Scenarios about besieged Leningrad. The script for a concert dedicated to the breakthrough and lifting of the blockade of Leningrad. When they pounced on the city
Scenario for the day of lifting the blockade of Leningrad
The phonogram "Get up, the country is huge ..."
The reciters take the stage
Again the war, again the blockade ...
Or maybe we should forget about them?
I sometimes hear: “Don't,
There is no need to reopen the wounds.
It's true that we're tired
We're from tales of war
And they read about the blockade
There are quite enough verses. "
And it may seem: right
And the words are convincing.
But even if it's true
Such a truth is not right!
So that again on the earthly planet
That winter did not happen again
We need our children
This was remembered as we are!
The soundtrack of Shostakovich's 7th symphony sounds
Blockade! Blockade! Blockade!
The lights of Leningrad went out.
In the snow from the funnel breaks
They turn black like flocks of crows.
Blockade. Blockade. Blockade.
There is a barricade at the Narva Gate.
Outgoing tanks to the front.
And with a coffin children's sled.
Blockade. Blockade. Blockade.
And hunger, and legs like cotton wool.
And death is on the doorstep every day.
And there are lessons at school today.
Lessons with a notebook and chalk,
Lessons under terrible fire.
Lessons how to challenge the blockade.
And a shot ... and blood on the notebook.
Slide on the screen "Photo of Tanya Savicheva"
Tanya Savicheva:
Notebook, notebook
In a slanting ruler.
Some examples are written,
And I'm drawing a war.
And death comes with a scythe
In a slanting ruler.
Room. The window is crossed out crosswise,
To protect the glass from the explosion.
It's cold as if the doors were wide open.
Dead unheated stove.
Memory collects everything in a piggy bank:
Half of the wall is covered with frost.
Has turned into a dull smokehouse
Electrification of the country.
Tanya Savicheva:
The smokehouse is my flashlight.
You can't distinguish a face.
Long live the croutons!
But I only dream about him.
No poppy dewdrops.
But they give a burda.
And grains float
In a plate, like in a pond.
And a partridge eats only 22 grams per day. Happy.
As he writes, freezing,
A trembling hand
Suffering and daring
Diary page.
Line ... another line ...
I said to the Leningrad woman:
"You burn your notebooks
And bask by the fire. "
Didn't listen to me.
I sniffed everything with a cold
And her pen creaked.
The explosions shook the courtyard.
Someone met their death.
The little historian writes.
He writes his chronicle.
Tanya wrote her chronicle ...
Tanya Savicheva:
It is very difficult to write the word "died". Leka had her own corner, fenced off by a wardrobe. He drew there. I made money by drawing. He was quiet and short-sighted and wore glasses. And everything creaked with his feather, it is called the ruling pen ... Leka died ... Leka died ... "
She dropped her head and could not raise it for a long time. And everything that happened next was like a dream. She was and, as it were, was not in this terrible blockade world.
Tell us old inkwell
How the ink froze in you.
Tell me how you can, former stove,
How we grieved in the days of the blockade.
But the inkwell is silent.
The stove will not show the way to warmth,
Forgetting about the fire.
Only living bread. He will tell everything.
I am bread. I have a soul.
I am bread. And it hurts me.
The foliage falls from the birch, rustling,
And bread comes to life every day.
I hear the shards of a suffocating whistle.
I am a slice, transparent and thin.
And holds me in the palm of your hand like a leaf
Hungry blockade child.
I am bread. I have a soul.
Although I am a thin slice
Approaching me, barely breathing,
Hungry childish mouth.
Big eyes. The complexion is waxy.
With difficulty he raises his hand.
I am bread. And while I'm alive
I will not let the child die!
I am bread. I'm alive. I do not burn in fire.
I am yours, I am rye, the closest.
And children's lips stretch to me
As if to the mother's breast.
I am bread.
I have a soul.
Since November 20, 1941, the bread ration has been reduced for the fifth time: workers began to receive 250 g of bread per day, and non-workers (employees, dependents, children) - 125 g of bread per day. A tiny, almost weightless slice.
With fire and blood in half ...
The bread did not go away, did not leave the house, only turned into a thin slice, transparent like a maple leaf. The slice lay in Tanya's palm. Not just bread - a blockade ration.
Tanya Savicheva:
Do you know how blockade bread is eaten? Not? I didn't know before either ... I'll teach you. It is necessary to put the solder in the palm of your hand and break off a tiny piece. And chew it for a long, long time, looking at the remaining bread. And break off again. And chew again. We need to eat this tiny piece as long as possible. And when all the bread is eaten, use your fingertips to collect the crumbs in the middle of your palm and press your lips to them, as if you want to kiss them ... So that not a single crumb is lost ... not a single crumb.
Soundtrack "Explosions" sounds
Sirens sounded outside the window. There was a deafening crack. The walls shook. The house shook. The chandelier swayed like an earthquake. A crooked crack ran across the ceiling like lightning. Plaster fell.
Tanya kept calm: a person gets used to everything. Even to the bombing.
Tanya Savicheva:
Does it really matter why you die? Maybe hunger hurts even more.
Tanya, go to The mainland, there is bread, there is life.
Tanya Savicheva:
I can't leave without my mom.
"Mom died on May 13 at 7 o'clock in the morning 1942 ... The Savichevs died ... All died ... There was only one ... Tanya ..."
Finish showing the photo
Valya was left alone ... Vadim was left alone ... Katya was left alone ... Zhenya ... Kira ...
Everybody leaves
The phonogram sounds “Lacrimosa» , slide show in progress
Readers come on stage, chorus comes out
In the days of siege
We never found out:
Between youth and childhood
Where the hell? ..
