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Музыка (   Звучит марш «Прощание славянки» )

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Сергей Михалков «Быль для детей». 

 -  Эту быль пишу я детям…                                                                                Летней ночью, на рассвете,                                                                           Гитлер дал войскам приказ                                                                                                          И послал солдат немецких                                                                              Против всех людей советских -                                                                                Это значит – против нас.                                                                                           Он хотел людей свободных                                                                        Превратить в рабов голодных,                                                                                Навсегда лишить всего.                                                                                                        А упорных и восставших,                                                                                      На колени не упавших,                                                                                                      Истребить до одного!                                                                                                                                          Он велел, чтоб разгромили,                                                                                        Растоптали и сожгли                                                                                                                    Всё, что дружно мы хранили,                                                                            Пуще глаза берегли.                                                                                             Чтобы мы нужду терпели,                                                                                                             Наших песен петь не смели                                                                                                                                         Возле дома своего,                                                                                                                                                                             Чтобы было всё для немцев,                                                                                                         Для фашистов-иноземцев,                                                                                                              А для русских и для прочих,                                                                                                                                 Для крестьян и для рабочих -                                                                                                  Ничего!                                                                                                                         - Нет! – сказали мы фашистам. -                                                                                                Не потерпит наш народ,                                                                                                        Чтобы русский хлеб душистый                                                                                                      Назывался словом «брот».                                                                                              Мы живём в стране Советской,                                                                                     Признаём язык немецкий,                                                                                                             Итальянский, датский, шведский                                                                                                               И турецкий признаём,                                                                                                                                     И английский, и французский,                                                                                                  Но в родном краю по-русски                                                                                                                 Пишем, думаем, поём.                                                                                       Мы тогда лишь вольно дышим,                                                                           Если речь родную слышим,                                                                                                                 Речь на русском языке,                                                                                               И в своей столице древней,                                                                                                               И в посёлке, и в деревне,                                                                                                                         И от дома вдалеке.                                                                                              Где найдётся в мире сила,                                                                                                                                              Чтобы нас она сломила,                                                                                                                                Под ярмом согнула нас                                                                                                                  В тех краях, где в дни победы                                                                                                                                                                                   Наши прадеды и деды                                                                                                       Пировали столько раз?                                                                                           И от моря и до моря                                                                                       Поднялись большевики ,                                                                                       И от моря о до моря                                                                                                                                      Встали русские полки.                                                                                  Встали с русскими едины,                                                                                                                            Белорусы, латыши,                                                                                          Люди вольной Украины,                                                                                                                                                                 И армяне, и грузины,                                                                                                                        Молдаване, чуваши -                                                                                                                   Все советские народы                                                                                                    Против общего врага,                                                                                                                            Все, кому мила свобода                                                                                         И Россия дорога!                                                                                                        И когда Россия встала                                                                                                                                     В этот трудный, грозный час,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    «Всё – на фронт!» - Москва сказала.                                                                       «Всё дадим!» - сказал Кузбас.                                                                                                                                          «Никогда, - сказали горы, -                                                                                              Не бывал Урал в долгу!» -                                                                                                                «Хватит нефти для моторов,                                                                                               Помогу!» - сказал Баку.                                                                                            «Я богатствами владею,                                                                                                                                          Их не счесть, хоть век считай!                                                                                                                       Ничего не пожалею!» -                                                                                        Так откликнулся Алтай.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               «Мы оставшихся без крова                                                                                    В дом к себе принять готовы,                                                                                        Будет кров сиротам дан!» -                                                                                                                                                       Обездоленных встречая,                                                                                         Казахстану отвечая,                                                                                                          Поклялся Узбекистан.                                                                                                                              «Будет каждый верный воин                                                                                                                        И накормлен и напоен,                                                                                                     Всей страной обут, одет».                                                                                       «Всё – на фронт!»  – Москва сказала.                                                                                   «Всё! – страна ей отвечала. -                                                                                                         Всё  - для будущих побед!»                                                                                   

 (Тихо звучит мелодия «Вставай, страна огромная…»  )  

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  - Ах, война, что ж ты сделала, подлая?                                                                    Стали тихими наши дворы.                                                                                        Наши мальчики головы подняли,                                                                      Повзрослели они до поры.                                                                                                                    На пороге едва помаячили                                                                                                     И ушли за солдатом солдат.                                                                                   До свидания, мальчики, мальчики,                                                                                                                         Постарайтесь вернуться назад.                                                                                                                                                         (Музыка звучит громче. Потом стихает. Входят мальчики в плащ-палатках) 

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-  Мы по дорогам пыльным с боем шли.                                                                      От бомб земля дрожала, как живая.                                                                                                                                                      Мы каждый метр своей родной земли                                                                                                                              Отстаивали, кровью поливая.

Когда от бомб, казалось, мир оглох                                                                                                                                              И друг мой пал из нашей роты первым,                                                                                                                                                           Я знал: нужны не слёзы и не вздох,                                                                                                                А мой свинец, мой шаг вперёд и нервы.

