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Behind the village at dawn, where there is light from the birches,
I asked Russia: “Where do you get your strength?”
Where do you get your courage and your beauty?
Nightingale dawns, blue rivers purity?

Where the sky is clear, where the rye is swaying,
I asked Russia: “Where do you get your happiness?”
Where do you get a smile and calm sadness,
Tell me, tell me, Sun-faced Rus'?

On the edge of the edge, in the blue silence
Outside the village, at dawn, I suddenly heard
In the quiet rustle of the field, in the light ringing of branches:
-Yes, from our beloved, dear mothers!

I returned home and asked my mother:
- “Where do you get, dear, so much vitality?”
Mom thought, straightening her scarf,
And she answered quietly: “Russia, son.”

Every last two lines of the verses are repeated.

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Class hour "The land of the fathers is my land" (Toabout Statehood Day and the 380th anniversary of Yakutia joining Russia)

Target : to form an idea of ​​historically significant events in the life of the Yakuts

form mental operations;

develop attention, memory, speech, logical thinking, competence;

develop communication skills and cognitive interest.

Behind the village, at dawn, where there is light from the birches,

I asked Russia: “Where do you get your strength?”

Where do you get your courage and your beauty?

Nightingale dawns, blue rivers purity?

I asked Russia: “Where do you get happiness?”

“Where do you get a smile and calm sadness,

Tell me, tell me, sun-faced Rus'!”

“We are bequeathed to love our Motherland

And my heart reaches out to her from everywhere,

Do not break the connecting thread,

And sometimes we need to look back.”

Guys, every state has an anthem, coat of arms, flag (display).

Our Motherland is Russia! Our small homeland is Yakutia!

White color -

blue -

What other state symbols of Yakutia do you know?

What rules must be followed when listening to the anthem?

How do you feel when you hear the anthem? (Feeling proud...)

Now let's play a game.

Game “What will you give to your native land”

Children are divided into pairs, join hands and stand in a chain one after another. One person is the driver. The first couple turns to him with the words: “If you want to be with me, what will you give to your native Earth?”

The driver must say what he will do for the Motherland when he grows up, for example: I will plant a garden, build beautiful houses, etc. After his answer, everyone raises their hands, and the child passes under the raised hands. Along the way, he chooses someone from any pair and leads him along. At the end of the chain they form a new pair. The one who is left without a pair comes to the beginning of the chain, and the game continues. If there is an even number of children in the class, there are two.

Children take their seats

"The most necessary thing"

Once upon a time there lived a just and wise king in one of the countries of the East. And he had three sons. But the king grew old and decided to transfer his kingdom to the one of his sons who would be the most capable for the difficult task. He called his sons and said:

My dear sons! You see that your father can no longer rule the country. I would have abdicated the throne long ago if only my cherished dream had come true, which does not give me peace. So I came up with an idea: the one of you who can fulfill my dream will rule the kingdom.

Long live our dear father, his will is sacred to us! What kind of dream is this that our wise parent could not fulfill?

Do you see that huge, spacious storage facility I built a long time ago? I dreamed of filling it with the most necessary things in the world, which would bring happiness to all my people. The storage facility is currently empty. And the one of you who fills it with the most necessary thing in the world, let him inherit my throne. Take from my treasures as much as you wish, and go each on your own from city to city, from country to country, find the most necessary thing and fill my storehouse. I give you three times forty days.

The sons kissed their father's hand and set off. Three times, forty days each, they walked and traveled from city to city, from country to country, they saw strange people, they saw enough of unknown customs, and on the appointed day they appeared and appeared before their father.

Welcome, my dear sons! So, how did you find that very thing you need in the world?

Yes, we found it, our dear father! - the sons answered the king. And the father immediately led them to the door of the storehouse. And all the courtiers gathered there, apparently and invisibly to the people. The king opened the door and called his eldest son.

It's easier to believe and love there,

Dream, be yourself,

They will forgive you there and understand

And they won’t blame you for anything.

SCENARIO of the Patriotic Song Festival

“Russia begins with you”

Target: introducing children to the heroic past and present of their country through the performance of patriotic songs.
Tasks: nurturing a sense of patriotism, love for the Motherland, a desire to defend it, respect for the memory of those who died on the battlefields and living veterans.
Equipment: musical equipment; backing tracks of songs used in the script

unique destiny.

Victor Bokov

Song “I asked Russia”, poems by N. Yakunin

(slides in the background of the song)

Behind the village, at dawn,

Where there is light from the birches,

I asked Russia:

“Where do you get your strength?

Where do you get your courage?

And your beauty

Nightingale dawns,

The purity of blue rivers?