We are in forty-third
Issued medals
And only in the forty-fifth -
Passports.
And this is not a problem ...
But for adults
Already lived for many years,
Suddenly it's scary because
That we won't
Neither older nor older
Than then.
In a distant troubled war year
Under the thunder of batteries in full view of the country
Stood next to adults
Boys at the walls of Leningrad.
A notebook remained open on the desk.
When they pounced on the city
High explosive bombs and hunger.
And we will never forget with you
How our peers took the fight.
They were only thirteen
But they were Leningraders.
Hunger kills fear in us.
But he also kills forces ...
On the Piskarevsky wastelands
The mass graves are wider and wider.
And in vain they sometimes say:
"Not all shells kill ..."
When Leningrad is the target
I know - it never happens.
During the first blockade winter alone, famine took away 252 thousand people in Leningrad.
Children in a besieged city ... Looking at the starving children (and there are a lot of them in the city - about 400 thousand) and feeling their complete helplessness in front of the fact that you cannot help them with anything - there is nothing more terrible for mothers.
The children were waiting for bread.
But in November-December 1941 - January 1942, the ice "Road of Life" begins to operate - along Lake Ladoga.
There are different roads - main, urban, rural, broken and well-groomed, there are even racing and ring roads, but there was and is one road, the price of which is the life of Leningraders, and one cannot but remember it.
On the screen - a slide "Horse train", then - "The Road of Life"
On November 20, from the Vaganovsky Spusk near the village of Kokkarevo, a horse-drawn sled train went down onto the ice. About 350 sledges headed for the eastern shore of the lake to Kobonu. Having loaded 63 tons of flour on a sled, the wagon train arrived in Osinovets on the morning of November 21. The next day, November 22, a convoy of 60 vehicles went to Kobona for food. Having made a difficult voyage, the convoy returned on November 23, delivering 33 tons of food. The ice was so fragile that a two-ton truck carried only 2-3 bags of food.
This is how the famous ice track was born, which was called the Military Highway No. 101.
In early December, the ice got stronger, and three-ton ZIS-5 vehicles were launched on the track; the drivers were already driving without fear of ice sinking.
Despite frosts and snowstorms, enemy artillery fire and air strikes, the enemy's occupation of Tikhvin on November 8, the movement of trucks did not stop practically for a single day. In November-December, 16,449 tons of cargo were delivered along the highway, which made it possible to increase the bread ration for the first time since December 25 for the first time during the blockade.
... cars went to Leningrad:
he is still alive. He is nearby somewhere.
To Leningrad, to Leningrad!
There is bread left for two days,
There mothers under dark skies
They stand in a crowd at the bakeries,
And tremble, and are silent, and wait,
Listen anxiously:
By dawn, they said, they would bring ...
Citizens, you can hold on ... -
And it was like this: all the way
The rear car sank.
The chauffeur jumped up, the chauffeur on the ice.
Well, it is - the motor stuck.
Repair in five minutes, a trifle.
This breakdown is not a threat,
Yes, you can't straighten your arms in any way:
They were chilled on the steering wheel.
If you straighten it a little, it will bring it down again.
To stand? And the bread? Wait for others?
And the bread is two tons? He will save
Sixteen thousand Leningraders. -
And now - in the gasoline of his hand he
Moistened, set them on fire from the engine,
And the repair moved quickly
In the flaming hands of the chauffeur.
Forward! How the blisters ache
Frozen to the mittens of the palm.
But he will deliver bread, bring
To the bakery before dawn.
Sixteen thousand mothers
They will receive rations at dawn -
One hundred twenty five blockade grams
With fire and blood in half.
End slide show "The Road of Life"
... Oh, we learned in December -
not for nothing is it called a "sacred gift"
ordinary bread, and a grave sin -
at least throw a crumb on the ground:
with such human suffering he
such great love fraternal
for us henceforth consecrated,
our daily bread, Leningrad.
By March 1942, it was already possible to bake full-fledged rye bread, even with the use of wheat flour.
The spring of 1942 was approaching. It was still far from the end of the blockade ...
It was forty-two years old,
I was shaking
From hunger,
Out of melancholy.
But the spring was coming -
She had little grief
Until these troubles.
Fragmented,
Like refined sugar raw and spongy,
Under the blue foundry span,
Smoothly swinging the armor,
Ice walked along the Neva from the Road of Life.
And somewhere there
Neva in the middle
I saw from Liteiny Bridge
On a slowly swaying ice floe -
Distinctly
The likeness of a cross.
And a piece of ice floated up
Bulls
Before the bridge, the run slowed down.
Crosswise,
To the sides with your hands,
A man was soldered into this ice floe.
No, not a soldier killed at Dubrovka
On the cursed "Nevsky patch",
And boy,
Boyishly awkward
In a jacket made by a kurguz.
How he died on Ladoga,
Was hit by a bullet or frozen in a blizzard.
Across all the seas
Melted from the edge
His crystal bed floats.
My soul no longer has peace.
In a dream and in reality,
While I am alive,
I'm sailing with him around the world,
I float through the memory of humanity.
The blockade of Leningrad lasted 900 days. The whole country rose to the aid of the Leningraders. Food, coal, oil, fuel for tanks and aircraft were delivered to Leningrad along Ladoga. And the blockade continued. The summer has passed. Then winter came again. Then another spring, another summer, another winter ... and when, finally, on January 27, 1944, the blockade ring was broken, the joy of the townspeople was endless.
900 left behind terrible days when the city was choking on the enemy siege. The long-awaited release has arrived.
For a volley, a volley.
Fireworks are thundering.
Rockets in the air hot
They bloom with variegated flowers.
And Leningraders are crying quietly.
