiously stormed this natural fortress and threw grenades at it. The strength of the defenders was melting... And suddenly a song was heard from the depths of the dungeon:

Get up, huge country,

Stand up for mortal combat

With fascist dark power,

With the damned horde...

Then there was a strong explosion, and fragments of rock filled the cave... The Soviet soldiers did not surrender to the hated enemy. Many military leaders said that the power of this song could be compared to “an entire armored corps.”

III. Interactive conversation on the topic “Old songs about the main thing”

Classroom teacher. Today you got acquainted with the history of several songs of the Great Patriotic War. What impression did these songs make on you? How does your family feel about these old songs?

Sample answers from children:

Grandmothers, grandfathers, parents love these songs, they love watching TV shows, they know the words by heart.

When there is a celebration in the family and all the relatives gather, old songs are always sung at the table.

Songs like “Holy War” cannot be sung just like that. This is a very strong song. This is something sacred.

The impression is a chill on the skin and a lump in the throat. It’s the same with my parents - my great-grandfather died in the war.

Classroom teacher. “Old songs about the main thing” - in a television program with this title, modern artists are now performing songs of the war years. What do you think is the most important thing that is sung in these songs?

Sample answers from children:

Love, home, family, children.

Homeland, freedom, clear skies above your head.

Duty, loyalty, honor.

Classroom teacher. At the beginning of the class we talked about how songs are like soldiers, they also fought. And the main song of the Great Patriotic War, “Holy War,” is still at the forefront. And in our time she is fighting. Suddenly rumors began to appear that supposedly the words of this song were written by a Russified German back in 1916 in connection with the First World War. And the poet Lebedev-Kumach appropriated them for himself or simply stole them. Philological scholars have exposed this lie. Firstly, there is not a single handwritten text belonging to the pen of this very German, and secondly, Lebedev-Kumach has preserved Dozens of drafts with variants of this poem, which indicates intense work on the text. And such a song could not have appeared before the First World War. The soldiers did not understand the essence of this war and did not want to fight - where did such intensity of patriotism, such energy come from? Why do you think all these accusations were started? It would seem, well, what difference does it make who wrote it?

(Children express their guesses.)

The fact is that this is not just a song - it is a hymn to the greatness of the people who defeated fascism. In order to denigrate our Victory, they begin to “attack” his song... This is the same annoying desire to instill in us the idea of ​​our second-classness, inferiority. Like, what can these Russians create? Everything great comes only from the Germans. Our great-grandfathers have already dispelled this myth by hoisting a red flag over the Reichstag. Several generations of our people have been well vaccinated against these myths. How can today's youth avoid being captured by these myths?

Sample answers from children:

We need to learn more about the war.

You need to learn to respect yourself, your people, your history.

Classroom teacher. Indeed, you need to learn to respect your history, your people, your heroes. You need to have your own national dignity.

VI. Final word

Classroom teacher. The Great Patriotic War is moving further and further away from us. The generation that remembers this war is also passing away. But the memory of the people’s feat does not go away. It remains in books, photographs, films, and in the stories of great-grandfathers. But songs do not just preserve memory - they preserve the soul of the people. Listening to these songs, you understand that fascism was defeated not by fabulous heroes, but by ordinary people. They were scared, cold, hurt. But they survived. This is the strength and greatness of our great-grandfathers. And the songs helped them win, so the songs are also veterans of the Great Patriotic War. And on these May victorious days, let's remember them too.

V. Musical finale “Let’s sing, friends!”

(The music is turned on, the children sing songs that they learned about during the class hour.)

This methodological development can be used when conducting a classroom lesson in grades 3-5.

Target: To form a respectful attitude towards the heroes of the Second World War and the past of our Motherland.

Tasks:- introduce students to the exploits of the people during the Second World War;

Expand students' knowledge about the Great Patriotic War;

To instill patriotic feelings in younger schoolchildren: respect for the older generation, a sense of pride in their people, their Motherland.

Equipment: computer, projector, screen.

Preliminary preparation is that it is necessary to distribute poems to students in advance to read by heart and give tasks in groups to prepare stories about pioneer heroes.

Progress of the lesson.

Introductory conversation.

Update knowledge about Victory Day. (- What holiday is approaching? What event is it dedicated to?)