Behind the village, at dawn,

Where the rye sways,

I asked Russia:

“Where do you get happiness?

Where do you get your smile?

Where is the calm sadness?

Tell me, tell me

Sun-faced Rus'."

On the edge of the edge

In blue silence

Behind the village, at dawn,

Suddenly I heard

In the quiet rustle of the fields,

Light ringing of branches:

"Yes from our loved ones,

Dear mothers."

I returned home

And he asked his mother:

“Where did you get it, dear,

So much vitality?

Mom thought

Straightening the scarf

And she answered quietly:

“In Russia, son.”

The chime of bells

Leading: Oh, you are my Rus' - a tender song, my boundless side!

Bells of centuries, bells ringing,

Daisies in the field, white-trunked birches,

weeping willows and

ruddy clover, bluish flax,

And the sun shines, a little guilty.

Dance with wreaths

Leading: In ancient times, Russia was called Russia.

Ved . Here are the golden-winged angels of God

They came down from the clouds along the rays of light.

And they watered the land with holy water

And the blue expanse was overshadowed with a cross.

And we have no homeland except Russia -

Here is mother, here is the temple, here is the father’s house.

Leading : Rus' is a bright place. This is a country of light, sun, kind people. But Russians were also called Rosses. Hence the word “Russians”, and the country – Russia.

Presenters: Russia! Russia! Russia!

1 reader: Huge and beautiful

Reader 2: Proud and resilient

Reader 3: Tender and desirable,

Reader 4: My promised land!

Reader 5: And in your mountains there is mighty power!

Reader 6: In the rivers there is hidden an ebullient aspiration!

Presenter: And in the fields there is a soul, it is not wider,
Well, in each of us - your heart beats, Rus'.

1 reader: And it is impossible to understand - incomprehensible,

Reader 2: And it is impossible to embrace - the immensity.

Reader 3: Through storms of passion, through time
We believe only in you - Russia!

4 reader No one is dearer than you, no one is wiser than you
You are the only one with us - our Motherland!

Reader 5: And it has always been like this!

Reader 6: And it will always be like this!

Together: So live, you are Russia,
At all times!

Your future is in the new generation,
Similar to each other and different in many ways.
And we know that power has been given to them.
To burn ourselves and light up others!
So that our childhood sings like a song.

We are the new Russian generation!
We will paint this world with colors,
And the songs will give us inspiration!
Let our youth strive forward!
We are the new Russian generation!

We are patriots, we are children of Russia
We live in peace and are proud of the country
There are many of us, and we are all one,
And every hero is not forgotten by us.

The Gagarin anthem sounds.

Ved.: Attention! Under the banner of the regional children's public organization “Continent of Romance”, stand at attention! Bring out the banner!

Ved: Russia begins with addiction

To work, to patience, to truth, to kindness.

That's where her star lies. She's beautiful!

It burns and shines in the dark.

Hence all her big deeds, her

unique destiny.

And if you are involved in it - Russia

It doesn’t start from the mountains, but from you!

Leading: Good afternoon dear friends! We welcome festival participants!

Ved. We are glad to see you in this hall at the regional patriotic song festival

"Russia begins with you." And let me add one more title: “I remember! I'm proud!"

Leading . Russia! You come into my life with the tender palm of your mother,

the dark blue, transparent and clear sky above, the endless, ringing horizons...

Leading Russia! You are entering the world of people, mysterious and majestic, tormented by wars, enmity, and various trials, like no other land...

Leading Russia! You cannot be trampled, humiliated, or wiped off the face of the earth. You are like a rare bell cast by the talented hand of a master: they beat and beat it, and in response it gives birth to sounds, one more beautiful than the other...

Leading And the soul sings, and it contracts in pain for that great and bright thing that is heard in this divine chime, whose name is Russia, Motherland, Fatherland!

Ved . We cannot imagine ourselves without Russia.
We live with her by the same fate.
And we breathe in faith and strength,
From the earth, forever dear to us.
From the land beyond oblivion,
Our songs contain both joy and sadness.
And we owe inspiration
Only for you, our mother Rus'.

We were born to live joyfully,

To give flowers and smiles to each other.

For grief to disappear, trouble disappears.

May the bright sun always shine

The youngest participants of the festival are on stage

“Don’t drop the ball” d/s “Filippok” (dance)

Presentation

Leading Russia is a country of good people. But how many wars befell her! War... How much this word says. War - the suffering of mothers, hundreds of dead soldiers, hundreds of orphans and families without fathers, terrible memories of people. And we, who have not seen the war, are not laughing.

We are responsible for this world, for everything that happens and will happen in it. We love our land - a hard-fought, rebuilt, multinational, proud land.