Neither calm down yet
There is no need to console people.
Their joy is too great -
Fireworks are thundering over Leningrad!
Their joy is great, but the pain
She spoke and broke through:
To the festive fireworks with you
Half of Leningrad did not rise.
People cry and sing
And they do not hide their faces in tears.
Fireworks in the city today!
Today Leningraders are crying ...
Soundtrack of Rachmaninoff's concert
Zoya Valerievna
Scenario of the event "Day of lifting the blockade of Leningrad"
Types of children's activities:
play, communicative, cognitive - research, musical - artistic.
Targets and goals:
To enrich the knowledge of children about the heroic past of our city - blockade;
To form moral concepts and ethics of a true Petersburg citizen in children;
To cultivate love for the native land;
Develop oral speech.
Preliminary work:
Reading works of art on the topic;
Listening to songs and music of the war years;
Reading and learning poetry about besieged city;
Viewing age-appropriate cartoons on the topic;
Examination of paintings about the war.
Holiday script"NOBODY IS FORGOTTEN AND NOTHING IS FORGOTTEN!"
On the monitor slide 1.
(Children to music (1) enter the music hall, perform rebuilding, and at the end they stand in a loose
Leading:
Today special day, guys,
Day memory - solemn, saint.
Day of lifting the blockade
Celebrates our native city.
In that day breaking through the ring blockades,
Our city with the last bit of strength
He gave battle to his enemies, throwing them away from Leningrad,
And he won in fierce battles.
Music 2 "Immortal Leningrad»
A long time ago, more than 310 years ago, Tsar Peter the First laid the foundation of a city on the deserted banks of the Neva (Slide 2)... He called him by his own name. This is how St. Petersburg appeared. Petersburg changed its name several times. He changed St. Petersburg first to Petrograd, and then to Leningrad, then back to St. Petersburg. But it is the name Leningrad will forever remain in the memory of people as a symbol of courage and patriotism. He held back the onslaught of the Nazis and remained unconquered and unapproachable throughout the Great Patriotic War.
Verse 1 child.
Enemies wanted Destroy Leningrad,
Wipe this city off the ground.
Break down this city, break through the defenses
The Nazis could not do it.
Leading: It was June 22, 1941. (Slide 3). Sunday morning turned out to be sunny
warm, quiet.
Music 3 "Waltz"(group "Pearls")
The boys come up to the girls and invite them to a waltz. Perform waltzing movements
Suddenly the music stops abruptly, the children freeze
Leading. But suddenly they announced a terrible news: German troops attacked our country.
Great began Patriotic War.
The song is playing "Holy war" (Slide 4,5,6) (1 verse and 1 chorus)
at this time children show mini scene"Set for war" after they sit on the chairs
Leading:
In July - September 1941, the German - fascist troops, having superiority in forces, overcame the stubborn, heroic resistance Soviet troops and went to the outskirts Leningrad and Lake Ladoga, cutting off the city from the country. 900 days city Leningrad was in the enemy ring.
Guys, let's go back with you to the time when our city was called Leningrad, and your great-grandfathers and great-grandmothers were still very young, but hard trials fell to their lot.
Verse 2 child (Pearls)
We will remember those years blockade years,
Hard nights and hard days
People who died in the name of the people
After all, they accomplished a great feat.
Verse 3 child (Octopuses)
V Leningrad white nights,
June forty-first.
It's a hot summer
By the morning nature has a rest.
Asleep Summer garden, the light of dawn over the Neva,
Roses, violets are blooming.
And who would have thought that bombs, shelling
The silence will be broken in a moment.
Miniature dance Music No. 4 (Octopuses)
Verse 4 child (Octopuses)
Enemies surrounded our city
V the besieged ring of Leningrad.
Above Ligovsky, Nevsky Prospect
Shells and bullets are flying.
Verse 5 child (Octopuses)
Early winter came this year.
Frosts came, cold weather.
And into a peaceful life Leningraders
Suddenly trouble burst in.
SONG "We stood next to the adults"- all children.
They get up by the chairs, they cheat in a semicircle
Slides 7,8,9 (slides change for every verse)
TEXT of the song
In a distant, troubled war year,
Under the thunder of the batteries in full view of the country.
Stood next to adults
Boys at the walls Leningrad.
A notebook remains open on the desk
When they pounced on the city
High explosive bombs and hunger.
And we will never forget with you
How our peers took the fight.
They were only twelve
But they were Leningraders!
Leading:
(takes a piece of bread)
How many trials brought blockade! The city was isolated from Big land... Therefore, the norms of the issued products were drastically reduced. Here is a piece of bread received Leningraders on cards for a whole day.
Presenter- Hunger death mowed people down. Over 640 thousand Leningraders died of hunger... The whole world knows the history of the family Leningrad girls Tanya Savicheva.
Slide 11 It was an ordinary large Leningrad family... During blockades all members of this family died of hunger. This became known from the diary kept by Tanya Savicheva. On the last page of her diary Tanya wrote: “The Savichevs are all dead. There is only Tanya left "... The fascists thought that the hungry, freezing people would quarrel among themselves over a piece of bread, over a log of firewood, stop defending the city and eventually surrender.
Verse 6 child (Sea stars)
Everyone knows the price of bread Leningrader,
A small piece is 125 grams.
Does not give up Leningrad... The city survives
It teaches us a lesson of courage and courage.
Leading: In the first year of a difficult blockade During the winter, 39 schools were in operation. Some bomb shelters of residential buildings also became the place of study. Even in terrible conditions, the children learned. It was a feat. The way to school is dangerous and difficult. Shells often exploded in the streets. The rooms were so cold that the ink froze. The students sat in coats, hats, mittens. My hands were numb, and the chalk slipped out of my fingers. The disciples were reeling from hunger. All had a common disease - dystrophy. Pupils died not only at home, on the street, on the way to school, but also right in the classroom.
