Small sketches of performances for Victory Day. Script for a theatrical production for Victory Day

Soft light.
“Song of the Past” by B. Okudzhava is playing. The actors come out in groups, listen to the song, and begin to sing along, addressing themselves more than the audience. They take their seats.
The stage fills with light. Silence.
On the stage along the wings, actors sit on chairs, in front of them there are four tables covered with white tablecloths, on each table there is a glass of water and a slice of bread, similar to those placed to commemorate the dead. At the back of the stage there is a classroom partition: four cubes, chairs, a table with a white tablecloth, a globe on the table, a vase of spring flowers, student notebooks, a book, a portrait of a warrior, a glass covered with bread.
Light on the center of the site.
A girl with a guitar comes to the center of the site and sings the song “Cuckoo” by an amateur author.

I often dream about my native class,
A child's smile comes to life.
Gray cuckoo across the river
He calculates how long I have left to live.

I miss flowers in the dew
For peaceful sunrises and sunsets.
On scorched earth by enemies
Soldiers defend the Motherland.

They spend their lives generously
They are accustomed to cold and fatigue,
They don’t save their strength in reserve -
So, tell me how much time they have left,
Tell me, cuckoo.

Just you, cuckoo, don't rush
Should I give someone else's share:
The soldier has eternity ahead,
Don't confuse it with old age.

I often dream about my native class...
During the song, the classroom is filled with actors playing students listening to the teacher's song. The last chords of the song are replaced by the soundtrack of a song from the film “Belorussky Station” by B. Okudzhava.
The voice of actress V. Urgant sounds quietly, and gradually, first the students, and then all the actors begin to sing along. Towards the end the song acquires a loud, almost ringing sound. The song turns into a march. Students - boys and girls - march around the playground, creating a simple formation pattern. They freeze on the proscenium, lined up in two ranks, facing the viewer. Hands raised to imaginary caps.
Blackout.
The metronome sounds (20 sec). In rapid, students, turning towards the class and taking up their mise-en-scène of ordinary classroom life, move as if a film rewinds time.
Bright light.
The song “Over the Sea, Over the Land” by B. Okudzhava is played. Students quickly prepare for the lesson: hand out notebooks, set up chairs, carry the globe, etc. They freeze at the tables, bending over their notebooks.
Excerpt from B. Vasiliev’s play “Tomorrow there was a war”
Teacher: Yes. We submit essays. Quickly!
(The students, chatting merrily, hand over their notebooks. They take their seats.)
Teacher: Congratulations on the approaching end of the school year, I wish you a good mood and a useful pastime of your holidays!
Students: Thank you! Let's try! Have a nice holiday too!
(The teacher turns to the table.)
Sounds like “Waltz” by Ian Tirson
Student 1: The last one to stand up is the kitsch! Everyone jumps up.
Student 1: Sasha is the last!
Sasha: Why me?
All: You! You! The game of kitsch begins. Everyone is rushing around the site.
Student 2: Guys, wait! My father allowed me to take the camera today.
Students: Well, yes? Lie more! Show me!
Student 3: So, why are you silent, let's take a photo! For memory!
Student 2: Runs for the camera, the rest preen themselves, the girls run up to the teacher.
Student 1: Anna Andreevna, take a photo with our class, please! Dima has a camera! We'll give you the card later. You will remember our class, and we will remember you!
The teacher sits on a chair, the whole class stands nearby. A boy with a camera on the proscenium with his back to the viewer. Everyone freezes. The click of the camera.
The music stops
A ray of light shines on the frozen figures, the rest of the scene is darkened.
Teacher: I have memories and one photograph from my class. Group portrait: boys at the edges, girls around me. And that day I offered the guys an essay on the topic “Who I want to be.” And all the guys wrote that they wanted to become commanders of the Red Army. Even Volodya Khramov wanted to be a tank driver. They sincerely believed that their fate would be harsh. They themselves chose her. And the photograph has faded. And its edges finally blurred. Sometimes it seems to me that they have blurred because the boys in our class have long since faded into oblivion. They never had time to grow up. And their features were dissolved by time. Time... But it seemed like just yesterday there was a school ball.
Light fills the stage.
Sasha: School ball!
Student 2: White waltz!
Student 4: Ladies, I invite gentlemen!
Sounds like “Waltz” by Ian Tirson
The boys disperse to the four corners. Girls are spinning in the center. They stop in front of the guys. The waltz begins in a circle. With each lap, one boy goes backstage. The girls are left alone, but continue to move.
Train whistle. The sound of wheels picking up speed. More frequent beeps. The girls freeze on the platform, look for familiar faces on the train, and wave their hands as the train fades away in the distance. The backdrop of the stage opens up, and there, as if on the steps of a carriage, stand boys in caps and tunics, waving to the mourners.
The song “Goodbye, boys” by B. Okudzhava is playing
At the musical intro of the song, all the guys go to the middle of the stage. Girls approach them. There is a silent farewell scene. The girls accompany the boys to the war. They hug, kiss, cry, give some packages, bundles. Towards the end of the song's introduction, the girls leave the guys and are located along the edges of the stage along the tables. The boys remain on the playground, someone sits down. The girls begin to sing along with the soundtrack. Where men's voices sound, boys sing. And now they are soldiers, standing as if in a photograph. They look thoughtfully into the auditorium.
Light on the soldiers!
The beginning of the song “Dark Night” by N. Bogoslovsky sounds. Against its background, after a short pause, soldier 1 reads the poem “Wait for me...” by K. Simonov. The song gradually fades away.
Wait for me and I will come back,
Just wait a lot
Wait when they make you sad
Yellow rains. Wait for the snow to blow
Wait for it to be hot
Wait when others are not waiting,
Forgetting yesterday.
Wait when from distant places
No letters will arrive
Wait until you get bored
To everyone who is waiting together.
Wait for me and I will come back,
Don't wish well
To everyone who knows by heart,
It's time to forget.
Let the son and mother believe
That there is no me.
Let friends get tired of waiting
They'll sit by the fire
Drink bitter wine
In honor of the soul...
Wait. And at the same time with them
Don't rush to drink.
Wait for me and I will come back
To all deaths for evil!
If anyone didn't wait for me, let him
He will say - “Lucky”
Those who were not waiting for them cannot understand,
Like in the middle of fire
By your expectation
You saved me.
We'll know how I survived.
Just you and me -
You just knew how to wait
Like no one else.
On the last words of the poem, the song “In the Dugout” by K. Listov quietly appears. Short pause. Soldier 2 reads the poem “Italian” by M. Svetlov. The song gradually fades away.
Black cross on the chest of an Italian,
No carving, no pattern, no gloss -
Kept by a poor family
And carried by his only son...
Young native of Naples!
What did you leave on the field in Russia?
Why couldn't you be happy
Above the famous native bay?
I, who killed you near Mozdok,
I dreamed so much about a distant volcano!
How I dreamed in the Volga region
Take a ride in a gondola at least once!
But I didn't come with a gun
Taking away the Italian summer
But my bullets didn’t whistle
Over the sacred land of Raphael.
Here I shot! Here where I was born
Where I was proud of myself and my friends,
Where are the epics about our peoples
They never appear in translations.
Is the middle Don bend
Has it been studied by foreign scientists?
Our land - Russia, I will scatter,
Have you plowed and sowed?
No! They brought you in a train
To capture distant colonies,
To cross from a family casket
It grew to the size of a grave.
I will not let my homeland be taken away
For the vastness of foreign seas
I shoot - and there is no justice
Fairer than my bullet!
You have never lived or been here!
But scattered in the snowy fields
Italian blue sky
Glazed in dead eyes...
On the last words of the poem the song “Two friends served in
our regiment." Soldier 3 reads the poem “He did not return from the battle” by V. Vysotsky.
The song gradually fades away.
Why is everything wrong? Everything seems to be as always:
The same sky is blue again,
The same forest, the same air and the same water,
Only he did not return from the battle.
Now I don’t understand which of us was right
In our disputes without sleep and peace,
I didn't miss him just now,
When he didn't return from the battle.
He was silent at random and sang along out of tune,
He always talked about something else
He didn’t let me sleep, he got up at sunrise,
And yesterday he didn’t return from the battle.
The fact that it’s empty now is not what we’re talking about,
Suddenly I noticed that there were two of us.
For me it was as if the wind had blown out a fire,
When he didn't return from the battle.
Today spring has escaped, as if from captivity.
By mistake I called out to him:
- Friend, stop smoking! - and in response - silence...
He didn't return from the battle yesterday.
Our dead will not leave us in trouble,
Our fallen are like sentries.
The sky is reflected in the forest, as in water,
And the trees are blue.
We had enough space in the dugout,
Time flowed for both of us...
All alone now. It just seems to me -
It was I who did not return from the battle.
The beam illuminates the stairs.
The song “Blue Handkerchief” by Yu. Petersburgsky is playing. A girl in a chintz dress and with a blue scarf comes down from the ladder, which was the footboard of the carriage. She appears like a dream, a memory. While performing a song, he dances between the soldiers, invites them to waltz, gradually goes back to the stairs and sings the last words from there. The beam of light goes out and she disappears.

The introduction to M. Fradkin’s song “Random Waltz” sounds. One of the guys tied a scarf on his head, someone, fooling around, invited him to dance. They are joined by more, more... Others organized an impromptu pointless orchestra. And so everyone spins in a waltz to the soundtrack and fools around again, and dances again.
Commander: “Stand up!”
The song “Farewell, Arbat!” is playing. B. Okudzhava. Boys, quickly
line up in a column of two people, march in place, sing to
phonogram. The girls wave white handkerchiefs at them. On the last verse
stop.
The phonogram of the song “Don’t believe the weather...” by B. Okudzhava plays. From the column, one after another, the boys come out to the front of the stage, listen to the sounds of music, peer into the life around them, as if saying goodbye to it, and go into the depths of the stage, forming a plastic composition against the backdrop. As the guys come to the forefront, the column slowly moves forward and melts. At the end of the column, girls (former students) appear. They are wearing caps. In their hands they hold a portrait of a warrior. They place the portrait on a chair in the middle of the stage, salute and also go into the depths.
The song “Red Troops” by B. Okudzhava is played. A girl appears in a black tights and a red cape. She dances to the soundtrack of a battle dance. At the end of the dance, the cape turns into a red banner and the girl, dancing, takes it backstage into the depths of the stage.
Girls in caps (former students) appear from the depths of the stage one after another. They read their monologues and disappear into the back of the stage again.
Monologue from the play “The Dawns Here Are Quiet...” by B. Vasilyeva.
Student 1: I only saw hand-to-hand combat once. Once in reality and hundreds of times in dreams. Anyone who says that war is not scary knows nothing about war. June 22 was Sunday, and already on Monday, our entire class came to the military registration and enlistment office. So that we could be taken to the front as volunteers. And the whole class was signed up, except me. I did not fit the army standards either in height or age. But I didn’t give up, I stormed this military registration and enlistment office for a whole week, until the colonel, confused from insomnia, sent me to flight school, and from there, 6 months later, I went to the front. But the world did not demand my heroic impulse, but the strict fulfillment of the military regulations. And after my first battle, by the Komsomol decision of our platoon, they decided to try me. For cowardice. But this is not cowardice. Cowardice manifests itself in the second battle, but in the first it was confusion. From inexperience. Is it true? A week later we were lying in ambush. A two-man German patrol walked past, holding machine guns at the ready. One walked very close, silently shifting his whole body from heel to toe. He was clutching a knife in one hand and a machine gun in the other. I passed by and didn't notice. And I lay there and felt the smell, the heavy smell of someone else’s body. And I couldn’t stand it! I rushed across, and not seeing or hearing anything around me from horror, I shouted: “Mom! Mommy!"
Monologue from the play “Not on the lists” B. Vasilyeva.
Student 2: I can’t kneel... I can’t kneel because I have a prosthesis, but I will. When I take it off, I will kneel. I... I was afraid. I was so afraid that you were not the same, not the one I loved. Shut up! Please be silent! I remember what I am. Don't think I can forget about this. I have been pitied all my life: both children and adults – everyone has pitied me! But when they feel sorry, they give half of it, you know? And you, you stayed because of me, you didn’t abandon me, didn’t leave me here, didn’t send me to the Germans, as they suggested to you! I heard everything, I heard every word! I never, never in my life even dared to dream that I could fall in love! Since childhood, all I have been told since childhood is that I am unhappy, that I am not like all the other girls. Even my mother talked about it. Because she felt sorry for me and wanted me to get used to the fact that I am like this, get used to it and not suffer anymore. And I'm used to it! I'm already quite used to it. That’s why she wasn’t friends with girls, but only with boys. Girls, they only talk about love and make all sorts of plans. What could I build? What could I have dreamed about? I may be saying something stupid and probably even stupid now, but you understand everything, right? I simply cannot remain silent, I am afraid to remain silent, because then you will start talking and say that I am a complete fool, that I found time to fall in love... But is it our fault that now there is a war? Are we to blame?
Monologue from the play “The Dawns Here Are Quiet”B. Vasilyeva
Student 3: I was the first from the class to get married. And not for anyone, but for the Red commander, and a border guard at that. And there simply could not have been a happier girl! A year later the war began. That day I was one of the few who was not afraid and did not panic. I am Rita Osyanina, I have always been calm and reasonable. They wanted to send me to the rear, but I was eager to fight. Finally they hired me as a nurse. A month later they were sent to the regimental anti-aircraft school. And senior lieutenant Osyanin died... on the second day of the war... I found out about this only in July, when a border guard sergeant miraculously made his way from the border outpost. The authorities valued me and respected my personal request to send me, upon graduation, to the area where there was an outpost where my husband died in a fierce battle. It seemed that I could consider myself satisfied, I had achieved what I wanted. But I learned to hate quietly and mercilessly...
Monologue from the play “Not on the lists” B. Vasilyeva
Student 4: I would never leave you. I thought that this would be the case. That I will die a little before you and die happy. You are my life, my joy, my sun, all of you! You are all I have. But ours is small. He must be born. He is not guilty of anything before people. And he must be born healthy, definitely healthy. And here... Here I feel his strength diminishing every second. Already his strength, not mine, but his! God gives every woman a little happiness and a lot of debt. And I was happy! I was so happy as no woman in the world can be happy, because you gave me this happiness! You are alone! And only for me! I gave in spite of the war, in spite of my fate, in spite of everything in the world. I know it's harder for you now than for me. You are left alone, and I leave and take a piece of your future with me. I know that now the most terrible hours of our lives are coming... But we must, We must survive them so that he... our little one can live...
Excerpt from I. Serkov’s story “Sanka and I”
Grandmother approaches the portrait of the warrior, crosses herself, and bows to the ground.
Granddaughter. I never saw my grandmother cross herself or pray. Sometimes she remembered to remember God, but not to pray, such a thing was not something she ever did. The women who spent the winter with us often bowed before our Mother of God, but my grandmother didn’t even know a single prayer. And my grandmother spoke of him as a close friend, as a neighbor...
Grandmother. Either he drinks moonshine there, or he sleeps there, he famously knows. Well, if you have undertaken to be a god, then rule. And then it’s like that old Agey: he completely fell into childhood.
Granddaughter. And so the glory of a great sinner was assigned to my grandmother. But one day... It was when a second letter arrived from my father. Previously, he wrote that he was in the hospital with such an injury, after which he would be allowed to go home. Grandma was happy, waiting for him from day to day, and suddenly they brought a new soldier’s triangle. No one even thinks about letting their father go home. They found good doctors, treated him properly, and some commission declared him still fit. And that day I overheard her talking with God. It was late and I couldn't sleep. All sorts of things pop into my head: war, an unsown vegetable garden that has nothing to sow with. And suddenly I hear...
Grandmother. Listen to what I tell you, Lord...
Granddaughter. At first it seemed that my grandmother was addressing me, but it was strange why she was calling me that way: “Lord.”
Grandmother. Please understand me, Lord. You and I, thank God, are in years and what years. So who will advise each other, if not old people? It’s not easy being with these people in your old age. And not so much with people, but with non-humans. You gave birth to different Hitlers, and now, apparently, you yourself are not happy...
Granddaughter. All this began to amuse me. But grandma’s voice sounds so serious, so heartfelt, that I can’t laugh—it’s awkward. She expressed her sympathy for God for a long time, and then gave him some advice, as if she began to teach him how to be there in heaven...
Grandmother. Many prayers come to you, Lord. Right away, you won’t be able to tell which is from the heart and which is from cunning. So I’ll tell you this: it doesn’t hurt to listen to my neighbor, Chmyshikha. She pretends to be a saint, but to lie is not to wave a flail. Whatever they say about me, don’t listen. I don’t know how to pray, that’s true. And even then: when should I pray? How I run in a day - can you believe it, Lord? - I’ll fall and I can’t feel my legs. And what are my prayers for you? You can’t make a new robe out of them.
It’s a sin for you to be angry with me, Lord. You know how long I’ve been living, I’ve been seeing all the orphans. You took away our father and mother early. Do you remember that war, when I was still a girl? With some Japanese. Dad returned, coughed up the winter's blood, and buried him before Easter. And the priest’s mother broke down under a bag of wheat. It was easy for me to feed my brothers and sisters - four souls?
Got married. Well, I think I’ll rest behind my husband’s back. And it went - every year, a hoopoe: Efim, Marina, Stepan, Odarka. And three more died. You didn’t have enough of them - and you cleaned up the guy. He died of the Spanish flu, Lord, during that war with the Germans. Here you have orphans again. Was there honey for me? Only those who don’t know will say this. And now you left me and your daughter’s... You left them without a mother, don’t leave them without a father. I ask you one thing, I conjure you: Kirill, my son-in-law, is at war, and you yourself heard what he writes in the letter. They don't let him go home. So, Lord, destroy the Nazis’ guns, dry up their hands, blind their eyes so that they don’t hit their son-in-law. And break their planes, and damage their bombs...
Granddaughter. The grandmother found the saboteur.
Grandmother. Just look there, we have so many Kirillovs in Podlyubichy: Kirill Tsygan, Kirill Nazarov, Kirill Lebeda, whom they call Quail, and the older lad Yazepov is called Kirill. They are all good people, protect them and have mercy on them. But if you have problems with your life, take more care of me - don’t completely orphan the little, unreasonable ones. And Lord, don’t touch me until he comes back from the war... Don’t be afraid, he’ll come back - I won’t stay here. Then do it; with me whatever you want. I’m no longer afraid of anything, I’ve seen enough of everything in this world.
(crosses himself and bows, then turns to his granddaughter)
Everyone will see your glazed eyes. For once I took my soul away, and it couldn’t have happened without her.
Granddaughter. What's true is true. My grandmother had never prayed before, and after that I never heard anything again. So she lives as an atheist.
Turns on the radio. M. Fradkin’s song “The Road to Berlin” sounds loudly
Light on the entire site.
Everyone sings cheerfully and cheerfully. With the words “To Berlin!” On a high machine
a girl in a black tights with a red banner appears in the depths of the stage,
waves it.
The song “The regiments have returned from the campaign” by B. Okudzhava is played. It is sung to a soundtrack by the guys standing at the back of the stage. They are returning from the war. The girls along the wings greet them, wave flowers and scarves, run up to the guys, give them flowers, hug, kiss and return to their seats.
The guys stand as if in a photograph.
The song “In our house the war has died down” by B. Okudzhava plays. The guys are singing. During the loss, one after another, the girls sitting on the edges of the stage came onto the stage. One by one they spin in a waltz and fill the entire stage.
The song “Dugouts of That War” by B. Okudzhava is played. The girls are singing. The song ends and the girls return to their chairs at the edges of the stage.
The song “Take Your Overcoat” by B. Okudzhava is played. One of the guys comes up to the portrait of a soldier, sits on the floor, and sings. A second, a third joins him... And so all the soldiers gathered near the portrait. Everyone is singing. Among them is one woman. This is mother. A girl in a black tights bows a red banner over a portrait.
Mother comes out and reads the poem “The Ballad of Mother” by A. Dementyev.
The mother has aged thirty years,
But there is no news from my son.
But she still keeps waiting
Because she believes, because she is a mother.
And what does she hope for?
Many years since the war ended,
Many years since everyone came back,
Except for the dead that lie in the ground.
How many of them are there in that distant village?
No boys without mustaches came.
Once they sent me to the village in the spring
Documentary film; about war.
Everyone came to the cinema, both old and young,
Who knew war and who did not.
Before the bitter memory of people
Hatred flowed like a river.
It was hard to remember
Suddenly the son looked at his mother from the screen;
The mother recognized her son at that very moment
And a mother’s cry rang out:
“Alexey, Alyoshenka, son!”
As if her son could hear her.
He rushed out of the trench into battle,
The mother stood up to cover him with herself.
I was always afraid that he might fall,
But through the years the son rushed forward...
"Alexei!" - the fellow countrymen shouted,
“Alexey,” they asked, “run!”
The frame changed, the son remained to live,
He asks the mother to repeat about her son.
And again he runs to the attack,
Alive, healthy, not wounded, not killed.
(Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata” plays quietly)
At home, everything seemed like a movie to her.
I was waiting for everything right now through the window,
In the midst of alarming silence
Her son will come knocking from the war.

