Victory Day: The most tender letters from the front. Photo and letters from the front of the future senior lecturer of the Department of "Electrical Machines and Apparatus" of the Institute of Railway Transport Sergey Tsvetnoy

1st ved . human memory. Time has no power over her. And no matter how many years and decades pass, the people of the Earth will again and again return to our victory, which marked the triumph of life over death, reason over madness, humanity over barbarism.

The metronome is playing

1st led. War. There is no harsher word.

2nd ved . War. There is no more sad word.

Sounds recording of the song "Holy War" 1st verse and chorus.

1st led. It is difficult, very difficult, when parting, to say goodbye to your beloved husband, son, brother. If we knew in advance what would happen to them, loved ones, there, in the war, in mortal combat with the enemy.

The song "Farewell of the Slav" is performed. V. Agapkina, sl. V. Lazareva.

2nd ved . The rear was also like a front line. Those who remained in the rear took on all the hardships of life: they worked 16-18 hours, raised children and anxiously waited, waited for news from the front.

1st led. Letters from the front... They weren't in envelopes, they didn't have stamps. They were folded into triangles. Like this (shows). But other letters also came, written in laconic language and clerical underwriting: “Your husband (son, brother) died a heroic death in battles for our Motherland.”

2nd led. Postmen had to be hardy, patient, merciful. They were the first to take to heart bursts of infinite joy or boundless grief.

1st led. How to lay out the quarters of the voices of all the living and the dead, What came, like the rumble of metal in half-erased triangles? Only the address is on the envelope, and in the envelope is life and death. If I knew you by mail, right there, what's inside there! Was it around? Alive? Found? Injured? Shell-shocked? Pal. According to rumors, in the first battle? .. But a girl comes in old, knocked on her side, mother's boots. And takes all the blows of fate, someone's joy and someone's death. (K. Simonov "Ivan da Marya").

2nd led. They were awaited, waited with impatience and hidden anxiety by the exhausted, suffering addressees.

1st led. In addition to letters and newspapers, postmen always carried bottles of ammonia. Otherwise it is impossible. They were both mail and ambulance.

2nd ved . In four letters there is joy, and in the fifth - a funeral. What a grief it was... The postmen, hiding their eyes, swallowing their tears, not finding words of consolation, felt involuntary guilt for this sad news.

Sounds "Vocalise" by S.V.Rakhmaninov.

1st presenter . But on one front-line triangle there is an inscription: “Dear military censorship! Don't throw away this flower. I send it for my girlfriend." And inside the letter is some kind of dried flower. You look at him, and tears come.

2-lead. How many poems and songs were composed at this time! .. One of these hymns of love and fidelity was the song "In the dugout." These were 16 "home lines" from a letter from the front-line poet Alexei Surkov to his wife Sofya Krevs.

The song “In the Dugout” is performed (music by K. Listov, lyrics by A. Surkov).

1st led. Letters from relatives warmed the fighter in the cold trench, protected him from death when he went on the attack, and inspired hope for a meeting in his native home.

2nd led. Warmer at the front from affectionate letters. Reading, behind each line you see your favorite. And you hear the Motherland, Like a voice behind a thin wall.

1st led. reads a letter . “May my love save you! May my hope touch you. He will stand next to you, look into your eyes, breathe life into dead lips! He will press his face against the bloody bandages on his legs, and say: “It's me, your Katya! I came to you, wherever you are. I'm with you no matter what happens." Let the other help, support, drink and feed. It's me, your Katya! And if death bends over your head, and there will be no more strength to fight it, and only the smallest last strength will remain in the heart. It will be me and I will save you.”

The song “Spark” is performed (music by an unknown author, lyrics by M. Isakovsky).

2nd ved . The fighters tried to write long-awaited letters home at every opportunity. “I'll be back” and “Wait for me” - these words often ended with messages to relatives. They contained hope, and spells, and faith in the victory of life over death.

1st led. With excitement and trembling we look at small paper triangles, soldiers' letters from the front of Kozulin Konstantin Andreevich, home, to his homeland in the village of Mankovo. Until his death, these letters were kept, cherished, re-read, his wife Uvarovskaya Marina Vasilyevna wept over them. The lines of a poem by an unknown front-line poet, which were sent by a soldier from Poland, testify to the feelings Konstantin Andreevich felt for his wife.

2-lead. My beloved. The demoniac wind rushes through the gorges, Cigarette sparks pour from the hand. The silence of the night in dugouts and crevices, The grumbling of a small river is barely audible. And with a whistle the wind hugs the song, And takes the song to distant lands, Where I have been for three years, the best of the best, my dear, is truly waiting. Know, my dear, in the dark hour of rest I stand guard. Sleep well. I keep you from the fire and from the thunder of battle, And I live by your written letter. Ahead of victory, a joyful meeting. I will come and stand under your window. And, probably, there will be a quiet starry evening, And the moon will hang over the native village. The silence of the veil is broken by the wind. That's right, the white light flew around on wings And touched me. He probably knows that I, perhaps, no longer exist.