Verse 7 child (Sea stars)
The girl stretched out her hands and fell asleep.
But it turned out - she died ...
No one said a word
Only hoarsely, through a blizzard groan,
The teacher squeezed out that again
Lessons after the funeral ... Slide 12
Music 5. Mom don't cry. Miniature. (Sea stars) 2 girls - one daughter, another mother. They walk slowly, suddenly the girl falls, "Mother" hugs and grieves, then other people come up
Leading:
Blockade couldn't stop creative life cities. In the most difficult conditions, concerts were held, actors played performances, artists issued posters, cameramen filmed newsreels. Slide. thirteen
Verse 8 child (Sea stars)
Death in spite and blockade
Music is not silent.
Shostakovich is behind the control panel.
The symphony sounds in the hall.
Music 6 Shostakovich Children listening and turning slide 14
Verse 9 child. (Sea stars)
This music will live forever
As a symbol of the resilience of people.
The symphony was named « Leningrad» ,
We are rightfully proud of her.
Leading:
When the ice froze on Lake Ladoga, it became possible to transport food directly across the ice. The road on the ice of Ladoga was named "Dear Life"... Slide 15. We will never forget the courage, perseverance, heroism of drivers, road workers, signalmen, anti-aircraft gunners, traffic controllers - all those who, under bombardment and shelling, in frost, blizzard and blizzard, worked for "On the road of life".
Music. 7 Eh Ladoga, native Ladoga
Leading:
Let's sing a song about Ladoga, the teachers are singing.
After all, everyone loves and knows this song.
She is as a symbol of people's courage.
And let us sing along with our songs.
While singing the song, slides 16,17 about Ladoga.
"SONG ABOUT LADOGA"
Through storm and storm, through all obstacles
You, song about Ladoga, fly!
The road is cut through here blockade,-
Relatives cannot be found!
Eh, Ladoga, dear Ladoga!
No wonder Ladoga dear
"Dear Life" is named.
No wonder Ladoga dear
"Dear Life" is named.
Let the wind of Ladoga tell the people
Like barge after barge in summer
We loaded both in a storm and in bad weather,
Forgetting about rest and peace.
Eh, Ladoga, dear Ladoga!
Blizzards, storms, a formidable wave.
No wonder Ladoga dear
"Dear Life" is named.
No wonder Ladoga dear
"Dear Life" is named.
Leading:
900 days and nights lasted Leningrad blockade... It was 900 days of courage, fortitude, feat of the unconquered Leningraders... On January 14, 1944, our troops entered offensive and on January 27, 1944, they were completely released Leningrad from the Nazi blockade.
Music 8. "Words of Levitan"
Verse 10 child. (Sea stars)
Fierce battles were fought for the city.
Soldiers fought for their homeland
And in January, having smashed the enemy,
Ring the blockade broke through.
Verse 11 child
Thanks to those who defended the city,
Who survived the terrible blockade,
Those who restored, from the ashes, revived.
Thank you heroes Leningrad!
Leading:
There is a memorial in our city.
He became a people's memory.
Motherland froze in granite,
To always guard the fallen.
The eternal flame will never go out
As a memory of those who saved our city,
About those who worked, fought bravely
And for the Victory he did what he could.
Leading:
Let's get up, be quiet
Let's honor the heroes Leningrad,
All whose lives it took
In the harsh hour blockade.
MINUTE OF SILENCE
May there be peace on the whole planet
And children do not know war.
Let the children learn, dream
They know no grief, no trouble!
Our city is dear, beloved,
You are proud, strong and beautiful.
This city over the Neva
We love you and me very much.
DANCE COMPOSITION Stork on the roof. (Sea stars) Music 9
Verse 12 child
Let the centuries fly by
Let the years fly by -
Our great city
Will live forever.
You are the glory of Russia,
Hero City.
Grow, prosper -
We proud of you!
The song is being sung "My city is a hero".
Winter forty-one
V the besieged ring of Leningrad.
Shelling, bombing and famine
The stern faces of the soldiers.
Frozen cold morning
Above the grief-stricken Neva.
You endured everything
the city is my winner,
The city is a hero.
2. You are the pride of the country, Leningraders,
Who did not give up their native city,
Who threw lighters from the rooftops
While working, I did not sleep at night.
You've all defended the victory
The highest price
To live Leningrad -
the city is my winner,
The city is a hero!
Leading: So our leisure time, dedicated to complete liberation, has come to an end Leningrad from the blockade... I hope that the memory of your great-grandfathers and great-grandmothers will forever remain in your hearts. Indeed, thanks to them, we now live in such a beautiful and prosperous city!
Scenario for the Day of lifting the blockade of Leningrad
1. Presenter: The Russian government declared January 27 as the Day of military glory Russia. On this day in 1944, the blockade of the city of Leningrad (now St. Petersburg) was lifted.
2. Our speech is dedicated to the feat of the Soviet people in the Great Patriotic War against the fascist invaders.
Presentation on the screen.
1. Many years have passed since then, but Leningraders remember very well each of the 900 days of the blockade, since every day was a battle for their own life with hunger, cold and the battle for Leningrad - a symbol of freedom, equality, independence for all people in the world.
2.In a blizzard night in Leningrad,
The Peter and Paul spire has faded.
With your winds, blockade
Frosty dust swirls.
3. Bending down under the gloom of snow,
Girl with an empty bucket,
Slightly moving, but behind the Neva,
Smoke swirls in conflagration.