The music gets louder and everyone listens for a while.
One of the guys reads the poem “Ballad of Struggle” by V. Vysotsky
Among the melting candles and evening prayers,
Among the spoils of war and peaceful fires
There lived bookish children who did not know battles,
Exhausting from my petty disasters.

Children are always annoyed
Their age and life, -
And we fought until we were scratched,
To mortal insults.
But the clothes were patched
Our mothers are on time,
We devoured books
Getting drunk on the lines.

Hair stuck to our sweaty foreheads,
And it sucked sweetly in the pit of my stomach from the phrases,
And the smell of struggle turned our heads,
Dripping from us from yellowed pages.

And tried to comprehend
We, who have not known wars,
For the war cry
Those who received the howl,
The secret of the word “order”
Setting boundaries
The meaning of the attack and clang
War chariots.

And in the boiling cauldrons of former slaughter and unrest
So much food for our little brains!
We are in the role of traitors, cowards, Judases
In children's games they designated their own enemies.

And the villain's tears
Didn't let it cool down
And the most beautiful ladies
They promised to love
And, having reassured my friends
And loving my neighbors,
We are in the role of heroes
They introduced themselves.

Only you can’t escape into dreams forever,
A brief moment of fun - so much pain around.
Try to unclench the palms of the dead
And take the weapon from weary hands.

Experience it by taking possession
Still warm sword
And putting on the armor
What's the price, what's the price!
Find out who you are - a coward
Or the chosen one of fate,
And taste it
A real fight.

And when a wounded friend collapses nearby
And over the first loss you will howl, mourning,
And when you suddenly find yourself without skin
Because they killed him, not you, -

You will understand what you have learned
Distinguished, found
With a grin he took:
This is a grin of death!
Lies and evil, look
How rude their faces are!
And always behind -
Crows and coffins.

If the meat is off the knife
You haven't eaten a bite
If, with folded hands,
Watched from above
And he didn’t join the fight
With a scoundrel, with an executioner, -
So in life you were
Nothing to do with it, nothing to do with it!

If, cutting the path with my father's sword,
You've wrapped salty tears around your mustache,
If in a hot battle I experienced what it costs,
This means you read the right books as a child!
The light fills the entire area, all the heroes come forward.
The song “Don’t trust either God or fate” by B. Okudzhava sounds. Everyone is singing.
The song “Song about Moscow at Night” by B. Okudzhava is playing. Everyone is singing.
The march from the film “Belorussky Station” sounds. Everyone marches, then freezes. Bow.
The song “Song of the Past” by B. Okudzhava is playing. Backstage care.

The implementation of two scenarios involves students of grades 2-11 of city schools, creative and sports children's groups of additional education institutions, parents, city residents, veterans of the Great Patriotic War, home front workers, children of war. These scenarios can be used for holding a rally-concert, theatrical performance in schools and additional education institutions on the occasion of the Great Victory.

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Kiselevsky urban district

Scenario

“...Never forget about the most long-awaited May! »

2015

Distortion of historical facts and events during the Great Patriotic War by the leadership of Europe, Ukraine and the USA, belittling the contribution of the Russian soldier to the Victory against the fascist invaders, modern social development of Russia has urgently posed the task of the spiritual revival of the nation, knowledge of its history, protection of veterans of the Great Patriotic War from humiliating, fair statements. This issue has acquired particular relevance in the field of patriotic education. The program of patriotic and civic education of youth is one of the priorities in modern politics. It is important for us what the person of the future will be like, to what extent he will master two important social roles: the role of a citizen and the role of a patriot. This topic received particular emphasis in the year of celebration of the 70th anniversary of Victory in the Great Patriotic War.

A city-scale theatrical performance on Victory Square is dedicated to the celebration of Victory Day.Purpose of this event– patriotic, spiritual-moral, military-historical education of children and youth for the formation of a socially active personality of a citizen and patriot with a sense of national pride, civic dignity, love and respect for the Fatherland, veterans, their people and readiness to defend it.

the main task in organizing the event - a connection with generations, a tribute to the spiritual and moral heritage of Russia and the native land.

Main highlights of the event:

• Massiveness, entertainment, dynamism, relevance.
• Possibility of participation of children and adults of different age categories.
• Synthesis of pop and theatrical areal forms: choreography, vocals, plastic arts, theater, art song.
• Interaction of creative teams of educational institutions: aesthetic associations with associations of sports and arts and crafts.

An important advantage of this scenario is mobility!

Possibility of change:

• carried out not only within the city (as described below), but also within one institution or enterprise.
• reduce the number of participants from 560 people to 100,
• reduce the time of implementation - from 30 minutes to 10 minutes,
• hold this event in the form of a holiday.

Preliminary work:

1. Script writing.
2. Identification of the number of participants to participate in the event (popularity rating of choreographic, vocal, sports, theater and school groups of the city).
3. Gathering of participants. Formation of tasks for the leaders of creative teams involved in this event.
4. Recording music in a recording studio.
5. Conducting individual rehearsals with participating groups.
6. Summary rehearsals with the participation of a sound engineer at the site where the event will be held.
7. Preparation of registration.

Event scenario

Location:Victory Square in Kiselevsk

Time: 10:00.

Equipment: Sound reproducing installation (amplifier power - 20 kW), 12 radio microphones.

Musical materials: fanfare, performers, minor classical music, instrumental compositions from films about the war, drum alarm, festive overture, ceremonial march of D. Tukhmanov.

Progress:

Veterans of the Great Patriotic War, home front workers and honored guests of Kiselevsk occupy places of honor on the benches. Columns of participants in the theatrical performance were lined up, consisting of students of choreographic groups of the education department of Kiselevsk - 160 people, a fashion theater - 20 people, a vocal group - 26 people, 200 students with portraits of grandfathers-warriors of the Second World War, 60 flag bearers, 2 flag bearers on roller skates, actor of the liberator warrior with a girl in his arms, 20 participants of the children's association "Post No. 1" in camouflage suits of machine gunners, 20 athletes in white, winter camouflage suits, 4 presenters, 50 schoolchildren with balloons (a total of 560 participants were involved in the festive theatrical show - presentation)

Exposition. (We celebrate Victory Day)

Call signs fanfare sounds. 2 presenters, choreographic children's groups of 100 people enter the square, children holding red ones in their hands. white flags. All participants line up in a given setting (leaders in the center, groups stand in 5 columns of 10 people to the right and left of the center of the square)

Against the background of this action, the text of the presenters sounds:

Presenter 1: We celebrate Victory Day,
He comes with flowers and banners.
We are all heroes today
We call by name.
Presenter 2: We know: it’s not at all easy
He came to us - Victory Day.
This day has been conquered
Our great-grandparents.
(the call signs are “Wide is my native country...”, text by Levitan about the end of the Great Patriotic War : "Attention! Moscow speaks! On May 8, 1945, in Berlin, representatives of the German High Command signed an act of unconditional surrender of the German armed forces. The Great Patriotic War, waged by the Soviet people against the Nazi invaders, has been victoriously completed. Germany is completely destroyed!All participants chant"Hooray!" , waving flags, the action begins on the song “Road to Berlin”, which is performed by the vocal show studio “Kiselevskie Avoski”. Choreographic groups: “Voyage”, “Multi Plus”, “Projection”, “Calibri”, “Reaction”, “Caprice”, “Rhythm” participate in this vocal and choreographic scene.

(The song “Victory Day” is played; against the background of the instrumental introduction of the song, the text of the presenter:

Leading: My fellow countrymen - Kiselev residents Everyone remembers the bitterness of that war Happy Victory Day Veterans And bow to you low to the ground!

(In the “Victory Day” scene, 60 flag bearers with banners the color of the blue sky take part, they build specified compositions, the children’s choreographic group “Movement” performs a festive composition in the center of the square, schoolchildren and the creative team, in whose hands there are bundles of 25-piece gel balloons, go out to square, stand in predetermined positions between the flag bearers. At the end of the song, an actor, a warrior-liberator appears with a girl in his arms, 2 boys ride out to him along the central alley on roller skates and hand over a bunch of gel balloons, to which is attached a cloth with the inscription “MAY 9” The liberator warrior, together with the girl, launches a fabric with an inscription into the sky, all participants in this action simultaneously release balloons into the sky.)

(text against the background of solemn music:Presenter 1: Repel the enemy, powerfully given On the battlefield, in the rear. Presenter 2: The Kiselev residents forged victory with everyone, And proudly welcomed spring!

The beginning (And we must figure it out ourselves, in the pain that the world has suffered)

(instrumental music from the movie “Hot Snow” plays; a 10-year-old girl comes out in the background and reads: Girl: Not burned by the forties, Hearts grown into silence, Of course, we look with different eyes At our great war. We know from confused, difficult stories about the bitter victorious path, Therefore, at least our mind must go through the road of suffering. And we must figure it out ourselves In the pain that the world has endured. ... Of course, we look with different eyes, the same ones, full of tears.

(Choreographic composition “The Ballad of a Mother” performed by a choreographic group. Lyrics of the song: “The mother has aged for 30 years, but there is no news from her son, But she continues to wait, because she believes, because the mother... How many of them are there, in that distant village, no boys without mustaches came?...

The action changes to the leitmotif of A. Rosenbaum’s song “Long Road to the Ghetto, on its photo is the text of the presenters:)

Presenter 1: Thirteen million children's lives -
Bloody trail of the brown plague.
Their dead eyes reproachfully
They look into our souls from the darkness of the grave,
Presenter 2: Their lips were caked in the last cry,
In the dying call of their dear mothers...
Oh, mothers of countries small and great!
Hear them and remember them!