Ved. Russia, you are a sacred power,
Blessing, believing and loving,
We are for you - by duty and by right,
And out of love - we fight for you.
Ved. To silence the roar of guns everywhere,
So that bread and salt are on the table,
Just to make people happy
On the reclaimed land!!!

Ved. I would start the story with a song,
With the one that sounded on all fronts...
In the cold, in the cold how many times
This song warmed everyone in the dugouts.
If there is a song, it means a friend is nearby,
This means that death will retreat, fear...
And it seemed there was no war around,
If the song is spinning above you!

Ved. Indeed, during this or that war, in a terrible and difficult time for everyone, there was always a song with a person - a song both in grief and in joy.
The song expresses our feelings, thoughts, character and destinies...
Leading

How many wars have swept across Russia. And how short were the peaceful respites.

Leading

“From the heroes of bygone times” on stage 1 B grade of the Ugran secondary school

Leading

During the war years, millions of soldiers found themselves cut off from their home and family. In separation, the feeling of love for one’s family and friends intensified.

Home, mother, beloved girl, wife - all this is sacred for a soldier. This became a part of the homeland that he defended. The words of war songs whispered to him about this Motherland.

"Blue Handkerchief" d\s "Katyusha"

Ved. There was so much silence in the world

An hour before the onset of war...

Who had dreams about an approaching battle?

There was so much silence in the world,

That I only dreamed about happiness involuntarily.

A song is sung by girls of the 10th grade of the Ugra Secondary School

"Scarlet sunsets."

Ved: Fighting, dusty roads,

They took us to mortal combat,

And few managed to return,

Sing a song in memory of those who have passed away!

On our stage, class 1A of the Ugran secondary school “Song of the Front-line Driver”
Leading:

And the memory will tremble,

Having performed a miracle,

Present it as if in the palm of your hand,

Distant, forgotten years...

“Military Waltz” performed by Petrova Alexandra, 10th grade student Ugranska

high school

Presenter 2: How many songs about love, separation, and fidelity were created during the war years. They were sung by fighters in dugouts, in the forest, around the fire, they made you feel warmer,

The song “Ogonyok” is performed by class 5A of the Ugra High School

Presenter 2: Songs are like people: everyone has their own destiny, their own biography. Some die as soon as they are born, without disturbing anyone. Others will flash brightly, but will fade away very quickly. And only a few live long and do not grow old. That is why these few are dear to us, so different and dissimilar, close and distant.

Song "Zemlyanka" students of grade 6 B at Ugra Secondary School

Ved.

You can live without food for a day.

More is possible, but sometimes

In a one-minute war

You can't live without a joke.

Dance "Yablochko" performed by students of Vyoshkovsky primary school

Memory has its own indelible score:
Every fallen person is alive if he lives in his heart.
Through time we hear the roar of those days
These terrible wars remember our guys.

Pupils of the 4th grade of the Ugra Secondary School perform the song “Muscovites”

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.
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...

9th grade students are invited to the stage with the composition “Oh, those clouds in blue.”

We won't forget, we won't forget
The attacks are fierce
Near an unfamiliar village,
At an unnamed height.

(The song “At a Nameless Height” is performed by the teacher Voskhodskoy secondary school Shishigin Vladimir Yurievich

Ved.:

The calendar leads dispassionately
Round dates count.
May, 2013...
May – 2014...
May-2015...
...a new century is flowing.
On his indefinite watch, without closing his eyelashes,
Again the BRONZE SOLDIER hears the birds singing.
Since 1945 he has considered spring to be spring.

The bronze heart knows the truth about the war.

And the soldier’s chest beats on us year after year
tireless alarm call...
and the people flow
an endless stream to BE TOGETHER,
stand shoulder to shoulder with Alyosha, so as not to FORGET...
Precious moments - peaceful SILENCE.
And the beating of living hearts in silence is HEARD...

The song “Alyosha” performed by a student of the Poldnevskaya Basic School

Ved: Probably, the time will never come when it will be possible to say: enough, enough, everything has already been said about the war.

Ved. It is never possible to say everything, because there is no measure of the tragedy of the war, there is no measure of the heroism of the people shown in it, there is no measure of bitterness and suffering.

Wherever your sons are not, Russia!

They fought to defeat evil

In the Patriotic War, how many were mowed down,

How many died in the Afghan war?

Burn the candle of memory, don’t go out,

Don't let the darkness come.

Don't let the living forget all those

Deaths in the war

A song is sung by students of grade 6 A of the Ugra Secondary School

"White Birds"

Ved. Let's save this whole wonderful world

With cornflower growing at dawn,

With a bird and the kindest song

And let's give this to our children.