Video: Group: Splin "The clock ticked quietly"
1. Enemies hoped that heavy hardships would drown out all human feelings in Leningraders.
2. They thought that the starving, freezing people would quarrel among themselves over a piece of bread, over a log of firewood, would cease to defend the city and eventually surrender it.
3. But the Nazis miscalculated. They did not know the Soviet people well. Those who survived the blockade still remember the deep humanity of the immensely suffering Leningraders, trust and respect for each other.
Boys and girls of Leningrad,
The war stole your childhood.
Deprived of family and friends.
We will bow low to you.
You matured so early.
We worked night and day.
For your mental wounds
Low bow from all.
Both hunger and cold fettered you,
A burning pain pierced.
The toys are thrown aside
And there is only one goal - the front!
Thanks, thanks guys,
For your courage and work.
And this mournful date
Will be remembered around us.
start of staging: "Letter to Hitler" Participants: Journalists, extras
2 leading journalists. Galina Ivanovna
Zvonov to the editor: Dialogue? Editorial office?
Yes, I'm listening to you
Come
I have a letter to Hitler?
Dialogue between journalists:
But what else can you write? They, the blockade, have already told everything - although we will never understand this ... How is it - to stand in line for bread from 5 am to 11 pm at minus 34? And leave without even waiting for a crumb ... How is it not to feel even pain, when the one with whom you slept under one pile of piled blankets no longer wakes up in the morning, and you just put him closer to the window, there where it is colder ...
What else do we don’t know and what can we understand? ..
(The stage closes. Christmas tree. Modest way of life.)
The journalists walk along the stage, thinking:
1. "Maybe this is a sensation, what do you think?"
2.- I thought that Galina Ivanovna just needs to tell someone all this - for the hundred thousandth time. 1. Moreover, the end of January - and in January they broke through the blockade ... Phantom pains - in the winter cold.
Leaves. Galina Ivanovna's apartment on the stage.
Journalist's commentary (Galina Ivanovna is sitting on the stage with a letter.)
1. She still has not disassembled the tree. Below it is a letter. No, a letter to her - from the president
What does the president write, Galina Ivanovna?
GI: - He writes: “Take care of yourself” ... Oh, it's not that ... I wanted to tell you about the main thing!
1.- About the war?
G.I. - Yes, about the war ...
About something that is even more important than a letter from the president.
on the screen a photo of Leningrad
-… In June 1941 I turned 11 years old. I am the same age as Tanya Savicheva, whose blockade diaries the world read.
a- On July 17, my father went to the front. They said goodbye on the Kissing Bridge - it has such a name that many have parted there for a long time.
We wrote letters to Dad: Mom told Dad not to upset and not say how Leningrad day after day, with every degree below zero and with every reduction in the norms for the distribution of bread, is turning into a city of ghosts. And Galya wrote: "Everything is fine with us, I love you very much, dear daddy." And then she inked a corner of the checkered sheet: "I kissed this place."
By that time, we began to pick out moldy crumbs, pieces of food that Good times shoved into the cracks of the wooden table, from below, so that my mother would not see. Soon I tried laundry soap. Spit it out. The cat was gone - she felt sorry for her beloved murka. Then I began to regret not having eaten it myself.
1.- Galina Ivanovna, what about the letter to Hitler, you forgot ...
She unties the strings on the folder again. while looking for a letter ...
Reader: in front of the stage:
How to live without mom and father
Without bread, home and warmth?
All this was taken away by the war.
Didn't squish, didn't cry, didn't whine
Leningrad guys, but they lived!
The soul barely glowed in them.
Legs gave way from impotence.
The war took everything away from them ...
GI - Yes, yes ... It was written by Marina, my cousin. She was 5 years old, she was hungry, she was afraid of air raids ... Like all of us. Her mother explained to Marinochka that Hitler was to blame for everything. And then Marina decided to write to him ... This is the letter.
“Hitler, you offend us,” is written on a piece of paper torn from a notebook. - We are sitting in the corridor. We do not eat saichi. Hitler, goodbye. Marina".
Do you know what saichki are? This is such a Leningrad white bun ... The most delicious bread in the world. Marina did not die during the blockade, she is still alive. And I wanted to give her letter to a museum in St. Petersburg. They didn’t take it. They scolded. And I think: after all, the children wrote to Barmaley, and he is also a negative hero. Remember: "Dear-dear Barmaley, have mercy on us ..." It's good that now at least I told you.
About the most important thing.
bread on the screen, card
The smoker is my flashlight - make a smoker
You can't distinguish a face.
Long live the croutons!
But I only dream about him.
I am bread. I have a soul.
I am bread. And it hurts me.
The foliage falls from the birch, rustling,
And bread comes to life every day.
I hear the shards of a suffocating whistle.
I am a slice, transparent and thin.
And holds me in the palm of your hand like a leaf
Hungry blockade child.
I am bread. I have a soul.
The leader or teacher comes out in the image of those years.
Do you know how blockade bread is eaten? Not? I didn't know before either ... I'll teach you. It is necessary to put the solder in the palm of your hand and break off a tiny piece. And chew it for a long, long time, looking at the remaining bread. And break off again. And chew again. We need to eat this tiny piece as long as possible. And when all the bread is eaten, use your fingertips to collect the crumbs in the middle of your palm and press your lips to them, as if you want to kiss them ... So that not a single crumb is lost ... not a single crumb.
Song-video: Siege bread(presentation) freeze frame. or song: Bread is the head of everything
against the background of the song: bread for all the head (text in the appendix)
bread is brought into the hall on a tray; children are handed out pieces in napkins at a rate of 100g
video sequence
Young people and schoolchildren fought for victory on an equal basis with adults. Komsomol girls visited 282,000 apartments and found 70,000 helpless patients there. They were taken to hospitals. Others were looked after at home. 10 thousand children were placed in infant homes and kindergartens.