(Choreographic composition “Don’t be afraid, Mom, we won’t be hurt.... performed by a dance group led by a leader in the role of a mother. In the finale, shots are heard, German dogs bark, the participants in the action fall to the ground, the mother covers the children)

Development of action ("Russian soldier, he defended Stalingrad")

(the square is being rebuilt, against the background of the melody from the film “Hot Snow” to dramatize military operations, the text is pronounced)
Leading: February 2, 2013 marked the 70th anniversary of the Battle of Stalingrad, which lasted 200 days and nights.Losses on both sides amounted to 2 million people.

(Levitan’s voice sounds about the defeat of the troops at Stalingrad)Voice-over: “Moscow speaking. Last hour. Our troops have completely completed the liquidation of Nazi troops surrounded in the Stalingrad area. This is the outcome of one of the largest battles in the history of warfare.

(Theatrical and choreographic composition “Blizzards swirled furiously across Stalingrad, on the ground...”, 5 choreographic groups are involved in it. Against the backdrop of the loss, the text of the presenters:Presenter 1: Russian soldier faithful to the oath,
He defended Stalingrad.
Presenter 2:
He knew that there was no turning back -
He defended Stalingrad.

Climax (“How difficult it was for the soldiers to die…”)

(scene “The Last Battle”,in which all choreographic groups are involved, takes place on the song “This Fight”. Lyrics of the song: This battle, it’s already behind us, a bloody battle Again, someone is no longer with us…. Someone remained on someone else's land... that land...)

Presenter 1: How difficult it was to die
to soldiers who remember their duty,
in that very city on the Volga -
close your eyes forever.

Lyrical digression- (“Russia did not begin with a sword, and therefore it is invincible!”)

(against the background of the music “Hot Snow,” the girl reads:

We see them - Russian soldiers,

That in that distant terrible hour they paid with their lives for bright happiness for us...

Presenter 1:

The dawn rises, bright and hot.
And it will be so forever and indestructibly.
Presenter: 2

Russia did not begin with a sword,
And that’s why she’s invincible!

Scene “You have always been proud of Ivan and Mary”

(The scene involves: the vocal show studio “Kiselevskie Avoski”, performing the song “I look into the blue lakes”, choreographic groups: “Projection”, “Calibri”, fashion theater “Trafalgar”, in stage Russian costumes, costumes of Russian birches.)

Denouement (War veterans, we remember you, believe me)

Scene "War Veterans"

Presenter: May. Russia. Spring is blooming. The war died down long ago. And today at the mass graves Let us remember those who saved our lives

(Rebuilding on the square. 200 portraits of Kiselev residents, veterans of the Great Patriotic War, who died during the war, are brought out against the backdrop of the song “War Veterans.” Lyrics of the song:

Veterans' relatives, fathers and mothers

In the stars of your eyes the war never ceases

Gray-haired veterans, holy titans

There are wounds on your chest, not medals

The war did not kill your tenderness and courage,

Even though I took my friends, they are not forgotten...

War veterans, we remember you, believe me...

Creative children's groups come out with carnations and line up with those who brought out the portraits. The actress-mother walks around all the portraits, peering into the faces of the war heroes.)

Epilogue (But what kind of Victory Day do we celebrate without him....)

Presenter: More than 16 thousand Kiselev residents defended their homeland from the enemy. 5,274 soldiers did not return home from the battlefield. Every year there are fewer and fewer veterans of the Great Patriotic War...

Voice-over text:

A minute of silence.

(participants with flowers sit down on one knee, boys take off their hats, raise portraits high above their heads)

(after a minute of silence, 2 presenters, a girl, an actor-grandson enter the center of the square, holding flowers with a St. George ribbon. The actor-grandson reads:

We understand that someday

Completely different dates will come. There will be no more veterans. They will not be left alive.

Neither privates nor officers

Neither maimed nor whole,

No noble generals

No former prisoners received fines.

Who will replace them later? Who will have to be called on stage? To surround you with your care When will the anniversary come? Veterans are leaving in a row. The wind blows on their wounds, Their orders lie forgotten, And their names burn more intensely. Or maybe this is all logical? But it’s very painful if you were personally connected to this and didn’t even understand everything then. I used to sincerely think that my grandfather had a lot of life leftBut what is Victory Day? We answer without him...

(the four of them approach the empty chairs, place flowers on the chairs on which the war veterans who took part in the Victory celebration last year, but did not live to see May 9 this year, were supposed to sit)

(The melody smoothly transitions to the background music from the film"Hot Snow")

Presenter 1: And if they say “Victory!”
Then never forget:
Grandson: about that war, Speaker 2: about blood, Girl: about grandfather
Together: About the most long-awaited May!

(The ceremony of laying flowers at the monument to the Soldier-Liberator begins by the residents of Kiselevsk, which is opened by the head of the Kiselevsky urban district. Participants in a theatrical performance with portraits of war veterans line up in a living corridor on the square, a flower-laying ceremony by Kiselev residents passes by them against the backdrop of classical minor music)

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Bibliography:

Ippolitova N.V. –“

Ivanyuk, I.

Kiselev, V.

Kosykh, T.S.

Mikhailov, K.

Silin, A.

Feruleva, I. evening-requiem

Shcherbakova, A.

Application

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Municipal budgetary educational institution

additional education for children

"Center for the Development of Creativity of Children and Youth"

Kiselevsky urban district

Scenario

holding a city theatrical performance dedicated to the celebration of the Great Victory

“Every person was saved by the life of a Russian soldier...”

2015

Event scenario

Location:Victory Square in Kiselevsk

Time: 10:00.

Equipment: Sound reproducing installation (amplifier power - 20 kW), 10 radio microphones.

Musical materials: fanfare, songs of the war years arranged by modernperformers, minor classical music, instrumental compositions from films about the war, ceremonial march of D. Tukhmanov. The musical leitmotif of this event is instrumental music from the film “Stalingrad” (2014)

Progress:

Veterans of the Great Patriotic War, home front workers and honored guests of Kiselevsk occupy places of honor on the benches. Columns of participants in the theatrical performance were lined up, consisting of pupils of choreographic groups of the Kiselevsk education department - 200 people, a fashion theater - 20 people, a vocal group - 20 people, 200 students with portraits of grandfathers-warriors of the Second World War, 20 participants of the children's association "Post No. 1" in camouflage suits of machine gunners, 20 athletes in white, winter camouflage suits, 3 presenters, 60 schoolchildren with Russian flags, 54 schoolchildren with 9 banners on which the surname and names of the deceased Kiselev residents are written, 2 children's folklore groups, 11 female teachers playing the role mothers of soldiers (a total of 700 participants are involved in the festive theatrical show performance)

Exposition. (June. Russia. Sunday)

The call signs of a fanfare sound in a minor key to the melody of “Victory Day”. 3 presenters enter the square. The fanfare smoothly turns into the sounds of birds singing)

Leading child:June. Russia. Sunday.
Dawn in the arms of silence.
A fragile moment remains
Before the first shots of the war.(birdsong is replaced by the melody “Holy War”)
Presenter 2:
In a second the world will explode
Death will lead the parade alley,
And the sun will go out forever
For millions on earth.
(alarm sounds)
Presenter 1: June. Russia. Sunday.
The country is on the brink: to be or not to be...
And this is an eerie moment
We will never forget...

(a 9-year-old girl with her parents goes to the square, singing the song “MAY 9th”. Words songs: Today I’m going with my dad and mom to honor the memory of the fallen soldiers, carrying 4 tulips in my palm to the granite slab of eternal dreams. Hundreds of soldiers rest under it, who saved the country from fascism...

Chorus: May 9, the day of the glorious victory, May 9 must not be forgotten, Our holiday with a red signal rocket will begin to parade across Russia...

(participate 26 people with portraits of grandfathers-heroes of the Great Patriotic War, line up in a monumental composition of 3 people in 4 compositions (2 people in one line, 1 person in the middle in front of them, sits down on one knee, 2 compositions of 7 people each). 12 people work on the sides with a red cloth. 28 children carry a yellow cloth in the shape of a circle, representing the sun and 8 rays. They line up the Sun with its rays. A choreographic group - 45 children - joins the stage)

The beginning (This news hit like a bomb)

Scene "The Confrontation of Good and Evil"

(against the background of Shostakovich’s melody the text of the presenters sounds, the action of the confrontation between good and evil takes placeIt involves 6 choreographic groups: Plastic miniature with black elastic bands in the center. The participants alternately take the participants in the confrontation scene into a ring of black canvases and white canvases. A white and black veil measuring 3x5 m is used to cover the dancers. 20 guys in camouflage white suits and 10 guys with machine guns enter the scene. At the end, a red flag with the inscription 1941 is raised)

Presenter 1: “The war has begun...” - it stabbed into the hearts
A terrible poisoned arrow.
And everything in the world changed.
And alarm arose over the country. Presenter 2:
This news covered the sun,
Like a black cloud in a thunderstorm.
The fields suddenly withered, the bells
Startled in the awakened forest.....
(The text of the presenters is heard against the background of the choreographic composition)

Presenter 1:
This news hit like a bomb.
The anger of the people rose in waves.
On this day everyone swore to the grave
Together: Fight the damn war.

Presenter 2: They went into the attack for the truth, for the Fatherland,
For peace, for mother and father, for a good home. To protect from the horrors of fascism
The right to life, which was crumbling all around.

Presenter 1: The regiments are concentrated against us,
The enemy attacked a peaceful country.
White night, the whitest night
Started this black war!
Whether he wants it or not,
And he will get his from the war:
Soon even days, not just nights,
They will become black for him.

Development of action(Children of war)

(the scene of the confrontation ends, a girl in clothes from the 40s comes out, against the backdrop of the orchestral melody “Oh, war, what have you done?” reads:

Girl: It's very cold in the class,
I breathe on the pen,
I lower my head
And I write, I write.
First declension -
Feminine starting with "a"
Immediately, without a doubt,
I deduce - “war”.

(The presenter comes out, holding a doll, against the backdrop of an instrumental melody from the film “Stalingrad”, followed by children with toys)Ved: Much has faded from my memory these days,
but a trifle, a trifle, lives:
lost girl doll
on crossed iron tracks.
The girl screamed and asked
and tore from her mother’s hands, -

she seemed so beautiful
and this doll suddenly became desirable. But no one gave her toys,
and the crowd, hurrying to board,
the doll was trampled by the heating
into liquid flowing mud.
Little one won't believe death
and she won’t understand the separation...
So at least with this tiny loss
the war reached her.

Scene "Children of War"

(The vocal and dance composition “Children of War” is performed. Lyrics of the song:Children of war...They look into the sky with inflamed eyes.Children of war...There is bottomless grief in the little heart.In the heart, like desperate thunder,Leningradsky rattles the metronome.The metronome rattles incessantly. Children of war crowded into open heated vehicles. Children of war x the dead toys were dropped.I will never be able to forgetCrumbs of bread on white snow. Chorus: A fiery whirlwind, a black ravenTrouble struck unexpectedly,Scattered us in all directionsSeparating us from childhood forever... Children of war, children of war...)

Lyrical digression (“…Before and after….”)

(The melody “The girl escorted the soldier to the position” sounds, a soldier in military uniform comes out,

Soldier:

June 22, it was the last day, the last moment that divided life, yours and mine, the lives of millions of people... into “before” and after. Every time I close my eyes, I see the clear outlines of that other life, the life before. Is this really my house, my mother with a jug of milk and a loaf of black bread, the creaking of the gate and...... beloved Katenka. Katya, Katenka, dear... I stretch out my hands and believe that nothing will happen to them if I am alive... they will survive, they will live!

Scene "Dark Night"

Choreographic composition performed by a dance group. On 2 sides of the square there are all children's dance groups with blue scarves.

(against the backdrop of the instrumental melody “We Need One Victory,” the leading soldier continues the narration)

Soldier: We have learned to fight...we are confidently going west and the war is coming with us. At the beginning, the war taught us to retreat...Then the war taught us to stand to death, she commanded “Not a step back” and we stood. We stood on the banks of the Volga and Don. We stood in cold, hungry Leningrad, fought to the death near Kursk and Belgorod, we learned to fight... we drove the fascists from Smolensk and Minsk, Kharkov and Kyiv, Brest and Lvov, each of us began to feel the taste of victory...

Scene “In a sunny clearing”

(All choreographic groups dance with white and red flags, the song “On a Sunny Meadow” is performed by a vocal show studio)Soldier: The heart sings a cheerful song “VICTORY....!!!” Everyone was waiting, everyone knew that this was about to happen, everyone imagined hundreds of times how it would be...

Scene "When the war ends."(Choreographic sketch “When the war ends” performed by a dance group in the center of the square. All choreographic groups line up throughout the square, put their hands on each other’s shoulders, swaying synchronously in different directions)

Soldier: ...And still, Victory took us by surprise. I can’t even believe that she, the long-awaited one, has come and is waiting for you to call her, hug her tightly and say, thank you, dear, that’s it, we’ve fought back, it’s time to go home! Our victory will be called great, because there is no greater work on earth than to bring peace to the world!

Climax ("Victory")

Scene "Victory Day".

(the choreographic group “Movement” is in the center of the square, all the groups are on the sides on both sides. The Victory flag is brought in on roller skates. 20 bundles of red and 5 bundles of white gel balloons are launched into the sky. Golden balls in the center of the square raise a large bundle of golden fabric with a red inscription hologram “MAY 9.” Imported by an athlete on roller skates, the flag of 1945).

Soldier: So again
On the terrestrial planet
That war did not happen again
We need,
So that our children
They remembered this
Together with the soldier: Like us!

Denouement (1. “We don’t want war, we declare peace”, 2. “Orthodox Rus'”)

Scene “Who else if not us”

(The vocal show studio performs the song “Who, if not us.” All groups join in. 20 guys in white camouflage uniforms, 10 guys in military uniforms lead elementary school children by the hands, who have Russian flags in their hands, 5 flags are brought in on roller skates Russian Federation. In the center is the flag of the Russian Federation and the flag of 1945. Children with small flags stand along the alley on both sides, 15 children on each side.)

Soldier:

Everything once fell from its place,

Changed to death run

But the life of a Russian soldier

Every person was saved.

Presenter 1:

My Rus', Beauty, you will be cured of your wounds
Your life will sparkle like a stormy river.
And you will lead the whole World to God’s Truth,
They will call you again, My Rus', Saint!

Scene “Orthodox Rus', Holy Rus'”(dance composition performed by a folk dance group, a fashion theater, two folk groups. Participants of the fashion theater in Russian costumes give flowers to war veterans and home front workers)

Epilogue ("Mother's Weeping Share")

Presenter 1: Bright memory! Who is not with us -
Who didn't return from the battle...
For those who will not be able to see the dawn;
Who became, posthumously, a Hero...