Teacher: There are events, dates, names of people that have gone down in the history of the city, the region of the country, and even the history of the entire Earth. Books are written about them, legends are told, poetry and music are composed. The main thing is that they are remembered. And this memory is passed down from generation to generation and does not allow distant days and events to fade. One of these events was the Great Patriotic War of our people against Nazi Germany. Everyone should preserve her memory. (slide 1)

1 reader:

To those who went into battle for their homeland, survived and won...

To those who were burned in the Buchenwald ovens,

To those who went to the bottom like a stone at river crossings.

To those who have sunk forever nameless in fascist captivity,

To those who were ready to give their hearts for a just cause,

Those who fell under cars instead of pontoon bridges.

Dedicated to all those who went into immortality and won...

Reader 2:

The entire globe is underfoot.

I live. I'm breathing. I sing.

But in memory it is always with me

Killed in battle.

Let me not name all the names,

There is no blood relative.

Isn't that why I live

Why did they die?

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

Reader 3:

June... The sunset was approaching evening.

And the sea overflowed during the white night,

And the sonorous laughter of the guys was heard,

Those who do not know, those who do not know grief.

Reader 4:

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 in 1945, in May.

Reader 5:

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.

Reader 6:

Everything breathed such silence,

It seemed that the whole earth was still sleeping

Who knew that between peace and war,

Only about 5 minutes left.

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

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

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

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

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

6. Doesn't seem like much, right? By plane it takes about 4 hours, but by dashing and on your belly - 4 years 1418 days. Remember!

Teacher:- When talking about war, we often talk about exploits. How do you understand the word “feat”? (Students reason.)

A feat is when, in a great unselfish impulse of the soul, a person gives himself to people, in the name of people he sacrifices everything, even his own life.

There is a feat of one person, two, three, hundreds, thousands, and there is a FEAT OF THE PEOPLE, when the people rise to defend the Fatherland, its honor, dignity and freedom. (slide 4)

Almost all of Western Europe lay under the forged heel of the Nazi invaders when Nazi Germany unleashed the power of its tanks, planes, guns and shells on our state. And it was necessary to be a very strong people, to have a steely character, to have great moral strength in order to resist the enemy, to overcome his countless forces.

From the endless Siberian plain

To Polesie forests and swamps

The heroic people rose up,

Our great, mighty people!

He came out: free and right,

Responding war to war,

Stand up for your native state,

For our mighty country!

(slide 5-10)

Everyone stood up to defend the Motherland. Trains went to the front, partisan detachments were created, and women and children went on labor shifts.

They fought in partisan detachments, worked in military factories, collected warm clothes for front-line soldiers, and gave concerts to the wounded in hospitals. They met the war at different ages. Some are very young, some are teenagers. Someone was on the threshold of adolescence. The war found them in capital cities and small villages, at home and visiting their grandmother, in a pioneer camp, on the front line and in the rear.

Cruel word - war!

Spotlights with a furious flash

She burst into our childhood.

Deadly tons of steel

Night alarm siren.

In those days we didn't play war -

We were simply breathing war. (A. Ioffe)

Here are just some lines from the memories of children of those years.

Student.“At the beginning of the war, I was 12 years old. My family was not evacuated from Moscow. In the first year of the war, schools were not open, but we did not sit idly by. We collected medical vials and donated them to hospitals. And in the spring and summer we were taken out to collect nettles , from which cabbage soup was cooked in hospitals. We, children, were on duty on the roofs during the bombings and extinguished incendiary bombs" (T.S. Ivleva, printer.)

Student.“The war found our family, the family of a military doctor, near Brest on June 22, 1941. My mother and sister died before my eyes. I was nine and a half years old. I was picked up by two soldiers, and we began to leave the encirclement, making our way to our own. We crossed the front, and I was enrolled as a student, the son of a regiment, in special reconnaissance at the headquarters of the 4th Army. I carried out reconnaissance missions, but at the beginning of 1942 I came under fire, was wounded, and was sent to the rear for treatment..... (Yu.G. Podtykailov, mechanical engineer) Students' stories about pioneer heroes.