Ved.: Children of their children, and grandchildren of grandchildren

Ved, We won’t allow it, we won’t give it to someone

Blow up the world

Together: May it last forever!

“Stork on the Roof” student of Vskhod Secondary School

Ved . To work on a peaceful planet

Not knowing about the days at the front

And especially the children were happy -

Flowers of vast Russia.

Ved . For a peaceful dawn rising over the planet,

For faith in today!

For happiness, for a childhood without tears and anxiety.

Because the roads are all open for us

Thank you great-grandfathers,

Low bow.

“Great-grandfather” students of grade 4 B of Ugran secondary school

Ved. Becoming a true, devoted defender of the Fatherland is a responsible act of a strong person. Sometimes, from early childhood, boys dream of becoming pilots, paratroopers, sailors in the future, and when they are still very young they say, “Mom, I will definitely be a soldier...”.

Ved. We wish you never to experience the horrors of war and to prove your loyalty to your power only in the peaceful field!
We are confident that the students of our district will be worthy defenders of our Motherland.
And they will prove that our Motherland has been and remains the greatest Power!

Song “Serve Russia” Boys of grade 5 B at Ugra Secondary School

Ved. Russian army, people's army,

Valiant strength, noble heart.

We are confident in you, we are proud of you,

The army is a mighty labor power.

Through the years you've passed

She brought peace to the peoples.

More than once your homeland

You survived in battle.

“The army is coming” student of Veshkovskaya primary school

We will take any milestones,
No matter how harsh everyday life is.
Just say one word -
And we are ready to undertake the feat.
There is a reserve of courage in every heart,
And today, as in years past,
You can definitely count on us,
You can definitely count on us,
We are your privates, Russia

“Russian guy”, this is the name of the song performed by an 11th grade student at Znamenskaya Secondary School

Ved: Presenter 2.
Stop the wars on Earth!
Dear boys and girls,
Teach adults to live peacefully.
Children's beautiful hands,
Presenter 1.
Take a seat at the helm!
Our Earth ship.

The horrors will go away during the war,
All the misfortunes, troubles and fear.

People will become cleaner and kinder.

Children! We count on you!

A song is sung by students of Veshkovo Primary School"A day without a shot."

Keep the fire of your home

And don’t covet other people’s fires -

Our ancestors lived by this law.

Keep the fire of your home!

Take care of Russia, there is no other Russia!

HOSTS(Together)

The dawn rises, bright and hot.
And it will be so forever and indestructibly.
Russia did not begin with a sword,
And that’s why she’s invincible!

"Star of Russia" (presentation) performed by students of Veshkovsky primary school

Put your hands on your belt now!

Gently swing left and right.

Now let's wave over ourselves,

Our hands will fly like a dove of peace,

Our planet does not need wars.

Children and adults only need

World! World! World!

I, in turn, would like to sincerely thank all of you, dear festival participants, for your wonderful performance, and you, dear spectators, for your support and warm applause! I wish you health, happiness, and all earthly blessings!

Take care of Russia, we cannot live without it.
Take care of it so that it will last forever
Our truth and strength, our proud destiny.
Take care of Russia, there is no Russia friend

Always, during the war, the main thing for mothers, brides, wives and children was to wait for their defenders of the Fatherland. And they waited, hoped and believed until the last moment.

Lyrics of the song "Dugout"

The fire is beating in the small stove,
There is resin on the logs, like a tear.
And the accordion sings to me in the dugout
About your smile and eyes.

The bushes whispered to me about you
In snow-white fields near Moscow.
I want you to hear
How my living voice yearns.
I want you to hear
How my living voice yearns.

You're 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.

Sing, harmonica, in spite of the blizzard,
Call lost happiness.

From your unquenchable love.
I feel warm in a cold dugout
From your unquenchable love.

(lose)

Sing, harmonica, in spite of the blizzard,
Call lost happiness.
I feel warm in a cold dugout
From your unquenchable love.
I feel warm in a cold dugout
From your unquenchable love.

Lyrics of the song "Katyusha"

Apple and pear trees bloomed,
Fogs floated over the river.
Katyusha came ashore,
On a high bank on a steep one.

The song came out and started
About the steppe gray eagle,
About the one I loved
About the one whose letters I was saving.

Oh, you song, a girl's song,
You fly after the clear sun
And to the fighter on the far border
Say hello from Katyusha.

Let him remember a simple girl,
Let him hear her sing
Let him take care of his native land,
And Katyusha will save love.

Apple and pear trees bloomed,
Fogs floated over the river.
Katyusha came ashore,
On a high bank on a steep...