There were teenagers at the machines. To reach the machine, the teenagers stood on stands. They worked on a par with adults without rest, made shells, weapons. The city fought.
Anyone who listens to me must understand
That this is a serious matter:
A boy like you didn't want to die
And in order to receive a working ration,
He got up to the machine clumsily.
People like him were standing nearby.
But it's not just the ruin
And in brotherhood, and in honor, and in spirit.
Daniil Granin wrote: (presentation: photo Granin, blockade book)
Caring, love for her neighbors - she did miracles.
Most of the people were rescued, who saved others, who stood in lines for bread, who went to dismantle wooden houses so that there was something to heat the stoves, those who carried water helped their loved ones.
A special feeling of mutual assistance arose, which was also explained by the fact that Leningrad was a city-front.
He was part of the front. And at the front there was an obligatory rule - to help each other, to help each other out.
They also supported letters:
In the spring of forty-two
many Leningraders
wore a badge on his chest -
swallow with a letter in
A little swallow made of tin
I wore it on my chest myself.
It was a sign of good news
it meant: "I am waiting for the letter."
This sign was invented by the blockade.
We knew that only a plane
only a bird to us, to Leningrad,
from a sweet-sweet homeland will come.
(text below)
Blockade breakout footage or bombardment sounds and finale footage
We were waiting for the break of the blockade
Half a thousand days and nights
In the torment of the blockade hell,
Amid thousands and thousands of deaths.
United by common suffering
Without light, heat and food,
We lived with anticipation
Firm with one faith.
And during the day, and in the dead of nights,
In the heat and blizzard.
Well, where are you there, Volkhovites?
Press a little more!
And engraved deeply in the memory,
She has been aching with wounds since then
Popovka, Ust-Tosno, Dubrovka,
Sinyavino, Mga, Krasny Bor ...
We were waiting for the break of the blockade
Half a thousand days and nights
Catching the distant rumble of cannonade
Anxious and rejoicing at her.
In January 1943, the troops of the Leningrad and Volkhov fronts were ordered to break the blockade! video: breaking the blockade
Reader In the name of the Motherland and Duty -
To the battle! Today is our turn.
We waited in silence, waited a long time
And the word is said: "Forward"!
And, as always, near Leningrad
Simple, stern face.
Go ahead, eagles, break the blockade
Her iron ring!
For a volley, a salute thunders,
Rockets in the air hot on the screen-video: fireworks in Leningrad
Motley flowers bloom,
And Leningraders are crying quietly.
Neither calm down yet
You don't need to console people:
Their joy is too great -
Fireworks are thundering over Leningrad!
reader: splash frame
70 years have passed. More than one generation has grown up that have never known the horrors of war. But the feat accomplished by the Leningraders and defenders of Leningrad during the years of the siege will forever remain in our memory, in the names of streets and squares, in the majestic and memorial complexes of our amazing city.
The memory of generations is inextinguishable
And the memory of those whom we so sacredly honor,
Come on people, let's get up for a moment
And in sorrow we will stand and be silent
(Minute of silence) Metronome
Video O Bergolz: we can't tear ourselves away from you
the readers and the choir come out
Unbreakable - you could in dashing years
Overcome all storms and winds!
With a sea soul
Immortal like Russia
Sail, frigate, sail for Peter!
Saint Petersburg, stay forever young!
The day to come is illuminated by you.
So blossom, our beautiful city!
It is a high honor to live a common destiny
Song: St. Petersburg
Performed by the participants
Song lyrics
Oleg Kvasha - Our city Saint Petersburg
The city woke up in the morning
Translucent and light.
Thousands of glades of Petra
Washed up by rain and wind.
The bridges are in place,
Sharp spiers flashed ...
And whirled and whirled
The city of Peter's dreams.
St. Petersburg - Proud white bird.
Saint Petersburg - Bronze Tsar and Tsarina.
Saint Petersburg - Glory of the Russian capital.
This is a particle, a particle of hearts,
Our city, St. Petersburg.
Past people and cars
Along islands and canals
We are all in a hurry
Between great and small.
We love and sin here.
We believe and strive for salvation ...
From generation to generation
In the city of our soul.
Song: "Bread is the head of everything" Music - N. Kudrin, lyrics - V. Gundarev.
At the spring dawn
The air is fresh and blue.
Aged father
Moving gray hair,
Seeing him off to
First time to the fields.
You will remember, son,
Gold words -
Bread is the head of everything
Bread is the head of everything.
Remember, son,
Gold words -
Bread is the head of everything
Bread is the head of everything.
The son went, walked
In the father's footsteps,
But the war has begun -
The pain of fire and lead.
In the years of troubles and losses.
Getting the victory
The fighter carried on the ground
Father's testament:
But trouble happened -
In an unfamiliar land
He was wounded in battle
In the cold winter.
Soldering your bread
He passed on to another,
And wrote home
In a triangular letter:
At the spring dawn
The air is fresh and blue.
At the sowing season
The hum of motors and noise
At the native porch
A son deceased son
Spoke at dawn
Literary evening for the day of lifting the blockade for older preschoolers
Efimova Alla Ivanovna, teacher of GBDOU №43, Kolpino St. PetersburgDescription: The material will be of interest to educators, teachers primary grades and educators additional education... Can be used in work with older preschoolers and younger students.
Target:
- to expand the idea of children about the heroic deed of the inhabitants of besieged Leningrad during the Great Patriotic War.