(the song “Mother’s Share” is played. Lyrics of the song: All the songs that we sang flock to our mother. The white birch tree is sleeping in the frosty fog. Why can’t you sleep, dear mother? Why are your eyelashes trembling, dear mother? The old one answers, not with a word, but with a sigh m -mm-mmm My path is overgrown with lichen, moss mm-mmm It’s been a long time since I’ve seen spruce trees frowning For a long time now I’ve heard snowstorms crying Behind the distant hills the soldiers are grieving o-o-o-o-uu Under the distant hills the son-soldiers o-o-o-o-o The snow swirls over them, Eternal memory is fragile, like frost, But there will be no miracles, don’t expect a return A-a-aaa Neither fate nor people will ask for forgiveness A-a-aaa Old age has crept up like a gray wolf, mmm-mmm Only she has left snow and fatigue mmm-mmm This is not a birch tree there in a snowy field This is the mother’s share, the weeping share

Everyone can’t wait for their loved ones

Someone will answer her, who will respond?...

While the song is playing, 9 banners with F.I. are placed in the center of the square. dead soldiers of Kiselev residents. Between them are 120 portraits of fallen Kiselev soldiers. Choreographic groups come out with flowers. The leading soldier, presenter and Soldier's mother walk around the photographs of the winning soldiers. The flag of the Russian Federation and the flag of 1945 are bowing. A banner is placed in the center of the square with the inscription: 5,274 Kiselyov residents did not return from the battlefield.) Presenter: Bright memory! Who is no longer there -
Who didn't return from the battle...
Low bow to you, lying in the ground.
To Fallen Soldiers - Heroes

Voice-over text:

Today is a Great Day. He will forever remain in our memory. Victory Day in the Great Patriotic War. Let us remember the heroes who went through all the circles of hell for you and me. Let us honor the memory of those who gave their lives for their homeland with a minute of silence.

Minute of silence

(After a minute of silence, instrumental music from the film “Stalingrad” (2014) sounds like the leitmotif of the ceremonial performance. Children with flags of the Russian Federation stand on both sides of the alley, participants with portraits line up an honorable living corridor. Banners are carried away from the square)

The ceremony of laying flowers at the monument to the Soldier-Liberator by the residents of Kiselevsk begins, which is opened by the head of the Kiselevsky urban district.

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Production dedicated to the memory of WWII veterans

"Confession of a soldier's heart."

Target: formation of civil-patriotic values, familiarization with the military history of Russia, its military glory.

(Music background 01) ( A WWII veteran sits on a bench and reads a newspaper.

Playing children run in (jump rope, ball, tag). The children throw the ball and it accidentally falls under the feet of the veteran. The children are talking to each other.

1st girl: Look, the old man is sitting.

Boy: Yes, he has awards.

2nd girl: Did you fight?!

1st girl: So this is a veteran of the Great Patriotic War.

Boy: And I know him. He lives in our house.

1st girl: Let's ask him about the war.

2nd girl: Who will go?!

War veteran. Guys, everyone come over.I'll tell you about that war.(Music background 02)

Children, listen
How the nightingales sing in the night...
Children, listen
My story from a war veteran...

It was forty-one years
When enemies attacked Soviet soil.
Those were long, terrible nights and days.

Tons of blood poured out on every part of our land.
Brest, Simferopol, Moscow...how much grief the war brought to everyone.
It is impossible to list everything, it is impossible to note,
There just isn’t enough, no feelings, no leaves.
But while I’m alive and my memory is still alive, I’ll tell you how merciless the war is.

Dramatization based on the novel by B. Vasiliev “Not on the lists.”

Wounded soldier. The second one comes in with a machine gun and sits down tiredly next to the wounded man.

Semishny: We performed our duty honestly. Without sparing yourself. And until the end, until the end. Don't let yourself be killed before you die. The only way. That's the only way, soldier. Correct death by death. The only way.

Pluzhnikov: I have no strength, Semishny. I have no more strength.

Semishny: No strength?! They'll be there in a minute. Now I will give you strength. Unbutton me. A quilted jacket, a tunic – that’s it. Unbuttoned? Put your hand in. Well?! Can you smell the power? Can you hear it?! I've been wearing it since day one. The regimental banner is on me, Lieutenant. I ordered you in his name. He himself lived in his name, chasing death to the last. Now it's your turn. Die, but don’t give it to the Germans. This is not your honor and not mine - this is the honor of our Motherland. Don't sully, Lieutenant.

Pluzhnikov: I won't stain it.

Semishny: Repeat: I swear!

Pluzhnikov: I swear!

Semishny: Never: neither alive nor dead...

Pluzhnikov: Neither alive nor dead...

Semishny: Do not give the battle flag to the enemy...

Pluzhnikov: Battle banner...

Semishny: My Motherland!

Pluzhnikov: My Motherland!

Kneeling down, he kissed the silk of the banner on the sergeant major’s chest.

Semishny: When I die, you will put it on yourself. Don't touch it before. I lived with him, and I want to die with him.

Pluzhnikov: I killed two today. There's a snowstorm outside, convenient.

Semishny: We did not surrender the fortress. They didn't pass.

Pluzhnikov: They didn't pass.And we won’t give up.(Music background 03)

Silence. The foreman slowly slides down, the lights go out...

A beam of light illuminates Pluzhnikov.

Pluzhnikov: I did not surrender the fortress and hid the banner. Let them search, let them search properly in all the casemates. The fortress did not fall: it simply bled to death. I am her last straw.

The spotlight goes out.

Footage from the chronicles of the Young Guards, Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya, (any where girls and boys are brutally killed by punitive forces, burned alive in houses, ditches, etc.)

Veteran. How the mothers cried bitterly,
The wives held the rear.
And in the villages there are punitive forces,
Smoke poisoned andX (Music background 04)

(Scene from the Young Guards)

The lights go out, explosions are heard, light from searchlights, flashes of explosions, German speech. Lyubov Shevtsova and a German soldier appear on stage.

Lyubov Shevtsova: The damn tribe was running around...

They'll give you a moment, they'll give you heat, you bastards!

German soldier: Schnell, schnell.

The Young Guards support Lyubka.

Lyubov Shevtsova: That's a big deal... Well, tell me... I broke my harmonica. What will I do without her? I would whistle for such a Polish girl in a minute!

Young Guard: Oh, Lyuba, they will play on your back and discourage you from playing the accordion.

Lyubov Shevtsova: Yes... You know me very well... Why do you think I’ll be silent to them if they start beating me... I’ll scream at them: Aaaaaah, you bastards, why are you beating Lyubka?

Policeman: What are you yelling about, you fool? Why are you yelling?

Lyubov Shevtsova: You came... Get out of here, you bastard!

He throws a harmonica at the policeman and he disappears behind the door, the laughter of the Young Guards is heard.

Lyubov Shevtsova: Oh, girls, I wish I could eat in a minute...

Klava Kovaleva, crying, rushes to Lyubka, who calms her down

Lyubov Shevtsova: No, I’ll still say this... that no one will break our people... But is there such another people in the world who have such a good soul that can endure so much... But maybe we will all die... But I’m not afraid... Yes I’m not at all scared... That is... I, of course, wouldn’t want to... I would still like to settle accounts with them...With these… (Muz.fon 05)

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Why am I not juice?il, why not liI'm melting

Why am Iioh my godiwithout giving the krill?

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Joking about the dogidoli, on the mountain privithat

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At St.itliix clearimdrown all the grief.(Music background 06)

The lights dim.

Footage from the chronicle of besieged Leningrad.

Veteran. Listen, Do you hear?
Even the fire roared
Not of his own free will, he burned defenseless children...
And, in Leningrad then, the earth was lined with leather,
Children withered from hunger.

What was a hungry ten-year-old boy thinking about in besieged Leningrad, boiling a leather shoe in water, looking at the corpses of his parents? Adult and strong men start the war. And the old people, women and children pay the price.

Who will give them back their childhood?

What do they remember? What can they tell you?Much…(Muz.fon 07)

The footage of the chronicle stops. A beam of light illuminates the small children one by one. The sound of a metronome is heard.

Oleg Nazarov – 5 years.

… When the Germans began to bomb Stalingrad, we were sitting in a destroyed house, the whole family: mom and dad, grandparents, me and my sister. Mom was killed, dad left with the Red Guards. Grandfather and grandmother died of hunger. Aunt took my sister. And my military uncle brought me. Where there were many children, in the Dubovsky orphanage.

Lida Oreshkina – 5 years old.

… We lived with my mother in a settlement. When the Germans arrived, I was with my mother. Once we went with her to buy bread, and a German came out of the gate. He pushed my mother away from me. I was left alone on the street. Mom was taken somewhere. My grandfather took me by the hand, and I lived with him, and then they took me to an orphanage. But I never saw my mother.

Vasya Vasiliev – 5 years old.

… We lived in Beketovka. Dad went to fight the Germans. Mom went to the city. When a German plane dropped a bomb, it hit the carriage where my mother was, and killed her. I had a sister Katya, but I don’t remember where she went.

Musical background.

Boy. What, grandfather, did the soldiers only fight in the war and they all died?

Girl. Were there any wounded? What happened to them then?

Veteran . No, guys, not everyone died. There were many wounded soldiers. The wounded were taken to hospitals. There, doctors, nurses, and sisters fought for their lives. This is what the girls called nurses so affectionately. And, here, ordinary children - schoolchildren - brought joy, a piece of home warmth for the wounded, with their concerts.

1 scene ( music sounds )

Military hospital. There are wounded soldiers in the ward. A doctor and a nurse come in and make a round of patients.

Doctor (Approaches the wounded Markov): So, Comrade Markov, on the 2nd we remove the bandage, (moves further and addresses the nurse) : Transfer the patient to a separate room. I don't like his temperature(leave).

Scene 2

The lights go out (knock on the door)

Markov: Are you the sister?

Nanny Zoya: No, it’s me, Comrade Markov, because today you have to take off the bandage...

Markov: The premiere will not take place, it has been postponed for 10 days. (Waving his hand ) ...So I received a letter, I thought that I could read it myself. He gives the letter to Nanny Zoya and she reads it aloud:

My dear child Pyotr Nikolaevich! There is not that hour, that minute, that I don’t think about you, my dear son. And Petenka, I let a little house live with me. They said she was good, but it turned out to be bad. She herself is an evacuated actress with a parrot, as if there is no war.

Markov: Yes, this is my mother. After all, as she argues, since her son is at the front, then the whole world should tiptoe around!

Nanny Zoya: And rightly so. It’s really not the time to dance and sing when you’re at war!

Markov: Well, Ruslanova should join the artillery, don’t you think? Will you sing for her?

Nanny Zoya: We will sing after the war.(Leaves). Wounded soldiers come in

1 Wounded: Who said that we should give up singing during the war?

2 Wounded: After the battle, the heart asks for music doubly.

(The bugle sounds, the pioneer detachment marches into the ward)

Counselor : Comrades wounded soldiers, today we come to you to show you our small concert.

Markov: Ay, well done guys. How are you on time!

Counselor : And so we begin.

1 reader :

With the one that sounded on all fronts...

In the cold, I get cold how many times

This song warmed us in the dugouts.

Reader 2: 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.

( The song " Dark night")

Dark night, only bullets whistle across the steppe,

Only the wind hums in the wires,

the stars twinkle dimly.

On a dark night, my love, I know you don’t sleep

And at the crib you secretly wipe away a tear.

How I love the depth of your tender eyes,

How I want to press my lips to them now!

The dark night divides us, my love,

And the alarming, black steppe lay between us.

Reader 2: They brought the battalion commander to the medical battalion,
The doctor said: “He won’t live to see the night.”
“I would like a song,” the soldier whispered, “
“I’ve been hungry for songs for a long time!

(The song " Blue handkerchief") A couple is dancing the Waltz

A modest blue handkerchief,
He fell from slumped shoulders.You said you wouldn't forgetAffectionate, joyful meetings.Sometimes night We said goodbye to you...No more late nights!Where are you, handkerchief,Dear, desirable, dear?

Receiving your letters, I hear my dear voice.And between the linesblue scarfHe stands in front of me again.And more than once dreamed about it in the early hours of the morning
Curls in a scarf, blue nights,Sparkles of girl's eyes.

They dance the waltz.

1 reader: I would start my story with a song,

From that simple, secret song,

Which, like a symbol of joy, rushed

Over Warsaw, Budapest, Vienna...

2 reader : On foot and by truck,

Hot day and winter powder

We carried it in a duffel bag

The lightest precious burden...

(Ditties)

Play it, my harmonica,

Yes, to a full turn,

Like Soviet guards

They took the Krauts into circulation.

2. From Moscow to Berlin

The path is narrow,

No matter how Hitler fights,

And the victory is Russian.

Reader 3: I would start my story with a song...

Let the young soldiers know

Like in the harsh pre-dawn hour

The songs were picked up by machine guns.

1 reader: No awards were hung on their chests,

And there were no portraits in the newspaper...

Thrice glorious is their difficult path

And the people who created these songs!

2 reader : In the ranks of youth and old age,

Everyone is tense, everyone is in battle!

In the fight for our homeland.

( A song is being performed « Song of a Frontline Driver"

Through rivers, mountains and valleys,
Through the blizzard, fire and black smokeWe drove cars, avoiding mines,Along front-line roads.

Chorus: Eh, front path,
We are not afraid of any bombing!And it’s too early for us to die,We still have things to do at home!And it’s too early for us to die,We still have things to do at home!

The path for us to Berlin, by the way,
It was, friends, not easy and not quick.We walked days and nights, it was very difficult,But the driver did not abandon the steering wheel.

Chorus: =\\=\\=

Maybe some civilians
This song is a little strange.We won’t forget, no matter where we live,Front-line worn-out roads.

Chorus: =\\=\\=

2nd reader: In serviceyouth and old age,

Everyone is tense, everyone is in battle!

There is no worse rage than rage

In the fight for our homeland.

Counselor: Comrades wounded soldiers, our concert is over. But we want to give you as souvenirs things that will be useful to you at the front.

They hand out gifts (mittens, socks, etc.), line up, sound the bugle, and leave.

Girl. Well, my mother says that the war brought grief to every family.

Boy. Was it that everyone, everyone, and everywhere fought everywhere?

Veteran. No, the war was not everywhere. But she brought grief to many families. Many wives did not wait for their husbands, children - their fathers, mothers - their sons. The war took their lives.

Scene.

A woman comes out with a basin and begins to wash the clothes. A voice is heard from behind the scenes.

Girl Lisa. Aunt Klanya, Aunt Klanya, are you home?

Woman. Who's screaming there? (looks as if out the window). Oh, is that you Lizonka? Come in.

Lisa. Aunt Klanya, my mother sent me to you. She said take this letter away and give it to you. Otherwise, she herself can no longer wear them, her whole soul aches.

Hands a letter to a woman. She takes it, understands that it is a funeral and freezes in place.

Lisa. Aunt Klanya, mom told you to read in front of me and if anything happens, I’ll come running for her.

The woman stands silently.

Lisa. Well, read it quickly. Otherwise, my girlfriends and I gathered to buy strawberries. They are waiting for me outside the gate.

Woman. You run, run Lizonka with your friends. I’ll read it later, I’ll definitely read it.

Lisa. Just you, Aunt Klan, don’t say anything to your mother, otherwise she will scold me.

Woman. He won’t scold you, Lizonka. I won't tell your mom anything.

The girl runs away. The woman silently looks at the funeral.

Son: Mom, are you home? (runs in). Mom, give me some potatoes quickly. The big guys invited me to come with them at night. We will bake potatoes there over a fire.

The mother is silent.