Lyrics of the song “Victory Day”

Victory Day, how far it was from us,
Like a coal melting in an extinguished fire.
There were miles, burnt, in dust, -

Chorus;
This Victory Day
It smelled like gunpowder.
This is a holiday
With gray hair at the temples.
This is joy
With tears in his eyes.
Victory Day!
Victory Day!
Victory Day!

Days and nights at open-hearth furnaces
Our Motherland did not close its eyes.
Days and nights they fought a difficult battle, -
We brought this day closer as best we could.

Hello, mom, not all of us have returned.
I wish I could run barefoot through the dew!
We walked half of Europe, half the earth,
We brought this day closer as best we could.

Chorus.

Lyrics of the song "Come on"

Gray clouds
The sky is overcast
Guitar nerves
Stringed.
The rain is drumming
From morning until evening,
Time frozen
Seems like an eternity.
We are advancing
In all directions,
Tanks, infantry,
Artillery fire.
They're killing us
But we survive
And again on the attack
We abandon ourselves.

Come on for life
Come on, brother, to the end.
Come on for those
Who was with us then?
Come on for life
War be damned.
Let's remember those
Who was with us then?

The sky is above us
Leaden clouds
creeps low
Torn fogs,
I want to believe,
That it's all over now
If only I could survive
My comrade is wounded.
Be patient, brother.
Don't die yet
Will you still live
Happily ever after.
We'll be at the wedding
We'll dance to yours
Will you be in the sky
Drop the kids off.

Come on for life
Hold on, brother, until the end.
Come on for those
Who is waiting for you at home?
Come on for life
War be damned.
Come on for those
Who's waiting at home...

Come for them, come for us,
And for Siberia and the Caucasus.
For the light of distant cities
And for friends and for love.
Come for you, come for us.
And for the landing, and for the special forces,
For military orders
Let's pick it up, old man.

In the old album
I found photos.
My grandfather, he was
Commander of the Red Army,
Made it as a keepsake
Berlin '45
A bygone century
Memories.
The smell of grass
At dawn, unmown,
The groans of the earth
Plowed open from bombings,
Pair of soldiers
Boot trampled
New wars,
Old wars.

Let's get to life...
Let's go for those...
Let's get to life...
Let's remember those
Who was with us?

Lyrics of the song “Russia, Russia – you are my star”

Khokhloma, Volga reach,
The expanse of fields, the weeping of birches.
It's you, my Motherland,
It's you, Russia.

Domes, sky high.
Our life is for you.
It is you, my Motherland.
There is nothing more beautiful in the world.

Cranes, poplars
Bread and salt, the face of the Kremlin
It's you, my Motherland
It's you, Russia

Children's laughter and dancing.
The kindness of blue eyes.
It is you, my Motherland.
There is nothing more beautiful in the world.

Russia, Russia - you are my star
Russia, Russia - you are my destiny
Russia, Russia - I will repeat again
Russia, Russia - you are my love!

Presenter 1. It's scary to think that war might start
What happened is past, but evil people
A wild beast sleeps in their souls for a long time.
The twentieth century. It seemed there would be no wars,
But blood is shed, as before and now.
Presenter 2. And although these wars were called local, they are the same tears, blood and pain of mothers. Afghanistan, Chechnya - these words ring with pain in our souls. With the song “Come on!” 11th grade duet on stage.

Presenter 1.“We, people, are truly responsible for this world, for everything that happens and will happen in it. We love our land - a hard-fought, rebuilt, multinational, proud land,” wrote the poet R. Rozhdestvensky
Presenter 2. Children of the World, join hands!
You can hug the globe.
Stop the wars on Earth!
The world is subject to children's voices.
Dear boys and girls,
Teach adults to live peacefully.
Children's beautiful hands,
Try to save our world.
Presenter 1. Our children, be brave!
Take a seat at the helm!
You will become a team as you grow up,
Our Earth ship.
He will float on the waves of the universe,
Happiness, illuminating everything around.
The horrors will go away during the war,
All the misfortunes, troubles and fear.
The world will become better and brighter,
In the colors of cute children's eyes,
People will become cleaner and kinder.
Children! We count on you!
Song "Star of Russia"

Class hour on the topic: “Conversation with the Motherland”

I asked Russia: “Where do you get happiness?

Target: promoting the formation of views and beliefs consistent with a patriotic personality.

Tasks:

Strengthening the patriotic qualities of the individual Expanding the horizons of students Creating conditions for analysis and synthesis of the situation based on personal life experience. Increasing interest in the history of the Fatherland Development of the emotional sphere.

Technical equipment: media projector, computer.

Presentation.