Tasks:
- to enrich the knowledge of children about the heroic past of our city;
-form love to hometown, a sense of pride in the defenders of the Fatherland;
- to acquaint children with military-themed musical works;
-activate the dictionary;
- to form a sense of patriotism;
- to develop intonational expressiveness of speech when reading poetry.
Equipment and materials (hall decoration): musical equipment with audio recordings, presentation of the "Blockade of Leningrad", children's drawings on the topic, a stand with visual material about the Blockade, a vase of flowers, a model of an eternal flame.
Preliminary work:
Reading fiction on this topic;
-listening to songs and musical works of the war years;
- listening and learning poems about the besieged city;
- show of illustrations about Leningrad.
Lead 1: Again the war, again the blockade ...
Or maybe we should forget about them?
I sometimes hear:
“No need, no need to reopen the wounds.
It's true that we're tired
We are from the stories of the war.
And they leafed through the blockade
There are quite enough verses. "
And it may seem:
Right
And the words are convincing.
But even if it's true
Such a truth -
Wrong.
So that again
On earth planet
That winter did not happen again
We need,
So that our children
They remembered this. Like us!
I'm not worried in vain
So that that war is not forgotten.
After all, this memory is our conscience.
We need it as strength!
Children enter the hall to the music
Child: Someone remembers this from school,
Someone from the first stages of kindergarten ...
There is probably no family in the vast country,
Where they do not know what it means - BLOCKADA ...
About devastation and hunger, about life without embellishment,
About saving the Summer Garden ...
We breathe like air, a true story
About the harsh fate of Leningrad.
Lead 2: Leningrad! How much of this word. So many memories at once. This year marks 75 years since the ring of the blockade around the city closed. But the city did not give up.
900 hard and hungry days have come.
Lead 1: The city was bombed day and night. Everyone, young and old, both old people and children, came out to defend the city.
Child: They didn't know a breath from the explosions,
Those who could not leave.
There was a bombing day and night,
Both day and night there was shelling.
There were no flowers on the beds, potatoes grew:
The defender wanted to eat.
Educator 2: Houses were destroyed, roofs were torn off, glass was broken in many windows. The windows were covered with paper.
Child: Black windows
And explosions roar.
In a roar, burning
Peter was drowning.
Gloomy faces
And the look is extinct.
The city is dull
Gray and boring.
Lead 1: It was a very difficult time for the residents, it was winter, there was nothing to eat.
Food warehouses were destroyed. They boiled and ate whatever they found.
Child: Instead of soup - a burda of carpentry glue,
Instead of tea - brewing pine needles.
This would be nothing, only hands go numb,
Only the legs are suddenly not yours.
Only the heart suddenly contracts like a hedgehog
And dull blows will go out of place ...
Heart! You have to knock if you can't even.
Don't be silent! After all, Leningrad is on our hearts.
Beat, heart! Knock despite the fatigue
You hear: the city swears that the enemy will not pass!
... The hundredth day was burning out. As it turned out later,
There were still eight hundred ahead.
Vladimir Sorokin
The Germans immediately bombed the Badayevsky food warehouses, they burned, and we boys laughed. We did not understand what awaited us. Everything burned out: flour, butter, sugar. Then, in winter, women went there, picking out the earth, boiling it, filtering it. It turned out to be a sweet broth. From sugar.
Lead 2: Bread was handed out on ration cards, the bread norm was very small - only 125g. The bread was tasteless, sticky like paste. If you suddenly lose your card, then you will remain hungry altogether. There was nothing else except bread.
I am bread. I have a soul.
I am bread. And it hurts me.
The foliage falls from the birch, rustling,
And bread comes to life every day.
I hear the shards of a suffocating whistle.
I am a slice, transparent and thin.
And holds me in the palm of your hand like a leaf,
Hungry blockade child.
I am bread. I have a soul.
Although I am a thin slice
Approaching me, barely breathing,
Hungry childish mouth.
Big eyes. The complexion is waxy
With difficulty he raises his hand.
I am bread. And while I'm alive
I will not let the child die.
I am bread. I am alive; I do not burn in fire.
I am yours, I am rye, the closest.
And children's lips stretch to me
As if to the mother's breast.
I am bread.
I have a soul.
I am bread ...
Memoirs of residents of besieged Leningrad (read by parents)
Milyutina Zarya Aleksandrovna recalls: “The terrible winter of 1941. In the corner of the bakery is a little girl of about seven years old. People, barely keeping their feet from hunger, each and every one, passing by the girl, broke off from their meager ration a small piece of bread, five to ten grams, - although for everyone it was a piece of life. They thought that the girl would start eating it immediately, but this did not happen. She said that her mother died yesterday, and her little sister remained at home. She cries and asks for food, and this bread is for her. "
Another Tyuleva Olga Nikolaevna, recalls another case:“Once in a bakery in line for bread, I felt sick from hunger. I lost consciousness. They lifted me carefully, seated me, and put bread cards that had fallen to the floor in my hand. ”
Lead 1: There was no water in the city, the city water supply system was out of order from the bombing and the cold, and the water had to be taken from the Neva and the canals. Water was obtained with great difficulty, and in cold and cold weather people went to the Neva. It was necessary to climb the mountain with water, one thing made me happy, it was winter and the water immediately froze. The water was carried on sleds, in cans.
Child: I push the sleigh up the hill.
A little more - and the end.
Water, freezing on the road,
Has become as heavy as lead.
Sweeping thorny powder
And the wind stone a tear.
Exhausted like a horse
I'm not carrying bread, but water.
And Death itself sits on the box,
I am proud of the strange team.
It's good that you are frozen
Holy Neva water!
When I slip under the hill
On that icy path
You will not pour out of the bucket
I'll bring you home.