Son: Mom, why are you silent, will you give me some potatoes? (he notices a letter in his mother’s hands, joyfully). Mom folder yes, folder. (the mother is silent, the son begins to understand that this is not a simple letter, he asks with anxiety). A folder? Yes?! A folder?! (runs up to mother and shouts) Folder.a.a.a.a.

Scene.

The son and mother stand silently hugging each other. An elderly woman enters with a candle. He begins to pray silently, only his lips move. Appropriate music plays. The elderly woman stands up and turns into the hall. All concert participants come up.

Without an announcement, the metronome begins to sound. Everyone stands for a moment of remembrance-silence .

Veteran. Rises. He approaches the edge of the stage.

The war cannot be erased from the memory of those whom it scorched. For the sake of children and grandchildren, for the sake of peace on earth, everyone must remember the war, so as not toNot a single bomb fell.(Music background 08)

The lights go out. Photos of elderly people (grandparents) are being designed

1st girl:

We are a generation that did not know war,

We are a generation of great, peaceful everyday life.

Boy:

We are the daughters of the world and we are the sons of the world.

Our path is glorious. And great. And difficult.

2nd girl:

We are the offspring of the newest era

Her consciousness is a new person.

Boy:

An era of peace. A creation of valor

In a cosmic beautiful complex age.

1st girl:

We plow the universal expanse with ships,

And it opens up all the sky-high distances.

All participants:

But we want one thing, only one thing for you,

So that, military, scaryHaven't seen Budin.

(Music background 09 – song Let the children laugh)

We were born in peaceful years.

We are far from a terrible war.

But the more we learn about her,

Our peaceful home is all the more dear to us.

Black sky from a grenade explosion,

Dark clouds, frightened look,

The sun in the smoke choked on tears,

Bombs, shells, blockade in the cold.

Let children rejoice all over the planet

We don't need mom's tears at all.

Let the sun laugh in the sky every day,

If we are together, there will be a world without war, without war.

Scenario for Victory Day, with a touching and heartbreaking story

Daughter. Mom-ah!

Mother. Fighting in the yard again?

Yeah! Mom, but I didn't cry!
I'll grow up and train to be a sailor.
I was already swimming in the bath!

God, not a girl, but trouble!
I have no more strength!

Daughter. Mom, when will I grow up?

Mother. You will grow up. Eat a cutlet.

Daughter. Mom, shall we buy a live horse?

Mother. Horse? Why is this being done?!

Daughter. Mom, will they accept me as a pilot?

If they accept it, where will they go?
You are one of everyone, Satan,
You can shake out your soul!

Mom, is it true that there will be a war?
And I won't have time to grow up?

The soundtrack of Levitan's message about the beginning of the war plays.

Children come out to the tune of the song “Holy War”.

Leading.

On June 22, 1941, the peaceful life of our people was disrupted by the treacherous attack of Nazi Germany. And in order not to end up in fascist slavery, for the sake of saving their homeland, the people entered into mortal combat with a cruel, insidious and merciless enemy. The entire people rose to defend the Motherland.

Student 1

Summer night, at dawn,
Hitler gave the troops an order
And he sent German soldiers
Against all Soviet people.
This means - against us.

Student 2.

He wanted free people
Turn the hungry into slaves
And the stubborn and rebels,
Those who did not fall to their knees,
Exterminate every single one!

Student 3.

He ordered them to destroy
Trampled and burned
Everything that we kept together
They took better care of their eyes,
So that we endure need.
They didn’t dare sing our songs
Near his house,
So that everything is for the Germans,
For foreign fascists.
And for the Russians and for others,
For peasants and workers -
Nothing!

Student 4.

And from sea to sea
The Russian regiments stood up.
We stood united with the Russians
Belarusians, Latvians,
People of free Ukraine,
Both Armenians and Georgians,
Moldovans, Chuvashs -
All Soviet peoples
Against a common enemy
Everyone who loves freedom
And Russia is expensive!

Student 5.

Days and weeks flew by
This was not the first year of war.
Showed himself in action
Our people are heroic.

Student 6.

You can't even tell it in a fairy tale,
Neither words nor pen,
How helmets flew from enemies
Near Moscow and Orel.

Student 7.

Tankers were marching towards the enemy -
For the Motherland!
The ships went into battle -
For the Motherland!
Planes soared into the sky -
For the Motherland!

Leading.

Every day of the Great Patriotic War, lived at the front and behind enemy lines, is a feat of boundless courage and fortitude of the Soviet people.

How can we not remember women? who waited for soldiers from the front and worked in their place in the rear?

Student 1.

Can you really tell me about this?
What years did you live in?
What an immeasurable burden
It fell on women's shoulders!

Student 2.

That morning I said goodbye to you
Your husband, or brother, or son.
And you and your destiny
Left alone.

Student 3.

To you alone, willy-nilly,
But you have to keep up everywhere;
You are alone both at home and in the field.
You are the only one to cry and sing.

Leading.

There was a war, but people continued to work. study, raise their children, enjoy the sun, sang songs not only sad, but also funny.

Ditties

Goebbels praised himself
That he burned Moscow to the ground.
He burned it two hundred times.
And she stands still!

Hitler thought about treating himself
Drink some Tula tea.
In vain, fool, I got lost -
I was scalded by boiling water!

You, anti-aircraft gunner, are young
Don't tell tales
Give me a Henkel,
And then take care!

Fritz has allowance
A flask of schnapps - be healthy.
Coming in full form
Retreats without pants!

Fritz writes to his bride Martha:
“We will capture Moscow in March.”
Martha writes to him like this:
“There was a fool and there is a fool!”

The Germans spent the winter
And they didn’t look at Moscow.
They'll spend another summer
And they won’t even look at Berlin!

Whose is this walking?
Katya, don't you know?
Your friend has arrived from the front,
Are you having a good time?

From Moscow to Berlin
The path is narrow.
No matter how long Hitler came to us,
And the victory is Russian!

It grows under our window
Blue lilac.
We waited for victory
Ninth of May!

Leading.

We did not hear bomb explosions or air raid signals. We didn’t stand around on cold nights to buy bread. We don't know what a funeral is.

But when we ask about the war, we find out that in almost every family someone died, someone went missing, someone was wounded.

A scene is played out.

My boy, how long have I been waiting for you!
And suddenly I heard the call of Victory.
I've already collected everything on the table,
I'm waiting for you, but you're still not there.
All the dust has long since flown away from the bird cherry trees.
My boy, where are you lost?
Our house is already full of friends and acquaintances,
You're the only one left.

Mom, you know it's my fault
I'm to blame for you.
I was about to go back
And suddenly that last battle.
The battle was after the war,
But the Krauts did not know this.
Everyone's nerves are raw,
That's probably why I fell.
I died, mom, forgive me,
Stay at the gate for me.
And if Varya asks me,
Say that love is not a mistake.

My boy, don’t go, wait!
Let's choose a different path.
Let the other one die in that last battle,
Let him leave his love.

Oh, mom, the other one - after all, he is my brother,
He is also not guilty of anything.
Since it fell to me to fall in the last battle,
So I will take away my love.
Forgive me, mom!

Student 4.

How sad it is for us to stand at the obelisks
And see grieving mothers there!
We bow our heads low.
Prostration for your sons!

Leading.

Now let's honor the memory of the victims with a minute of silence.

Student 5.

The war has passed, the trouble has passed,
But pain calls to people.
Let's people never forget about this!
May her memory be eternal
They keep about this torment,
And the children of today's children,
And our grandchildren's grandchildren.

Student 6.

May dawn again. Silence.
Sixty years of our glorious Victory.
Sixty years since the war was killed!

Student 7.

For the sake of happiness and life in the world,
For the sake of the soldiers who fell then,
Let there be no war on the planet
(All in chorus)
Never!
Never!
Never!

The song “Sunny Circle” is performed.

Scenario for Victory Day "Malchish-Kibalchish"

KIBALCHISH (listens): What is this?
FATHER: There's a thunderstorm somewhere, Kibalchish.
KIBALCHISH: Why did you smell smoke?
FATHER: Shepherds light fires.
KIBALCHISH: Father, this is not...
FATHER (does not allow him to finish): No. Let's go home. Tomorrow early to work.

A MESSENGER appears. He goes to the middle of the stage and shouts into the audience:

MESSENGER: Hey, get up! Trouble came from where we didn't expect it! The damned bourgeois attacked us from behind the Black Mountains. Again bullets are whistling, again shells are exploding. Our troops are fighting the bourgeoisie, and messengers are rushing to call for help from the Red Army. There are many bourgeois, but few of us. There are clouds of bullets in the field, thousands of shells hitting the squads! Hey, get up, let's help!

The MESSENGER leaves. THE FATHER gets up.

FATHER: Well... I sowed rye thickly - apparently, you will have to harvest a lot. Well... I lived my life well... and you, Malchish, will have to live well for me, apparently.

He goes behind the curtain and immediately returns with a rifle, a pipe, and an overcoat.

KIBALCHISH: I'll go with you!
FATHER: You are still too young to fight.
KIBALCHISH: Father!
FATHER: The commander's order is the law.

KIBALCHISH lowers his head. THE FATHER notices this and approaches

KIBALCHISHU, takes him by the shoulders.
FATHER: Goodbye, Malchish... You are left alone... Cabbage soup in the cauldron, a loaf on the table, water in the keys, and your head on your shoulders... Live as best you can, but don’t wait for me. In war they always kill... Didn't you know? And that's not the worst thing...
KIBALCHISH: Father... What is the worst thing in war?
FATHER: Treason. There is nothing scarier than her. You remember this.
KIBALCHISH: I'll remember... What does a soldier need to win?
FATHER: Faithful comrades... Yes, plenty of cartridges.
KIBALCHISH: And I will remember this. What else?
FATHER: It’s good to have a soldier’s ingenuity.
KIBALCHISH: Well, yes!... And also?
FATHER: May your head work well and your heart passionately love your native land. Do you know how to fight? To help the common cause...our freedom better and more. Understood?
KIBALCHISH: Father understands.

THE FATHER turns to leave, but sees KIBALCHISH following him. Then the FATHER turns again.

FATHER: Kibalchish!
KIBALCHISH: Yes, father!
FATHER: Listen carefully. You will take my pipe. It was not in vain that I taught you to play. The pipe seems to be magical... Believe it, believe it. So... Early in the morning you go out through the dew and honk with it... And every night you go out and honk again... Like this... (plays)

A shell explodes. KIBALCHISH looks around in fear.

FATHER: Listen to me, Kibalchish!
KIBALCHISH: I'm listening, father!
FATHER: This signal of yours will fly over the fields, over the high mountains, soar into the sky, and fly to the Red Army... This mission is military and secret. So there is great hope for you. Do you understand, Kibalchish?
KIBALCHISH: (takes the pipe, stands with his head bowed in front of his father, speaks quietly) Got it, father.

THE FATHER moves away two steps, then returns, hugs KIBALCHISH, presses him to himself, and then, without looking back, quickly leaves.

KIBALCHISH returns from the middle of the stage to the place where he and his father were sitting. Sits down. The shells are still exploding, and maybe even a little closer. A MESSENGER appears - in a torn overcoat, with a bandaged hand. He speaks to the audience:

MESSENGER: Hey, get up! And there are shells, but the arrows are beaten. And there are rifles, but there are few fighters. And help is close, but there is no strength. Hey, get up, who's still left! If only we could stand the night and hold out for the day!

The MESSENGER leaves, and KIBALCHISH presses the trumpet to his lips and blows. BOYS come running at the signal. (BAD with them)

KIBALCHISH: Hey, Boys! Little boys! Trouble has come - the enemy has attacked us! Bullets are whistling and shells are exploding everywhere! And our fathers and brothers, mothers and sisters... (barely audible) They died... Why should we now, boys, still only play with sticks and jump ropes? Or should we, boys, sit and wait for the bourgeoisie to take us into their damned bourgeoisie?
BOYS: (desperately) We are not afraid of the bourgeois! Beat the damned! Long live freedom!

Office of the CHIEF BURZHUIN. He himself sits at the table, with the 1st and 2nd BURGEUINS standing at attention in front of him. Behind the CHIEF BURGEOUIN, soldiers stood at attention.

CHIEF BURZHUIN: Well, bourgeois, have you achieved victory?
1ST BURZHUIN: We defeated all the men and old people...
2ND BURZHUIN: And women too.
1ST BURZHUIN: It was our victory, but Malchish-Kibalchish rushed to their aid, and we still can’t cope with him.
CHIEF BURGEUIN: What?! Could it be that you couldn’t cope with Malchish? Catch Kibalchisha! Was my order posted?
1ST BURZHUIN: They hung it up. A thousand coins for the head of everyone who opposes us. On every house.

The trumpet is playing.

1ST BURGEUIN: (whispering) This is him.
CHIEF BURGEUIN: Who is he?
1ST BURZHUIN: Kibalchish. This is his pipe...
2ND BURZHUIN: Maybe she really is magical? Maybe she's calling... the Red Army... Tanks... Guns... Planes... Budyonny's Cavalry...
CHIEF BURZHUIN: If you say this again... about Red... I’ll kill you!
1ST BURZHUIN: It’s difficult with Kibalchish... In him lives... a malicious... Very contagious... spirit of freedom.
CHIEF BURGEUIN: Be silent! Catch Kibalchisha and destroy him!

A frightened BAD GUY timidly enters.

1ST BURZHUIN: Search! Who let you in? Attention!...

The soldiers snap to attention. The bad guy doesn't understand what they want from him.

2ND BURZHUIN: Attention! Who do they tell?

BAD GUY snaps to attention.

1ST BURZHUIN: Who are you?
BAD GUY: (stammering in fear) P-l-o-h-i-sh.
2ND BURZHUIN: What do you want?
BAD GUY: Here he comes... (Puts his hand in his pocket)

BURGEUINS shy away to the sides. (They fall, they crawl away)

BAD GUY: (pulls out an order from his pocket) A thousand coins... You promise for Kibalchish...

BOURGUINS stand up. THE CHIEF BURGEUIN crawls out from under the table.

BOURGUINS: (at once) Well?
BAD GUY: I...really...want to! These coins...
BOURGUINS: (interrupting each other) Where is he? His pipe? Did you bring it? Bring it here! Security!
BAD GUY: (embarrassed) Will you give me some coins? Won't you deceive me?
1ST BURZHUIN: Let's report honestly.
BAD: Kibalchish is the son of a trumpeter... His father is at war.
2ND BURZHUIN: Have you heard about this one?
BAD GUY: Well...
1ST BURZHUIN: In short. Where is Kibalchish now?
BAD GUY: What do you want... Look, you cunning ones... Put down the coin.
2ND BURZHUIN: What a grabber. For such a small betrayal - so many coins.
1ST BURZHUIN: At your age I only learned letters, and you learned a thousand coins. (To everyone) When he grows up, he will be a bandit.
2ND BURZHUIN: And so he’s already a bandit. (Pulls out a whip and swings at the BAD GUY): Tell me, where is Kibalchish?
BAD GUY: (whines) What about a thousand?
1ST BURGEUIN: (advancing towards the BAD GUY) Speak!
BAD GUY: I'll tell you!... I'll say everything, guys! They went to the mountains. Towards the Red Army...
2ND BURZHUIN: Aren't you lying?
1ST BURZHUIN (Raises his hand) Then we...
CHIEF BURGEUIN: Leave! Bad guy over friend... (pats Bad guy on the shoulder) Let's find a common language. Quietly! (1st BURZHUIN, 2nd BURZHUIN and PLOKHISH stand at attention) Attention! I'm reading out the order! Appoint Bad Guy as the main traitor. And the rebel Kibalchish... Arrest!