Decor: the tables are arranged in a semicircle, and the landscape of the expanses of Russia is projected onto the screen. (Slide No. 1)

I. Teacher's word.

Love for the Motherland is the most important feeling for every person. We call it homeland because we were born in it, they speak our native language in it, and everything in it is native to us, our fathers and grandfathers lived in it, it fed us with its bread, gave us drink with its waters, taught us its language, how Mother, she protects and protects us from all adversity and enemies. You've probably heard the expression: “The Motherland is the mother.” Every person treats his mother with tenderness, love and care, loves to talk with her, ask questions, listens to her advice. And today, I invite you to imagine that we are talking with the Motherland, and find out what worries her, what makes her happy, what does she dream about?

Before we start our conversation with Motherland, let's talk to you about what else is included in the concept of Motherland. First, let's listen to the song “Where does the Motherland begin?” Listen carefully to the words of the song, each of you has a sheet of paper on your desk with a yellow circle pasted on it, on which the word Motherland is written, and white petals lie next to it, write on each petal the key words from the song that are included in the concept of Motherland. Now think about what the Motherland means to each of you? Write these words on the remaining petals.

(Students express opinions on what else is included in the concept of Motherland, make a daisy).

II. "Conversation with the Motherland"

A) The teacher reads the epigraph for the lesson: Behind the village, at dawn, where there is light from the birches,

I asked Russia: “Where do you get your strength?”

Where do you get your courage and your beauty?

Nightingale dawns, blue rivers purity?

Behind the village, at dawn, where the rye sways,

I asked Russia: “Where is your happiness?

are you taking it?

Where do you get a smile and calm sadness?

Tell me, tell me, sun-faced Rus'!”

What is the poet asking the Motherland? What would you like to ask your Motherland?

Children should imagine that they are talking to their Motherland. Assignment: come up with a question for the Motherland. (students come up with questions and write them down on pieces of paper). Now let's try to answer some of the questions you created. To do this, let's put your questions in the box and take out the question. Now let’s answer it (2-3 questions with group discussion). Let’s put all your questions in a book, which we’ll call “a conversation with the Motherland.” Let's leave a blank sheet for the answer.

And I would like to ask the Motherland the following questions. Let's try to answer them: 1 . What is the Motherland sad about? (slide)

2. What or who should Russia be proud of? (slide)

3. How does the Motherland want to see its children? (slide)

II. The game “What will you give to your native Earth?”

Children are divided into pairs, join hands and stand in a chain one after another. One person is the driver. The first couple turns to him with the words: “If you want to be with me, what will you give to your native Earth?”

The driver must say what he will do for the Motherland when he grows up, for example: I will plant a garden, I will build beautiful houses, etc. After his answer, everyone raises their hands, and the child passes under the raised hands. Along the way, he chooses someone from any pair and leads him along. At the end of the chain they form a new pair. The one who is left without a pair comes to the beginning of the chain, and the game continues. If there is an even number of children in the class, there are two.

The children take their seats.

The feeling of the Motherland penetrates us with mother’s milk, it is the air we breathe, the sun we see, the house in which we live. The feeling of the Motherland permeates our entire life. Wherever we are, we are always drawn home, to our native corner.

“In your native corner, everything goes according to your gut”

It’s always warm in your native corner,

Trouble disappears there instantly,

Your family is waiting for you there

There are your friends at the table

It's easier to believe and love there,

Dream, be yourself,

They will forgive you there and understand

And they won’t blame you for anything.

Think about what a person should try to be in order to benefit his native country, so that the Motherland can be proud of him?

Now I will give you cards that list different qualities. Mark those qualities that a person needs to have in order not to upset the Motherland, parents, and comrades.

Hardworking Respectful of other people Brave Be proud of your people Know and love your native language Courageous Educated Treat your native nature with care Help out your friends Do everything for the good of your homeland Remember and respect the exploits of your ancestors

What qualities remain? That's right, people with such qualities upset the Motherland and make it sad.

“We are bequeathed to love our Motherland

And my heart reaches out to her from everywhere,

Do not break the connecting thread,

And sometimes we need to look back.” (Slide No. 16).

Guys, we are all residents of a wonderful, rich country. Our Motherland is Russia. Russia, Rus', Motherland, native land, native side, father's house - the most precious words for a Russian person (the words are accompanied by slides No. 5–11 with views of the nature of Russia).

Russia…

Like a word from a song,

Birch young foliage,

There are forests, fields and rivers all around,

Expanse, Russian soul -

I love you, my Russia,

For the clear light of your eyes,

I love you, I understand you deeply

Steppe away the brooding sadness,

I love everything that is called

In one broad word, Rus'.

Teacher: I believe that each of you will grow up to be a person who will benefit the Motherland, never upset it, increase its wealth, protect and defend.