Lead 2: There was no warmth in the houses, it was cold. People burned everything that came to hand. In those days, people treasured and appreciated books, but they even had to burn them. With tears in their eyes, they burned furniture, books ...
Child: People were dying from cold and hunger.
Lake Ladoga helped the people.
We will forever remember the road of life,
People survived all enemies in spite.
Lead 1: The roads were smashed and bombed. It was possible to get to and from the city only along Ladoga Lake. The lake froze over and a road was laid along it, along which food and everything that the city needed was delivered to the besieged city. Children, the elderly and the wounded were taken out of the city along this road. This road was called "The Road of Life".
Many cars did not reach their destination, fell through the ice along with food and together with children.
Child: And only Ladoga saved
When it was cold.
Then "Dear Life" called
Her popular rumor.
Lead 2: It was very difficult for the children, because many were left without relatives and friends. And I had to continue to live. Leningrad boys and girls created Timurov teams. Children helped adults in the fight against the Nazis, worked on an equal basis with them.
Song: "They were only twelve, but they were Leningraders"- children sing preparatory group.
Lead 1: During this difficult time, the guys did not forget about their studies. They went to school with great desire, although it was also cold there, even the ink froze. The students sat in coats, hats, mittens ...
Many suffered from hunger fainting, many collapsed from the cold and impotence. The mortality rate was enormous, children died even in the classroom ...
Child: The girl held out her hands
And head on the edge of the table ...
At first I thought - I fell asleep,
But it turned out - she died.
Her from school on a stretcher
The guys carried it home.
There are tears in the eyelashes of friends
They disappeared and grew.
No one dropped a word.
Only hoarsely, through a blizzard dream,
The teacher squeezed out that again
Occupation - after the funeral.
Lead 2: During the years of the Blockade, it was very difficult for women. After all, they needed to raise and take care of children, to protect their family. Women also stood up for protection next to their husbands and children. And they could not do otherwise ...
The verse is read by educators
Leningradka
They will also compose such songs for you,
So they will sing about your appearance and deeds,
What are you probably going to say: - It doesn't look like it.
I am simpler, I was gloomier.
I was often scared and sad,
I was tormented by the bloody path of war,
I didn't even dream of being happy
All I wanted was to rest ...
Yes, take a break from everything in the world -
From the search for heat, shelter, food.
From pity to your exhausted children,
From the eternal foreboding of trouble,
From fear for someone who does not write to me
(Will I ever see him)
From the whistle of bombs over a defenseless roof
Take a break from courage and anger.
But I stayed in the sad city
Mistress and servant for
To save fire and its life.
And I lived through fatigue.
I even sang sometimes. She worked hard.
She shared salt and water with people.
I cried when I could. She scolded.
With my neighbor. I was raving about food.
And day after day my face darkened,
Gray hairs appeared on the temples.
But, accustomed to any business,
The hand became almost iron.
Look how tenacious and rough!
I dug ditches on the near approaches,
Hammered hard coffins
And she bandaged wounds to small children ...
And these days are not in vain
Their lead sediment is indestructible:
The very sadness, the very war looks
With cognizant eyes of Leningrad women.
Why did you portray me
So brave and so beautiful
Like a woman in her prime
With a proud and clear smile?
But, without accepting the harsh reproaches,
The artist will say with pride, with joy:
- Because you are love and life itself,
Fearlessness and glory to Leningrad!
March 8, 1942.
Olga Bergolts.
Lead 1: I invite everyone to stand up and observe a minute of silence in memory of everyone who died in those difficult times.
A minute of silence accompanied by the sound of the Leningrad metronome.
Child: Under the rustle of the lowered banners
Children and soldiers lie side by side.
There are no names on Piskarev's slabs,
There are only dates on the Piskarev plates.
Forty-first year ...
Forty-second year ...
Half the city lies damp in the ground. (Volt Suslov)
Child: Piskarevskie slabs - sacred granite
With a million unlived lives ...
Names, like a banner on the body, keeps
As an oath of allegiance to the Fatherland.
Seventy years since that cruel time
But the wounds will not heal soon ...
Every year, releasing balloons to heaven,
I bow down to you, VETERANS!
Lead 1: It is impossible not to note the feat of the girl Tanya Savicheva. Tanya was the same girl as you, she studied, helped her parents. And during the war, she kept a diary, in which she wrote down the dates of the death of her relatives.
Tanya Savicheva died on July 1, 1944 at the age of 14 and a half from intestinal tuberculosis.
Child: On the banks of the Neva,
In a museum building,
A very modest diary is kept.
He wrote
Savicheva Tanya.
He attracts everyone who comes.
Before him are the villagers, the townspeople,
From the old man -
To the naive kid.
And the written essence of the content,
Overwhelms
Souls and hearts.
Child: This is for all living
for edification,
So that everyone understands the essence of phenomena, -
Time,
Uplifts
The image of Tanya,
And her authentic diary.
Over any diaries in the world
He rises like a star from the hand.
And they say about the heat of life
Forty-two holy lines.
Child: Each word contains the capacity of a telegram,
The depth of the subtext
The key to human destiny
Light of the soul, simple and multifaceted,
And almost silence about myself ...
This is a death sentence for murderers
In the silence of the Nuremberg court.
This is the pain that swirls.
This is the heart that flies here ...
Time lengthens the distance
Between all of us and you.
Child: Stand before the world
Savicheva Tanya,
From his
An unthinkable fate!
Let from generation to generation
Relay
She walks
Let him live without knowing aging,
And reads
About our times!
Educator 2: In the Vsevolozhsk District of the Leningrad Region, a memorial complex “Flower of Life” was created, which includes the funeral mound “Tanya Savicheva's Diary”.