He gets up and leaves. The bourgeoisie bring Bad Guy to the middle of the stage
.
1ST BURZHUIN: So it is. Let's go tonight. (Gives Bad Guy a bottle) This is a sleeping pill. They drink... They fall asleep... And here we are!
2ND BURZHUIN: And Kibalchish is in our hands.
BAD GUY: I'm b-b-b-afraid...

Night. Glade. Bonfire. BOYS are sleeping by the fire. Only the SENTRY and KIBALCHISH are awake.

SENTRY: Kibalchish... are you awake?
KIBALCHISH: No.
SENTRY: The pistol, oh, so heavy! I pulled my whole arm away.
KIBALCHISH: And you put it on the ground.
SENTRY: What if they are bourgeois?
KIBALCHISH: Then you will grab him.
SENTRY: No, it's not supposed to be that way. Eh, it’s a pity that a person doesn’t have a cat’s eyes, otherwise they would see everything in the dark... Really, Kibalchish?
KIBALCHISH: True.

THE BAD GUY appears from the edge of the stage. He has a bottle in his hands. He tries to crawl up to the sleeping BOYS and quietly place a bottle, but the SENTRY notices something.

SENTRY: Who's there?
BAD: It's me, guys... Bad...

KIBALCHISH turns around.

KIBALCHISH: Bad guy?
BAD: You don’t recognize your own?
KIBALCHISH: I didn’t recognize it right away... What’s wrong with you? Were you beaten?...
BAD GUY: (quickly) No... He fell when he was chasing you...
KIBALCHISH: Why are you dressed... in all black?
BAD GUY: So that the bourgeoisie don’t catch me in the dark.
SENTRY: (notices someone) Stop, whoever is coming! I will shoot! (raises the gun)
BAD GUY: What are you doing?
SENTRY: Over there... I saw big glasses and a knife flashed.
BAD: It's an eagle owl. And the knife is his beak.
SENTRY (guilty) And that's right - an owl. Look what his eyes are like. And I was scared...
KIBALCHISH (BAD) It’s good that you came... Otherwise guys...
BAD GUY (scared) What, guys?
KIBALCHISH: We were worried about you.
BAD GUY: (surprised) About me?
KIBALCHISH: About you... They wanted to come back... We thought that maybe you needed our help.
SENTRY: Kibalchish... And what is the worst thing in war? Well, the very best...
BAD: Are you scared?.. Kibalchish, he was scared, scared!
KIBALCHISH: (QUIETLY BAD) Don’t do that... (Loudly to the Sentinel) Why do you need this?
SENTRY (embarrassed) Well... to get ready.
KIBALCHISH: Father said that it was treason... (Suddenly) I had a dream today that one of the boys became a traitor...
SENTRY: Of the boys - a traitor?... What are you doing!
KIBALCHISH: And we were all arrested. And my father’s pipe ended up with the damned bourgeoisie.
BAD GUY: Maybe you dreamed of someone's face?... Of us?... (Gets up, retreats) And do you suspect anyone?
KIBALCHISH: I don’t suspect anyone and I don’t believe in dreams.
BAD GUY: (Sits down, joyfully) And you’re doing the right thing.
SENTRY: Kibalchish... And if you knew that there would be betrayal, what would you do then?!
KIBALCHISH: I would live the same way... I would fight with the bourgeoisie and be a loyal comrade.
SENTRY: Kibalchish, it’s good that you have a magic trumpet... As soon as you blow it, I immediately stop being afraid of the bourgeoisie and my strength increases.
KIBALCHISH: And this is what a soldier needs to win - to have more strength.
BAD GUY (yawns) I'm tired...
SENTRY: Get some sleep. Rest... And I'll keep watch.
BAD GUY: It's not time to sleep now... (takes out a bottle) I'll drink spring water... It's alive... (KIBALCHISH) You have a magic pipe, I have living water. Who has what... After it you don’t want to sleep at all... (Pretends to drink)
SENTRY: Our... key?! That's great! Bad guy, give me a sip.
BAD GUY: On... (hands the bottle to the sentry)
SENTRY: (Drinks) For some reason it’s bitter...
BAD: It seemed to you... Kibalchish, won't you drink?...
KIBALCHISH: (Takes a bottle) And you, Plokhish, have become kind. This is good. (Puts the bottle to his lips)
SENTRY: What... (slides to the ground, falls asleep)

Unable to bear it, the bourgeoisie rush at the BOYS from all sides. General dump. The BAD GUY does not participate in the dump. KIBALCHISH quietly slips out of the dump and runs away.
The BOURGUINS finally grabbed the BOYS, and only then did they see that KIBALCHISH had slipped away.

1ST BURZHUIN: Kibalchish!
2ND BURZHUIN: They missed it!
1ST BURZHUIN: Hold Kibalchish.

(Nobody moves)

BOYS: Beat the bourgeois! You won't catch Kibalchish! (In response, Kibalchish’s trumpet begins to play) Hurray! Kibalchish is alive! Long live freedom!...

On the stage, on a burnt tree, hangs the order of the BURZHUINS. KIBALCHISH appears. Looks around carefully. He approaches the tree and reads.

KIBALCHISH: What did they come up with!... (Reads aloud) "Troublemaker... Kibalchish... If he does not appear at the commandant's office... then all the hostages - boys! - will be shot!" (Freezes in deep sadness) What should I do?... (Lies on the ground, puts his ear to the ground, listens) No!... Red Aria is not coming... That means they haven’t heard my signal yet... And Here the boys die!... Or maybe this pipe is not magic at all? Maybe my father came up with all this to save me?... I’ll go to the commandant’s office and say: “Here I am, Kibalchish, grab me, arrest me, but don’t touch the boys!...” And if the pipe is suddenly magical... Then I will not carry out the military order!... What should I do?!

Someone's footsteps are heard. KIBALCHISH is hiding. It turns out BAD. He is neatly dressed and chewing, apparently something tasty, although he looks sad. He doesn’t notice the KIBALCHISH. And he sees him and already wants to call out, but for some reason he doesn’t call out... THE BAD GUY leaves. From somewhere in the distance the song of bourgeois soldiers can be heard.

Enter the formation of bourgeois soldiers, 1st BURZHUIN, 2nd BURZHUIN. They are escorted by the SENTRY Boy. He is handcuffed and his shirt is torn.

1st BURZHUIN: Stay where you are!

The soldiers stop. The 1st BURZHUIN drags the sentry to a tree, removes the handcuffs from him, and ties him up. KIBALCHISH, hiding, watches.

2nd BURZHUIN: Well, tell me, where is Kibalchish?

THE SENTRY is silent.

1st BURZHUIN: Rifles to the shoulder!

The soldiers raise their rifles, the SENTRY closes his eyes.

2nd BURZHUIN: He closed his eyes. Fears.

The sentry opens his eyes.

1st BURZHUIN: Well? Made it up?

The sentry is silent.

2nd BURZHUIN: In vain. A person has one life... You know how scary it is when they kill.
SENTRY (suddenly) I'm... the bourgeoisie... anyway... I'm not afraid of you. (Turns away)
1st BURZHUIN: Aim!...
2nd BURZHUIN: He doesn’t fall to his knees... He doesn’t ask for mercy... What an agitator!
1st BURZHUIN: Now it will fall. And it won't rise again.
SENTRY: (raises his head) Goodbye Kibalchish! Avenge the damned bourgeois for me!
2nd BURZHUIN: On a live target!
SENTRY: Eh, Kibalchish! If you had heard me, you would have come for me. Eh, Kibalchish? Is it true?!
VOICE OF KIBALCHISH: (Like thunder from a clear sky): I hear you!
SENTRY: Kibalchish!
BOURGUINS (at once) Where is he?... Kibalchish?... Grab him! In all-round defense!
KIBALCHISH: (Coming out) Here I am!
1st BURZHUIN: With a pipe!!
2nd BURZHUIN: And with a pistol! I told! I told! He loves his comrades!...
KIBALCHISH: (To the sentry) Well, here we are together again.
SENTRY: Kibalchish, why are you doing this?.. Why?.. Give them a pipe? It would be better if you blew the trumpet, everyone would get scared, and you and I would fly away...
KIBALCHISH: (affectionately) You and I would fly away... But what about the rest?.. Our boys?...
SENTRY: Right. I didn't even think...

Office of the CHIEF BURZHUIN. He himself sits at the table. In his hands is a KIBALCHISH trumpet. He tries to play it, but nothing comes of it. Enter the 1st and 2nd BURZHUINS.

CHIEF BURGEUIN: (Nods at the pipe) Have you tried everything?
BOURGUINS: That's it.
CHIEF BURGEUIN: Nothing worked out?
BOURGUINS: Nothing.
CHIEF BURGEUIN: The Red Army... is preparing to march!
BOURGUINS: (Frightened) How?... Where?.. When?... What to do?
CHIEF BURGEUIN: It's not too late! Take on Kibalchish! Torture him! Strike! Be tricky with him! Promise him mountains of gold! We need to snatch their main secret from his throat... from his heart. At any cost!

The bourgeoisie are silent in fear.

CHIEF BURZHUIN: Why did forty kings and forty kings fight with the Red Army, fight, fight, and then they themselves were defeated? Or are our guns and rifles worse? Or do we have less ammunition and shells?

The bourgeoisie are silent in fear.

CHIEF BURGEUIN: Why do we have gendarmes standing on all corners of every city - we are guarded and the prisons are all full, but we have no peace either on a bright day or on a dark night?

The bourgeoisie are silent in fear.

CHIEF BURGEOUIN: Why is it that in my High Bourgeoisie and in another - the Plain Kingdom, and in the third - the Snowy Kingdom, and in the fourth - the Sultry State, on the same day in early spring, and on the same day, in late autumn, people on different languages, but they sing the same songs, in different hands, but they carry the same banners, in different words, but they say the same speeches, and in different deeds, but they do the same things?

The bourgeoisie are silent in fear.

CHIEF BURGEUIN: So, bourgeois, give this secretive Malchish-Kibalchish the most terrible torment that there is in the world, and find out the Military Secret from him, because we will have neither peace nor life without this important Secret.

The bourgeoisie are leaving.

CHIEF BURZHUIN: (takes up the trumpet): After all, if you called the Red Army when Kibalchish played for you, then now you will call our army - the bourgeois one, when I - your new master - play? (Rejoices at his discovery) Magical... Golden... Well, play it! Well, give me the strength so that I can defeat the Red Army!... So that I can snatch this revolutionary spirit out of them! So that there will never be freedom anywhere!.. So that the rich are rich, and the poor are poor... So that everyone knows their place! May power reign over the world! (Carefully brings the trumpet to his lips, you can see how he believes in its magic, how he wants it to play. He blows - no result. He blows even harder - silence again. Screams) Damned! (Throws the pipe) I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I'll burn it!! I will destroy you! (He picks up the pipe, looks at it hesitantly, then quietly) Sorry... It's your own fault...

Jail. There are BOYS behind bars. Suddenly, bourgeois soldiers bring and push KIBALCHISH into the cell.

BOYS: Kibalchish?! Where are you from? Did they catch you?! Where is your pipe? Kibalchish! Kibalchish!
SENTRY: Nobody caught him. He gave himself up to save me.
BOYS: By yourself?!
KIBALCHISH: And our Sentinel is a hero! They aimed their rifles at him... They're about to go off. And he is silent.
SENTRY: I was scared... I would have shouted, but my voice was gone... I would have cried, but for some reason there were no tears... And then suddenly Kibalchish jumps out and the pipe is with him.
KIBALCHISH: (Notices BAD GUY) You?! Here?
BAD: Where should I be?
KIBALCHISH: Yesterday I was walking down the street... Suddenly I saw you...
BAD GUY: (scared) Me?!
KIBALCHISH: Well, yes.
BAD GUY: (retreats to the door) What are you... I was in solitary confinement...
KIBALCHISH: I caught up with you... I see...

BAD GUY is scared to death.

KIBALCHISH: ...I made a mistake.

BAD GUY sighs with relief.

KIBALCHISH: So this is what you turn out to be...
BAD GUY: Which one?
KIBALCHISH: Unhappy...
BAD GUY: Why have fun... We're lost.
BOYS: What will happen now?
-No pipe!..
-The Red Army will not hear us!

KIBALCHISH: Boys, why are you hanging your noses? We will still defeat the damned bourgeoisie. They will run away from us, only their heels will sparkle!..

THE BOYS look at KIBALCHISH incredulously.

KIBALCHISH: (cheerfully) And we’ll live as before. We'll go to school... We'll build houses... We'll grow up... We'll get married...

THE BOYS smile uncertainly.

KIBALCHISH: We will have children like us...

THE BOYS laugh.

SENTRY: How will we defeat the damned bourgeois?
KIBALCHISH: How? What are we, boys, given the soldier's ingenuity for?
SENTRY: Soldier's ingenuity? And what is it?
KIBALCHISH: (smiles slyly): If you have a soldier’s ingenuity, my father taught, then your head thinks well! Do we have a good head?...
BOYS: (more cheerful) He understands!
-I got an A in reading!..
-And I have arithmetic!..
-And I have a good memory!..
-And I’m resourceful!..
-And I'm risky!..
KIBALCHISH: Well!.. And our hearts passionately love our homeland?..
SENTRY: It's hot.
KIBALCHISH: Our native forests and fields?.. Dear home?.. The memory of our fathers and brothers?.. Mothers and sisters?..
BOYS: Very hot.
KIBALCHISH: Well, then listen to me carefully!.. Are you saying we don’t have a pipe?.. Yes... No. .. The damned bourgeoisie has it... And what are our voices for?.. (Looks at everyone) We have loud, strong, free voices! We will sing a song and it will fly to the Red Army!

Kibalchish starts a song, the BOYS pick it up. 1st BURZHUIN and SOLDIERS burst in.

1st BURZHUIN: Be silent! Stop it!

They fire into the air. Suddenly the BOYS quiet down in fear, they saw something. The SOLDIERS make way in respect and the 2ND BURZHUIN comes out.