Communication with you was very fruitful and pleasant. To preserve a visual memory of our meeting, I want to give you this book. Save it until you graduate from school.

I invite you to stand in a circle and answer the question: What did this class hour give you? What feelings are you experiencing right now? Were you happy, warm, that you had good classmates, what did you feel?

Used Books:

A. Lopatina, M. Skrebtsova “Stages of Wisdom”, 2008

“Poems about the Motherland” Moscow 1985

V. History of the Fatherland for children - M, 1996

N. A. Nekrasov “Green noise”. Moscow, 1981

Municipal budgetary educational institution of the city of Irkutsk

Secondary school No. 36

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Class hour

on the topic “Love for the Motherland”

(for 6B grade students)

Class teacher: V.

Motherland
Music by O. Ivanov, lyrics by A. Poperechny

There is chilly dew on the grass.
And through the eyes of cherries and currants
My land will look me in the eye.

Chorus: Motherland.
Siberian expanse. Homeland.
Volga region,
Where does my dear sound like it hurts?
A song that I remember from childhood.

I'll take a bird's eye view of the distance, -
There the path winds into the past,
And the holy mother burns,
There is a tear on my cheek in memory.
Chorus

There are sunny moles on the birches,
The soul is both clean and light.
Above the land of my love, above the Motherland
Look how clear the dawn is.
Chorus

My land, Siberia
Music by O. Ivanov, lyrics by Yu. Kolokolov

She has been living in me for a long time,
Even if it’s not clear yet
My dream is that I can sing
Your beauty and breadth.
My grain of wheat,
My viburnum is red
Restless and proud
My land, Siberia!

Chorus: I'll flap my wings, I'll flow like a river,
From end to end I will travel the whole world
And I won't find another one like this
Lands like you, my Siberia!

Anyone in trouble and in joy
Without rest, without fatigue
I didn’t hide from difficult things
And she didn’t harbor any grudges.
Lives in me from my mother
Your blood is Russian
Living fire of frosty
Siberian warmth.
Chorus

I'm looking for good words
True and strong
To convey your love
And love more deeply
Your forests are tall,
Yours, blue lakes,
And the sky is cornflower blue,
And the songs of wood grouse.
Chorus

Capercaillie dawn
Music by O. Ivanov, lyrics by A. Poperechny

Capercaillie wander in the wilderness,
They hide in the thickets, in the fog.
Wood grouse hide melancholy and joy,
They sing and even cry out of love.

Chorus: And I, and I am my love
I will not hide from my native land.
The dawn of grief sounds within me,
Song of the wood grouse!
And I'm at the edge of dawn
I stand, loving son of the earth.
Well, sing, sing, wood grouse,
Singers of the dawn!

Not my fun and concern -
At dawn there is a hunt for wood grouse.
Is it possible to ruin this miracle -
The song of a wood grouse at dawn?!
Chorus

Wood grouse are seen wandering around in the wilderness.
Don't let hope deceive you.
May your love be like this song
It flies into the world, full of goodness and light.
Chorus

These are the pies!
Music by A. and G. Zavolokin, lyrics by G. Georgiev

I know it by heart
There are more than a thousand songs,
And about the mother-in-law in none
You won't find any kind words.
There is more love in the songs,
Nightingales and groves,
And what kind of love
If there is no mother-in-law!

I'll tell you about mine
Let me say a little:
Our mother-in-law is in our house
With the rank of general.
If the mother-in-law sings -
Everyone sings along to her
If she dances -
My heart stops.

If the mother-in-law is cheerful -
You breathe more joyfully
Bake pies -
Real jam!
In general, what is there to judge,
I'll tell you more simply -
These are the pies
What a mother-in-law!

Entice
Music by A. and G. Zavolokin, folk words

GIRLS: We walked along the bank,
And the water is koly, koly.
All the girls are very cunning
And we are more cunning than them.
GUYS: Let's roam around the village
Sixty-fourth time
Sixty-fourth time -
Yes, everything, matani, is because of you.
GIRLS: Oh, guys, guys,
Yes, you will soon disappear,
You'll be out until midnight
And you won't get home.
GUYS: Oh, my dear,
How affectionate!
All the candy from my pocket
She pulled it out.
GIRLS: Enticing eyes,
Attractive himself.
Attractive boy
I recognize him by his eyes.
GUYS: There are sparrows on the cherry tree
They pinch.
Girls don't like me
Everyone is pushing.
GIRLS: Oh, girls, girls,
We shouldn't have been at the party.
The guys here are not for us,
Let's go home, girls.
GUYS: They're luring - but not ours,
They lured - but not us,
Well, our lures
They live far from us.