Мне смерть страшна, но в битвах не робел,                                                                                                                                                               В атаку шёл – других не гнулся ниже,                                                                                                                                       Шёл смело в бой не потому, что смел,                                                                                                                                           А потому, что трусость ненавижу.

Свинцовая метелица мела,                                                                                                                                                                         Рвались снаряды, мины завывали.                                                                                                                                                                                          И песня нашей спутницей была.                                                                                                                        В бою. В походе. На ночном привале.

(Песня «На солнечной поляночке» из к/ф «Ах, война, что ты сделала, подлая…» )                                                           

Инсценировка. Дети размещаются по всему залу (связист, медсестра, моряк, лётчик, автоматчик).

Связист (надевает наушники ):                                                                                                  Алло, Юпитер!? Я – Алмаз!                                                                                                                                                             Почти совсем не слышу вас….                                                                                                                          Мы с боем заняли село,                                                                                                               А как у вас? Алло! Алло!                                                                                                                                                                                       Медсестра (перевязывает раненого):                                                                                                                                                              Что вы ревёте, как медведь?                                                                                                                   Пустяк осталось потерпеть.                                                                                                          И рана ваша так легка,                                                                                                   Что заживёт наверняка.

 Моряк   (смотрит в бинокль):                                                                                        На горизонте самолёт,                                                                                                             По курсу – полный ход, вперёд!                                                                              Готовься к бою, экипаж!                                                                                                                 Отставить! Истребитель наш!                                                                                                                                    Лётчик (над картой):                                                                                                                                                       Пехота – здесь, а танки – тут.                                                                                                                                                                     Лететь до цели семь минут.                                                                                                         Понятен боевой приказ,                                                                                        Противник не уйдёт от нас.

Автоматчик:                                                                                                                                                                                 Вот я забрался на чердак.                                                                                           Быть может, здесь таится враг.                                                                                                                                                                     За домом очищаем дом,                                                                                              Врага повсюду мы найдём.

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- Когда-то русские солдаты                                                                        Остановились отдохнуть,                                                                                        Сложив на землю автоматы,                                                                                                     Чтобы немного пыль стряхнуть.                                                                                             Я знаю их живых героев,                                                                               Великороссов боевых,                                                                                                         Перед сражением – весёлых,                                                                                                         С гармонью, пляской, молодых.                                                                                                                                        «Нам завтра в бой, - они сказали, -                                                                                      Мы не боимся умирать.                                                                                                         Перед народом клятву дали,                                                                                      Чтобы Отчизну отстоять…»

Танец: «Катюша» 

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- Сквозь  кровь и пот, через огонь и воду,                                                                               Сквозь дым пожарищ, через трупный смрад,                                                                                    Отстаивая право на свободу,                                                                                               К победе шёл, Россия, твой солдат!                                                                                                   И не сломила, сердце не сгубила,                                                                                                               И душу не растлила нам война.                                                                                                         Видать, нечеловеческая сила                                                                                              Ему, солдату, русскому дана.

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- Мы помнить, мгновенья войны обещаем                                                                                                                           И головы скорбно склоняем                                                                                                                                                                                                 Перед всеми: кто мёртв и кто жив,                                                                                         Кто, подвиг свой ратный свершив,                                                                                                                                  Жить в мире потомкам навек завещал                                                                          И жизнь без раздумья за это отдал!

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- Неугасима память поколения                                                                                         И память тех, кого так свято чтим,                                                                    Давайте, люди,  встанем на мгновенье                                                                                                                                                                   И в скорби постоим и помолчим…      

                  МИНУТА МОЛЧАНИЯ  (Звучит музыка, горит свеча…)

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 - В девятый день ликующего мая,                                                                          Когда легла на землю тишина,                                                                                                                          Промчалась весть от края и до края.                                                                                                                                           Мир победил! Окончена война!                                                                                                                                    Уже нигде не затемняли света                                                                                                                           В продымленной Европе города.                                                                                                      Ценою крови куплена Победа,                                                                                                                Пусть это помнит шар земной всегда!                                                                                                              - Ради счастья и жизни на свете,                                                                                        Ради воинов, павших тогда,                                                                                                             Да не будет войны на планете.                                                                                     Никогда! Никогда! Никогда! (Дети хором)

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- Прошла война, прошла страда,                                                                                                                            Но боль взывает к людям:                                                                                                           Давайте, люди, никогда                                                                                                         Об этом не забудем.                                                                                                     Пусть память верную о ней                                                                                                 Хранят, об этой муке,                                                                                                         И дети нынешних детей,                                                                                                   И наших внуков внуки.

Инсценировка. Сергей Михалков «Служу Советскому Союзу»

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- Мы – дети свободной и мирной страны,                                                                                                                                                                  Народ наш великий не хочет войны.                                                                                  И матери наши, и наши отцы -                                                                                             За мир, за свободу, за счастье борцы.

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- Мы учимся в школе,                                                                                                 Растим тополя,                                                                                                                              Мы любим походы в леса и поля.                                                                                                                                Нам в жизни открыты любые пути,                                                                                                                                       Под небом спокойным хотим мы расти.

( Музыка: А. Островского, слова: Л. Ошанина Песня: «Солнечный круг» .

Дети исполняют хором)