2ND BURZHUIN: Hello... Kibalchish-sh-sh... How are you feeling? Have you rested?
KIBALCHISH: (squints into the light) Who is that talking to me there?.. I don’t see.
SENTRY: Yes, these are damned bourgeois!
2ND BURZHUIN: Kibalchish! I want to tell you good news! We are letting you and your boys go on all fours.
KIBALCHISH: Fresh legend!
2ND BURZHUIN: But first, Kibalchish, you must guess three riddles and answer one of our questions.
KIBALCHISH: We know your riddles... You are trying in vain... We have not betrayed our homeland and will not betray it. (Looks carefully at the BAD GUY, the BAD GUY cannot stand his gaze and lowers his eyes) Right, boys?
SENTRY: Right.
1st BURZHUIN: Then we will shoot you all for disobedience to the authorities.
KIBALCHISH: (Thinks, then winks at the BOYS): Well, okay. Give us your riddles and your question.
2ND BURZHUIN: Tell me why all our prisons are full, and all the penal servitudes are packed, and all the gendarmes are on the corners, and all the troops are on their feet, but we don’t...
KIBALCHISH: (picks up) Peace neither on a bright day nor on a dark night? Because you bourgeoisie don’t work yourselves, but you take everything from others!..
2ND BURGEUIN: Tell me why in my High Bourgeoisie, and in another - the Plain Kingdom, and in the third - the Snowy Kingdom, and in the fourth - the Sultry State on the same day, in early spring, and on the same day, in late autumn, in different languages, but the same songs are sung, in different hands, but the same banners are carried, in different words...
KIBALCHISH: (Picks up) ...but they say the same speeches, do different things, but do the same things?
BOYS: It's the First of May!...
-And the Seventh of November!...
KIBALCHISH: Because we are all together, although we live in different countries. And against you!
2ND BURZHUIN: Why did forty kings and forty kings fight and fight with the Red Army...
KIBALCHISH: But they just crashed? Because our cause is just!
BOYS: Hurray!
-All three of our riddles!
-Our victory!
-Let us out of prison!
2ND BURZHUIN: Be silent! Mol-a-a-a-t!! Fire! Pli-i-i!

THE BOURGUINS shoot, drowning out the screams of the BOYS. Then the smoke clears - BOYS stand pale and silent.

1ST BURZHUIN: What, were you scared?
2ND BURZHUIN: And there’s another puzzling question ahead! If you don't answer, you'll go to jail!

Silence. The BOYS became despondent again.

KIBALCHISH: Okay, let's give you your puzzling question.
2ND BURZHUIN: Tell me, how does your trumpet play?

The bourgeois leaned forward, wanting to know the innermost secret.

KIBALCHISH: Very simple...
BAD GUY: (involuntarily) Be careful... Kibalchish!... (Freezes)
BOURGUINS (at once) Who said?

The SOLDIERS grab the BAD GUY and drag him to the middle of the stage.

BAD GUY: (Yelling) I accidentally! I won’t do it again!.. Honestly!... Guys!
KIBALCHISH: Stop. Don't touch the BAD GUY. I'll show you everything.
2ND BURZHUIN: Leave it alone!

THE SOLDIERS abandon the BAD GUY.

KIBALCHISH: Give me the trumpet.
1ST BURZHUIN: Risky. It will fly away.
2ND BURZHUIN: Tell us this. No pipe.
KIBALCHISH: Okay... I'll tell you the whole truth... Only... you let all the boys go first!
2ND BURZHUIN: What did you want! I'll rot! To powder!
KIBALCHISH: And then you will not see the secret like your ears.
2ND BURGEUIN (furious) Okay... Well!

The 1st BURZHUIN opens the prison door.

BOYS: Kibalchish!
-We won't leave without you!
-We are together until the end!
-We are with you, Kibalchish!
KIBALCHISH: Eh, boys! Wasn’t it I who taught you soldier’s ingenuity? Or you have already forgotten about it. Or is it unclear to you boys what you need to do when you are free?

THE SENTRY slowly approaches Kibalchish.

THE SENTRY raises his head.

KIBALCHISH: Now you will remember me forever!
BOYS: Let's remember!
KIBALCHISH: (takes the SENTRY by the shoulders with both hands) And I will never forget you. And in war they always kill. And that's not the worst part.
SENTRY: And the worst thing is betrayal?
KIBALCHISH: (Looks at the BAD GUY) She's damned! OK. Have a nice trip. Go...

THE BOYS, often looking back at KIBALCHISH, leave.

KIBALCHISH: (BAD) Why don’t you leave?
BAD: Can I?
KIBALCHISH: (Looking sharply at the BAD GUY) It’s necessary!

THE BAD GUY rushed towards the exit.

2ND BURZHUIN: No!
KIBALCHISH: Yes!
1ST BURZHUIN: We are in his hands.
2ND BURZHUIN: Go...
KIBALCHISH: Now... come tomorrow morning.
2ND BURZHUIN: What?
KIBALCHISH: Before his death, my father taught me a lot... He said, you, Kibalchish, when you meet your enemies, remember that they are cunning and corrupt. I'm telling you all about the pipe, and you're sending the boys back to prison? So it turns out? Tomorrow they will be safe, then...

THE 2ND BURZHUIN stamps his foot in rage, wants to say something, then finds no words, spits, turns sharply and leaves. SOLDIERS quietly follow him.
KIBALCHISH is one. He presses himself against the bars, hums his favorite song... ("Trumpeter" -? "Drummers" -?) Then a BAD GUY sneaks up on him from the edge of the stage.

BAD: Kibalchish!
KIBALCHISH: You?! Where are the boys?
BAD GUY: Far away... They are making their way towards the Red Army. I brought you a pipe. Here she is!

He extends the pipe.

KIBALCHISH: How did you get it?
BAD GUY: Came back... To save you. I decided to pretend to be a traitor... I tell them, without me you won’t be able to cope with Kibalchish. He and I, I say, are old friends. They took the bait, so I’ll come to you. Come on now, play the trumpet, we will have more strength, we will break the bars and fly away to the boys.
KIBALCHISH: Why do you need to add strength? To make it easier to betray?
BAD GUY: What are you doing? Who are you talking about? I brought you the pipe, I risked my life. And you?
KIBALCHISH: You sold yourself for a thousand coins.
BAD GUY: Who told you that? Bourgeois? And did you believe it?
KIBALCHISH: I guessed it myself. It wasn't difficult. It's just scary. My father warned me about treason.
BAD: Kibalchish... What should I do now?
KIBALCHISH: Go away.
BAD GUY: I'm saving you! Brought a pipe. And you? Well, sit down. You still won't be able to get out without me.
KIBALCHISH: And I don’t want to get out of it with your help.
BAD GUY: But I will live, and you will die!
KIBALCHISH: What kind of life will you have?
BAD GUY: Okay, Kibalchish... Play... Save yourself. Run away. And I will stay here and die.
KIBALCHISH: I won’t run away anywhere. My trumpet is not a magic one. The most ordinary. For me it's just magical. Like a memory of my father. And so she is ordinary.
BAD GUY: (Shocked) Ordinary?
KIBALCHISH: Ordinary.
BAD GUY: And it doesn’t add strength?
KIBALCHISH: No.
BAD: What were you counting on when you gave up?
KIBALCHISH: I didn’t count on anything. I had to save the boys. That's all.
BAD GUY: They'll kill you!

KIBALCHISH doesn't listen - he plays.

BAD GUY: Don't play! No need for kibalchish! They will come and kill you! It’s better to sit quietly, and I’ll hide the pipe for now. There is only one night left to hold out until the Red Army arrives.
KIBALCHISH: (Interrupts the game) It would be good to hold out. But at what cost?
BAD GUY: Just pretend you're for them. For a while. How am I, huh?
KIBALCHISH: Do you think it’s possible to betray for a while? Oh you, Bad guy... (Plays even louder)
BAD: Don't, Kibalchish! Do not play! Give me the pipe! Give it back!!!

BOURGUINS run out.

BAD GUY: Aaah! No! No need! Better than me!..

The bad guy slides down the bars. The bad guy is dragged away, and the BURGEUINS shoot. KIBALCHISH falls. From afar, a loud “Hurray” and the trampling of horses approaches like an echo. The bourgeoisie run away in the direction opposite to the direction of the sound, occasionally shooting back. A RED ARMY MEMBER appears on the empty stage. He comes to the middle of the stage, smiles, then turns around and notices KIBALCHISH. He approaches him and pulls his cap off his head. He picks up KIBALCHISH in his arms. Carries to the left edge of the proscenium. Puts it down.

BOYS run in.

BOYS: Hurray! Victory!
RED ARMY: Quiet. The boy is alone here... He fell asleep.
SENTRY: (Notices Kibalchish) Kibalchish! Kibalchish! Wake up!

But then he sees a red spot on Kibalchish’s chest and recoils.

RED ARMY: Where is his mother?
SENTRY: She was killed in civilian life.
RED ARMY: Where is his father?
SENTRY: Died fighting the damned bourgeois.
RED ARMY MEMBER: And who will you be to him?
SENTRY: Comrades.

THE BOYS pick up the KIBALCHISH and carry it to the far right corner of the stage. On the stage, in the middle, there is one RED ARMY. While they are carrying him, the song “Trumpeter” sounds, verses 4 and 5. When the song ends the RED ARMY says:

RED ARMY MEMBER: And Malchish-Kibalchish was buried on a green hillock near the Blue River. And they placed a big red flag over the grave.

The BOYS return, already wearing pioneer ties, and stand on both sides of the RED ARMY.
RED ARMY: The ships are sailing...
RED ARMY: The pilots are flying by...
BOYS: (in unison) Hello Boy!
RED ARMY: Steam locomotives will run by...
BOYS: (in unison) Hello Boy!
RED ARMY MEMBER: And the pioneers will pass...
BOYS: (in unison) Salute to the Boy! (Firework)

A song is playing.

Scenario for celebrating Victory Day at school

But there is one holiday - the most important
And spring brings it to us.
Victory Day is solemn, glorious,
The whole country celebrates it.
(song pg. “When veterans go to the parade” lyrics and music by M.V. Sidorova - sing standing in a semicircle).
1st child "No!" - we declare to war,
To all evil and black forces.
The grass should be green
And the sky is blue.
2nd child We need a colorful world.
And we will all be glad
When they disappear on earth
All bullets and shells.
3rd child I want all the guys
We've always been friends
And under our peaceful sky
Cities have been reborn.
4th child The sun is shining, the smell of bread,
The forest is noisy, the river, the grass.
It's good under peaceful skies
Hear kind words!
5th child Good in winter and summer,
On an autumn and spring day
Enjoy the bright light
Resonant peaceful silence.
(Song page of the speech group “Messengers of Spring” music. And lyrics by M.V. Sidorova - after the song they sit down)
Ved. It was a difficult, cruel time. The enemies attacked unexpectedly and began bombing peaceful cities. Buildings collapsed and civilians died.
Soldiers went to the front to defend our country, our people. In the first days of the war, a song was written that raised everyone who loves their Motherland to fight. The song is called "Holy War". And this song sounds stern, solemn and strict. Listen to this song.
(children listen to the song “Holy War”, music by A.V. Alexandrov, lyrics by V.I. Lebedev-Kumach)
Ved. Guys, let's spite the weather
Let's embrace the planet with our round dance,
Let's scatter clouds and smoke over it,
We won’t let anyone offend her!
(individual performance of the song “Big Round Dance” by B. Savelyev by children from the middle class)
Ved. (brings in a globe). Children, look how small the globe is, there is a place for everyone: people, animals, water, fish, forests, and fields. We must take care of this fragile planet, it is our home. And for this, all people on earth need to live in peace.
Let's save the planet
There is nothing like it in the entire universe.
All alone in the whole universe,
What will she do without us?

Let's be friends with each other.
Like a bird with the sky, like the wind with a meadow.
Like a sail with the sea, grass with the rains,
How the sun is friends with all of us!
Children, what do you think, who in our time protects peace throughout the entire earth, who will protect us at any moment, who is ready to give their life for their Motherland? (soldiers). Of course the soldiers. Boys, do you want to become soldiers? (Yes). But to become a soldier,
There's a lot to know
Be agile and skillful
Very dexterous, strong, brave!
Reb. (wed.gr.) When I grow up,
I'm going to serve in the army!
Who's with me, come here,
Come out, kids!
(children from the Middle Ages come out and line up in a semicircle and sing the song “Young Border Guard” by E.M. Lagutina. After the song they remain in a semicircle)
1st child (middle class) Glorious holiday - Victory Day,
And spring is blooming all around.
We live under a peaceful sky
The baby sleeps peacefully.
2nd child Guys just need to know
What, when there was a war,
Soldiers of our homeland
Protected from the enemy.
3rd child How they were blown up by mines,
We must know and remember.
How they fought the fascists
So that there is no war.
4th child how they loved their country
And they boldly went on the attack,
So that we can be happy
And flowers grew all around.
5th child So that the birch trees rustle
Over the clear river
So that the birds sing loudly,
The rainbow rose in an arc.
(children sit down)
Ved. The war ended in victory on May 9, 1945. And in honor of the heroes, defenders of our Motherland, fireworks always go off on this day. And people never forget those who gave their lives for us, for our peaceful sky. And we will remember this too.
Remember the feat of our people,
Soldiers killed in a fiery battle.
With victory they brought freedom,
Saving the world in a brutal war.
And now, guys, you and I will go to the monument to the fallen soldiers and lay flowers on them.
" VICTORY DAY"
Ved. All the streets are dressed in flowers,
And sonorous songs are heard.
After all, the holiday is coming - Victory Day,
Happy, bright spring day!
Guys, tomorrow our country will celebrate the great Victory Day. Every year people celebrate this day as a joyful holiday. Many years have passed, but everyone remembers this significant day when our soldiers defeated the enemy, they remember and solemnly celebrate it.
Children page gr.
1st child Let the Victory fireworks thunder
The world is warmed by this light.
Congratulations to our grandfathers!
Victory Day is so many years old!
2nd child On this spring day
The sun is shining brighter
This day is happy
The children are happy.
3rd child Everyone in the world can't sit well
I want to dance, spin,
Sing songs and have fun!
(Children of the group sing the song “Everyone is happy about spring”)
Ved. There is a good sun on our planet.
There is a sun that laughs loudly
Which is friendly with tropical downpour,
With the polar night and the desert wind.
There is a sun that will wake up with a song
And a cheerful song rushes around the world.
The sun has freckles, the sun has toys,
He doesn't need machine guns and guns.
It dreams of happiness and dances.
Paints smiles of flowers on the asphalt.
It will not set, this is the good sun,
Which is called the childhood of the planet!
Reb. (average group)
From cheerful rays
The sun has formed
On five lines
The song was composed.
(song cf. “Spring Mood”)
Ved. There are colorful children in the world,
They live on one colorful planet,
And this planet is for all time
All multi-colored ones have only one!
Come on guys, in spite of the weather
Let's embrace the planet with our round dance.
Let's scatter clouds and smoke over it,
We won’t let anyone offend her.
(“Spring round dance” - middle-class children)
Ved. For everything that we have now,
For every happy hour,
Because the sun shines on us,
Thanks to the valiant soldiers,
That they once defended the world!
(Children from the middle group line up in a semicircle and sing the song “Young Border Guard”)
Children middle age
1st child On holidays on the streets
In the hands of a child
They burn and shimmer
Balloons.
2nd child They love the balls very much
Guys these days.
Everyone has a button
They are tied.
3rd child Here above our street
They fly, they are light,
It's like there's a light in the sky
Colored lights.
(Dance page group “Balls”)
Ved. This very morning
Have fun kids.
One two three four five!
We will play with you!
(Game "Trap")
Ved. Above the ground here and there
Fireworks light up.
Adults and children
They shouted together: “Hurray! (“Game “Salute”)
Ved. Even then you were not in the world
When fireworks thundered from one end to another.
Soldiers, you gave to the planet
Great May, victorious May!
Happy holiday, dear friends! Happy Victory Day!