Evenkia is mine
Music by I. Shesterikov, lyrics by V. Vlasov

I am proud of my original beauty,
The taiga region of great Russia,
Majestic, bright, young,
My Evenkia, Evenkia!

Chorus: The winds smell of cedar resin,
The forest distances delight my eyes.
I admire your beauty
My Evenkia, Evenkia!

Where wood grouse sing in the pine forests,
Other songs sounded there.
Give us your treasures,
My Evenkia, Evenkia!
Chorus

We are conducting an offensive like a battle,
We penetrate into the depths of the earth.
We give to our dear Fatherland
Your treasures, my Evenkia!
Chorus

Write letters to mothers
Music by I. Shesterikov, lyrics by S. Vikulov

Guitar marching strings sing
In the taiga, in the mountains, among the seas.
Oh how many of you are young today
Lives away from mothers!

You are forever, young, on the road -
Show up here or there.
And your mothers are worried
Everyone is waiting and waiting for news from you.

They count days, weeks.
Words fall out of place.
Since mothers turn gray early -
It's not just age that's to blame.

And therefore, serving as a soldier
Or wandering the seas,
More often than not, guys,
Write letters to mothers!

The revolution continues
Music by E. Kazachkov, lyrics by B. Demkiv

The revolution continues:
It rises into the sky like blast furnaces,
A ripe ear reaches towards the sun,
The morning is awakened by a child's voice.

Chorus: Our hands are light and young
Steel is compressed by a hammer and sickle.
Our power is growing, multiplying -
The revolution continues!

Everything sacred in us is connected with her.
With her, any distance is not ordered.
The party's plans include the genius of Lenin,
We are moving towards communism confidently!
Chorus

Fireworks of the victorious spring
Music by E. Kazachkov, lyrics by A. Fedotov

Dawns breathe calmness,
The May heights are cloudless.
Kilometers of the past war,
You have been so difficult for us.

Chorus: The peaceful field sways
Among the blue silence.
We remember, we remember until it hurts
Fireworks of the victorious spring,
Fireworks of the victorious spring!

Victory salute in forty-five
It is given to us by memory to remember -
How nice it is that our guys
War is seen only in movies.
Chorus

Through the years and distant distances
The fireworks lights don't go out.
They are in every steel smelting,
Pioneer bonfires are visible.
Chorus

Our fate is alarming

Smoke from a feast fire
Flutters in the wind.
On the long road again
We're leaving in the morning.

Chorus: Birches are like girls,
They look after you brightly.
And the song keeps ringing
Alignment at dawn.

Our fate is alarming,
It's like being at war.
Our love is reliable
Double checked.
Chorus

Smoke from a feast fire
Melted into the distance.
The early morning warmed up
On a dusty backpack.
Chorus

Write to me in the North
Music by E. Kazachkov, lyrics by V. Zakharov

Winter has turned to the north,
And not a soul on the street.
You write to me here in the North,
Be sure to write to me.

In bad weather we all read
Your affectionate letters,
Like Yesenin's poem
About unrealistic love.

Don't be angry just for God's sake
That I give secrets to others.
Your letters, perhaps, to many
They are opening their dawn!

Your news is joy
And parting words to me - husband!
You write. or no, no need,
Better, honey, come.

Far Eastern Perekop
Music by V. Porotsky, lyrics by V. Gin

Even though the sky is peaceful above us,
But we couldn't forget
In what difficult ways
We walked towards today,
Like with the first shot of the Aurora
The detachments multiplied.
And the pines remember, the mountains remember
Far Eastern battles.

We are with hated enemies
They agreed near Volochaevka.
The earth was burning underfoot -
We fought to the death, but for life.
How we galloped into battle,
The country remembers it forever.
Far Eastern Perekop
This victory is called.

And the Order of the Red Banner
We are honored for a reason.
In the lands scorched by battles,
A happy dawn has risen.
We look to the sky without fear,
But they will not be forgotten -
Those assault nights of Spassk,
Those Volochaev days.

I'll go back to the village
Music by V. Porotsky, lyrics by V. Burygin

I often dream about my childhood in the fog,
I haven’t seen my birthplaces for a long time.
And it attracts me so much to my homeland.
I will return to the village anyway.
Bring me quickly, dear,
Forever to my dear father's house,
On the porch - to dream at the threshold,
Wander through the dew barefoot.

Chorus: I'll be back, I'll be back,
I will return to my native village.
I'll be back, I'll be back

I always remember with pleasure
The aroma of those water meadows,
And with you, dear village,
I would drown in golden bread.
I can't forget this field
And I’ve been grieving about him for a long time.
Should I share my father's share with him -
I will return to the village anyway.
Chorus