(slide 11-14)

Teacher: But of course, the woman - the mother - bore the greatest burden of the war on her shoulders. (slide15)

I know you have anxiety in your heart - It’s not easy to be the mother of a soldier! I know you keep looking at the road. Along which I once left. I know that the wrinkles have become deeper and the shoulders have become a little slouched. Today we fought to the death, Mom, for you, for our meeting.

Mom, I am writing these lines to you,

I send you my filial greetings.

I remember you so dear,

So good - there are no words!

For life, for you, for your native land

I'm walking towards the lead wind,

And even if there are kilometers between us now,

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

Many families have preserved soldiers' triangle letters, which were sent from the front by fathers and grandfathers, husbands and sons, and brothers. They wrote that they would return home only with victory. Hello, dear Maxim! Hello, my beloved son! I am writing from the front line, Tomorrow morning - back into battle! We will drive out the fascists. Take care, son, mother, Forget sadness and sadness - I will return with victory! I will finally hug you. Goodbye. Your father.

Teacher: Women not only worked in the rear . . They were nurses, doctors, orderlies, intelligence officers, and signalmen. Many soldiers were saved from death by gentle, kind female hands. (slide 16, 17)

Guns roar, bullets whistle. A soldier was wounded by a shell fragment. My sister whispers: “Come on, I’ll support you, I’ll bandage your wound!” - I forgot everything: weakness and fear, I carried him out of the battle in my arms. There was so much love and warmth in her! My sister saved many from death.

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

Quiet guys, a moment of silence
Let's honor the memory of the heroes,
And their voices once sounded
In the morning they greeted the sun,
Almost our peers.
There are none among us
Who went to the front and never returned.
Let's remember in centuries, in years,
About those who will never come again.
Let's remember!

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

A minute of silence.

And yet, a turning point came in the war and the liberation of the occupied territories began. Having cleared the territory of our country from fascists, our soldiers liberated the peoples of Europe from the fascist yoke.

Humanity owes a huge debt to those millions of people who died defending their homeland from enslavement, captivity, and fascism, which threatened to destroy all Slavic peoples. Grateful descendants preserve the memory of the dead, caring for unmarked graves and mass graves, laying flowers at monuments and obelisks, naming streets after heroes. (slide 19)

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

On memorable days, thousands of Russians come to the Piskarevskoye cemetery in St. Petersburg, to Mamayev Kurgan in Volgograd, (slide 20) to Sapung Mountain in Sevastopol, to the monument to the burned residents of the village of Krasukha in the Pskov region and to other sacred places. The feat of the Soviet Army, the liberator, is honored not only in our country. In Germany, in Treptow Park there is a monument to the Warrior-Liberator. This is the victorious Soldier, to whose chest the German girl he saved trustingly clings. (slide 21)

At the turn of the fourth spring,

As a reward for years of anxiety,

Prostrate in smoke and dust

Berlin lay at our feet!

The thunder of guns does not stop.

The flame rages in the smoky darkness,

And people say to each other -

There is justice on Earth!

Crushing iron and stone,

He mercilessly struck down the enemy!

Victory banner over Germany

He hoisted the banner of his truth!

He walked through fire and water,

He did not stray from his path.

Glory, glory to the people - the hero!

Glory to his glorious Army!

And in Berlin, on a holiday,

Was erected to stand for centuries,

Monument to the Soviet soldier,

With the rescued girl in her arms.

It stands as a symbol of our glory.

Like a beacon shining in the darkness,

This is him - a soldier of my state,

Protects peace throughout the Earth!

The sun is shining on Victory Day and will always shine for us. In fierce battles, our grandfathers managed to defeat the enemy. The columns march in an even formation, And songs flow here and there, And festive fireworks sparkle in the sky of the hero cities! (slide 25) On this day, solemn rallies are held in every city in our country. And in the forefront are veterans - those who went through the war. (Slide 2)

Wear your medals
Both on holidays and on weekdays.
On strict jackets
And fashionable jackets. Wear medals
For all people to see
You, who endured the war on your own shoulders.

(slide 27) Let there never be war! Let the peaceful cities sleep. Let the piercing howl of sirens not sound above my head. Let no one burst a shell, Let no one shoot a machine gun. Let our forests ring only with the voices of birds and children. And may the years pass peacefully, May there never be war!

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