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Type four - conservatives. These people say: “As long as everything in textbooks remains unchanged, there is nothing new in the world”...
Everyone laughed and admitted that there was a great deal of truth in this.
I also had such an evening - the Bolshoi Theater and an evening dress, which I didn’t even want to think about in Taezhka, but here it was a joy to be in it, just like the joy of feeling the carpet under my feet through a thin shoe. The bright, warm light of the chandeliers and the velvet depth of the box and the third intermission from Carmen, heard so many times and each time resurrecting the longing for something so beautiful and unattainable that, it seems, having received it, you would agree to lose it, just to know that it is was...
The best
To feel Moscow completely, I walk the streets late in the evening. Night Cities -> this is a beautiful and enticing poem, and everyone reads it in their own language. There is no bustling crowd at night. Houses and squares unprotectedly open up in a new way just for you.
I walk in the silence and emptiness of the streets along the old alleys of Moscow. Now this is a protected area - Petroverigsky, Spasoglinishchevsky, Armenian, Chistye Prudy. There are small front gardens here and there. Near the basement window of the house, the asphalt is cracked, raised, and bare poplar twigs stick out from the cracks. Poplar is my favorite tree. I love him for his strength of life, tenacity and perseverance, for his titanic resistance and victorious self-affirmation.
And now it’s night in Moscow, it’s quiet, the lights on the streets are dimmed. I’m at home, in my old alley, writing, reading and for some reason thinking about those who at these moments, completely alone, far from people, are at the mercy of the elements. I am sure that there are many such people in the world. Someone with scuba diving penetrates into the black holes of the holds of sunken ships, someone in the depths of the northern taiga is in poverty without food and fire, someone is exhausted in the stuffy jungle among poisonous insects, someone is dying in the waves of the raging sea... Let's help them! There will probably be a time when, instead of a watch on everyone’s wrist, a universal receiver-transmitter will light up, and lightning-fast international assistance will find a person on any meridian.
I love listening to the voices of the old alley in the evenings. The wipers call to each other, the dogs bark - they are taken out for a walk. Without dogs, evening alleys are dead. I know all the dogs here and can easily distinguish their barks by ear. Little black Charles-King barks cockily - terribly curious and persistent, sticking to everything, so that the owner has to pull him away at every step like a pound weight. Charles jumps up and sniffs the air excitedly.
The shepherd dog from the next door barks, restrained and separate, as if he were talking - solely to announce himself. A very old bulldog lady from Venevitinov's house, where Pushkin read Boris Godunov, grumbles in a low voice without barking. Elegant, lean white and red collies bark subtly and invitingly for a long time. Collies are so narrow in body that when a girl leads them from both sides, it always seems to me that she is in a hurry to the station with her suitcases...
After the dogs, the cats scream long and pitifully, like a thousand babies abandoned by their mothers. By dawn it feels like they are being torn in half alive. I look out onto the balcony - they are sitting next to each other on the low roof, not taking their eyes off each other, afraid to move, half turned in frozen, terribly uncomfortable positions. Cat voices are probably the only ones in the world that can freely express the strongest emotions in intonations with completely indifferent faces. Look for more such artists!
The streets and roofs are silent, the tops of the snowy trees in the garden opposite are motionless. Behind them, against the background of a dull sky, a continuous palisade is visible - the bell tower of Ivan the Great and the Spasskaya Tower with a glowing red ruby. I wish I could raise the roofs of houses and look into the thoughts and souls of people.
Alexey sent me his diary:“... in October, the water in the Gorbylyakh channels began to foam and bubble from gases, its temperature was rising. How is it that winter is coming and the water temperature is getting higher and higher? In November it was not possible to get to our site - the entire river was filled with ice water on top of the ice. In December, at forty-six degrees below zero, the deer were exhausted and fell. The river ice is growing and covering the ice from coastal sources, and they themselves are more than a kilometer long... On the ice, completely green and transparent, like glass, ice mounds with layered ice more than two meters high have grown, but not in the same places as last year . The pinwheel freezes in wormwood water at fifteen degrees below zero. I warm it up with torches and immediately get into the water - I saw how they did it at the weather station in Aldan.

Characters:

2 presenters, main character, Andrey, Kolya, Irina, Nata, Lara.

(Music)

Presenter 1: Russia! My great mother! Country of fathers! My holy land!
These days I hold my breath, all your corners, all distant lands,
Worried, I go over it in my memory.

(Bells ring)

Presenter 2: What is this? Can you hear?
Presenter 1: These are bells. Bells of memory...
Presenter 2: Memory? Do such things really exist?
Presenter 1 : They happen, look!

(Students come onto the stage. Girls in light dresses, guys in white shirts. Everyone is having fun and great. Graduation.)

Young woman: A ray of sunlight glides across the board.
The windows are open in May
Kolya: And the lilacs are blooming in the yard
Dear school, goodbye...
All: Year forty-one - we have graduation
Here's the last call...
And in front there is a blue firmament! -
Life is calling us on a long journey...!

Director: My dear students, I still call you that, although today is June 21, 1941, you have already graduated from school. And tomorrow you will take the first step into your independent adult life. I wish you happiness on this difficult and long road.

All: "Goodbye! Our school! Goodbye! Our school! Goodbye! Our school! Hooray!" They run like a snake across the entire square.
Andrey: And I will be a driver!
ALL: You definitely will. Hurray!
Irina: And I will be a pilot!
ALL: Woohoo!
Young woman: And Kolya will be a sea captain!
ALL: Bu-u-det! (movements)
Lara: And I will be an artist!
ALL: Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Andrey: Draw something for us to remember!
ALL: Draw! Draw!

Lara: Scarlet Sail of Hope!
ALL: Scarlet sail of dreams.
Natka: And I will be your beloved wife!
ALL: O-o-o-o-!
Andrey: Come back, comrade future wife! Chamomiles, nature, happy life.

Natka: This means guaranteed silence!

Kolya: The field is beautiful, morning suits it.

Lara: The lights came on in the houses across the river.

Irina: People are working.

Andrey: Laughing!

Natka: They're dancing!
Young woman: And it becomes joyful for us to live together.
(They come to the dance floor. They dance. Music - Rio Rita)

Presenter 1:


Rio-Rita, Rio-Rita, the foxtrot is spinning,
On the dance floor - forty-first year.
Provincial town, summer heat,
On the dance floor there is music in the morning.
Rio Rita, Rio Rita, trumpet solo,
The hair is not shaved, the legs are to themselves.
It’s okay that the Germans are in Poland, but the country is strong.
In a month and no more the war will end.
Rio-Rita, Rio-Rita, the foxtrot is spinning,
On the dance floor - forty-first year.

(Couples are dancing. Jokes. Laughter. The music is abruptly interrupted. A siren sounds. All couples freeze. The first verse and chorus of the song “Holy War” are played. Then there are pictures of a slow-motion silent movie. The couples break up. The boys take their duffel bags, say goodbye and leave. The girls They put on dark clothes: scarves, sweaters, padded jackets, etc. They look with sadness and anxiety after the departing soldiers. Machine gun fire is heard. The roar of airplanes. Explosions and shots.)

(Andrei and Nata remain on stage. They recite the verse by role)

- How painful, dear, how strange,
Connected in the ground, intertwined with branches, -
How painful, honey, how strange
Split under the saw.
The wound on the heart will not heal,
Will shed pure tears,
The wound on the heart will not heal -
It will spill with fiery resin.

– As long as I’m alive, I’ll be with you –
Soul and blood are indivisible, -
As long as I'm alive, I'll be with you -
Love and death are always together.
You will carry it with you everywhere -
You will carry with you, my love, -
You will carry it with you everywhere
Native land, sweet home.

- But if I have nothing to hide with
From incurable pity,
But if I have nothing to hide with
From the cold and darkness?
- After parting there will be a meeting,
Don't forget me, darling,
After parting there will be a meeting,
Let's both come back - you and me.

- But if I disappear into obscurity -
Short daylight beam -
But if I disappear into obscurity
Beyond the star belt, into the milky smoke?
- I will pray for you,
So as not to forget the earthly path,
I will pray for you,
May you return unharmed.

Shaking in a smoky carriage,
He became homeless and humble,
Shaking in a smoky carriage,
He was half crying, half sleeping,

Suddenly he bent with a terrible list,
When the train is on a slippery slope
The wheels were torn off the rails.

Superhuman strength
In one winepress, crippling everyone,
Superhuman strength
She threw earthly things off the ground.
And didn't protect anyone
The promised meeting in the distance,
And didn't protect anyone
A hand calling in the distance.

Don't be separated from your loved ones!
Don't be separated from your loved ones!
Don't be separated from your loved ones!
Grow into them with all your blood, -

And every time say goodbye forever!
And every time say goodbye forever!
When you leave for a moment!

Presenter 2: Superhuman force in one winepress cripples everyone,
Superhuman force threw earthly things from the earth
And she didn’t protect anyone, in the distance the promised meeting,
And no one was protected, a hand calling in the distance.

Presenter 1: The sun was bleeding in the smoky darkness.
A red shell struck. (pause) They were no longer on earth, but it was.
Presenter 2: The waves rushed from rock to rock,
The sea crushed the granite! (pause) They were no longer on earth, but it was.
Presenter 1 : The tree walked on damp ground,
Roots digging up the earth! (pause) They weren’t already on the ground, but it was.”

Presenter 2: Listen to letters from the war years!
These are letters from the dead to their relatives, friends and loved ones.
They wrote under bullets. And under bullets they don’t lie.
Listen to letters from the war years.

(music)
Kolya: "Expensive! Here I am at the front. I can already hear shooting in the neighboring forest. There our sailors fight off another attack by the Nazis. The enemy persistently rushes forward. But believe me, we will not give up Moscow for anything. The defeat of the enemy near Moscow is inevitable. This will be the beginning of his complete defeat. We are faced with a noble task - to cleanse the Soviet land of fascist barbarians, so that our children - the future of our Motherland - live in peace and do not know what war is. I am confident of our victory. I will soon have the good fortune to beat the enemy. Expensive! Remember, in this battle I will either be a hero or die for the great cause of our people.
Kisses, your Nikolai.”
Lara: I'll die tomorrow, mom. You lived 45 years, and I only lived 18. I want to live. After all, I did so little! I want to live to defeat the hated fascists. I know my death will be avenged. Don't cry, mom. I die knowing that I gave everything to victory. It's not scary to die for the people. How I would like to live and see what life will be like next...
Irina: “Combat May Day greetings! My dears! Recently I have received six letters from you, what a holiday! In general, I receive letters very rarely due to special working conditions, but then in batches at once... Now I am on the territory of the Leningrad region, “visiting” the “Krauts”, I live “friendly” with them, we know and hate each other with all our hearts: they - for a “restless life”, but we are for everything: for blood, for torment, for bullying. What you read in newspapers or hear on the radio is nothing compared to what we see almost every day...
I kiss you deeply. Your Ira”

Presenter 1: I knew what a lame postman meant,
Which everyone was waiting for and fearing
Presenter 2: What if mine comes like this too?!
Presenter 1: And, suddenly, completely... (pause).

Presenter 2: There were whispers in the streets
A heart-rending scream soared over the village.
And a heavy word:
Presenter 1: (loudly) Killed!

Presenter 2: I remember “first” and still “buried”,
And it also seems “in a damp grave”
The postman walked like a raven without a wing.
His crutch creaked from hut to hut.
So every day (pause). Half a village left
Of those who wait until their grief is enough.”

Presenter 1: But is memory ever alive?
Presenter 2: Don't you believe it? A man can die twice
There on the battlefield, when a bullet catches up with him,
And the second time - in people's memory.
Dying the second time is worse.
The second time a person must live!

(bell ringing)

Presenter 2: The bell is ringing again...

Presenter 1: Yes...and we will always remember, every time we hear the ringing...

(There is a chair in the middle of the stage)

Young woman: There's a photo collecting dust on the wall

And every day at dawn

I look at young faces...

We lived in the same yard

We studied in one tenth,

Always like one family.

This is how we once were...

And in the center, imagine, me! (Sits on a chair)

(music. Andrey comes out and stands behind the back of the chair)

He protected our entire class.

I really liked to argue

And he played the guitar.

Natka is the life of the party...
(Natka appears. He gets up with Andrey, they look at each other and smile at each other)

And in school matters mostak.

It happened that on a date

I didn't have time.

Their names were "bride and groom"

They weren't embarrassed, no.

Love is known to everyone -

Knows no barriers or years.

Lara and Irina are friends...

(Lara and Irina appear holding hands. One stands next to Nata, the other near the chair)

Together everywhere and always.

Cheerful two laughing girls

And don't spill the water.

And this is our athlete Kolya!

(Kolya crouches near the chair in front of Andrey. It turns out to be a photograph)

The house is proud of Kolya!

All thoughts are about football,

Well, studies come later.

(Music sounds loudly. Freeze frame. The photo comes to life. The guys take turns going to the front of the stage and pronounce the text)

Andrey: This is how we lived then.

The exams were coming to an end.

Kolya: The girls sewed dresses,

So that it suits everyone.

Nata: Graduation was so much fun!

Dancing and a night without sleep!

(Rio Rita sounds and ends abruptly)

Lara: We managed to finish school

When the war started.

(music)

Irina: We stood there stunned

And they couldn’t move...

Young woman: And as if spellbound

They intertwined their hands.

(everyone on the front stage joins hands)

Andrey: We stayed up all night until the morning, peering at the horizon.

Young woman: And the lips themselves whispered...

All: To the front! To the front! To the front!

(the march sounds loudly, then becomes the background)

Kolya: And the war scattered us!

(the line breaks up. Everyone changes location. Only the girl remains in place. She is in the center.)

All on different fronts!

Young woman: Anyone who was there knows quite a lot

It fell to our lot.

The bitterness of smoky dawns

Absorbed each of us.

(music stops. Pause)

No! I don't want to talk about it!

There will be a story about the future!

(background music plays)

(From different ends of the stage, Andrei and Nata walk towards each other.
They meet on the proscenium to the left of the girl)

Nata: For a long time we did not know about each other:

How, what and where...

Andrey: Under the long songs of the blizzard

I thought about you.

We met in forty-three,

As you can see - forever!

(hugs Nata's shoulders)

Nata: Happiest couple in the world

It was never!

(Lara and Irina come to the forefront. They stand to the right of the girl)

Irina: We were nurses in the company.

Lara: And even though they burned in hell,

To this terrible job

We're used to fighting,

On the run.

Irina: And after the victory song

Made a dream come true:

We studied, worked together...

Lara and Irina: Graduated from medical school!

(Kolya stands next to Lara and Irina)

Kolya: The endless distances were burning

And my heart was racing!

We trampled fascist helmets,

Not a soccer ball!

After the war, playing for the city,

I was always accurate

And I dedicated every goal

Girls 10 "A".

Young woman: Believe me, that’s how it happened!

And everyone was happy.

And the birds swam across the sky,

And the stars bathed in dew!

I know that's how it happened!

(music sounds loudly. It stops abruptly)

If it weren't for the war...

Larka was the first to die,

It lies near Lvov.

(Lara goes to the back of the stage, stands with her back to the audience)

Irina and Natka - a little later...

(Irina and Nata stand next to Lara)

Then the boys disappeared.

(Andrey and Kolya go to the back of the stage)

I don't even know, God

Where are they all...

(The girl goes to the left side of the proscenium so as not to block the guys)

The photo is gathering dust on the wall.

And every day at dawn

I look at young faces...

We lived in the same yard.

This is how we once were -

Last tenth grade...

Forgive me guys

I live alone...for you.

(Exits. Music “I’m here before dawn today”)