1st led. And then a small postscript: “Marina. If you receive this note, then write an answer to me and write how you live, how my kids and how my mother. Dear, I am still alive and well. Waiting for an answer. December 10, 1944."

2nd led. From the letters, the relatives learned that Konstantin was wounded, was treated in the hospital and returned to duty again. He was awarded the Order of Glory. He reached Germany, from where came the sad news that Kozulin Konstantin Andreevich was missing. After the war, a brother-soldier of her husband came to Marina Vasilievna and said that he had been an eyewitness to the death of Konstantin. That he died in Germany in the battles near Breslav and was buried in the town of Videvetsk. The Regional Book of Memory also sets the date of death - March 13, 1945. The soldiers did not live to see victory for two months.

When I see my dead neighbor fall in battle, I don't remember his grievances, I remember his family. …He's already dead. It doesn't hurt him, And they'll be finished off by letter. (I. Utkin "From a letter" 1942)

1 -th led. And there were letters that ended with the words "Tomorrow the battle." And often these were the last, hastily written lines to their relatives. Relatives of Mikhail Vasilyevich Razdobreev kept two of his letters from the front. From the village of Nizhnyaya Shakhtoma in 1941, at the age of eighteen, he was called up for military service in the ranks of the Soviet Army, where the war found him. He was one of those who were thrown behind enemy lines on a plane to carry out a combat mission. On September 12, 1943, he wrote a letter to his brother Vasily: “I am in Ukraine. I'm getting ready for the next fight. Vasya, I will never forget the battles that took place before my eyes, since several shells fell on one square meter of land. There was only one roar from the explosions and, despite all the difficulties, the impregnable defense of the Germans was broken through. And so it was for several days. On the offensive, I was deaf from the shells. And now I hear it like before. Vasya, I can inform you that I have already been awarded government awards twice: the Order of the Red Star and the medal "For Courage". Will be awarded in a few days. I started jumping from an airplane from 500 meters, and then higher. ... It's good on Earth, even better on an airplane, and even more beautiful in the air, as life overcomes death. Being in battles, I decided: either the chest is in orders, or the head is in the bushes. Well, while the chest is in orders and the head is on the shoulders. Vasya, I will avenge the best comrades who gave their lives on the battlefield for our beloved Motherland, and the spilled blood of our beloved brother. I will do my best, I will not disgrace you. I’m finishing writing on this, kissing you tightly. Mikhail Vasilyevich Razdobreev, known to you all.”

2nd led. The following letter, written before the fight, is very short. “The time is now warm. Enough mosquitoes. So I'll be healthy, I'll let you know after the fight. For now, goodbye. There is no time to write. He wrote, already in such a hurry. I'm on my way to a combat mission. Goodbye, kiss you tight." The fighter did not return from this mission. Razdobreev Mikhail Vasilyevich is considered missing.

The song "Cranes" music is performed. Jan Frenkel, sl. Rasul Gamzatova.

1st led. Memoirs of a nurse from a hospital. “For our wounded patients, the hospital was almost home. For some, the war has already taken away their home - from the Baltics, from the Ukrainians, from the Belarusians. Both the hospital and our evenings with dances were for them some kind of particle of that future peaceful life that would come for them sooner or later. It will definitely come when they are no longer in dressing gowns and pajamas, but in normal civilian clothes, they will dance with the girls on some dance floor in their city or village.

The song "Front-line sanbat" sounds

1st ved . In his book “Moments”, Yuri Bondarev wrote: “Over the long four years of the war, feeling the fiery breath of death near our shoulders, silently passing by fresh hillocks with inscriptions on the tablets with an indelible pencil, we have not lost the former world of youth, but we have matured by 20 years and, it seemed, lived them in such detail, so richly that these years would be enough to live for two generations.”

2nd led. We learned that the world is both strong and unsteady. We learned that the sun may not rise in the morning, because its brilliance, its warmth, can be destroyed by bombing, when the horizon is drowned in a black-purple curtain of smoke. ... Who among us could have said before that green grass can turn purple, then slate-black and twist in a spiral, wither from shell explosions ... We learned what fascism is in all its misanthropic nakedness. During the four years of the war, my generation learned a lot. We learned the world along with human courage and suffering.

The song "Ballad of a Soldier" is performed. V.P. Solovyov-Sedogo, sl. M.L. Matusovsky.

1st led. The Soviet army defeated fascism. And people believed in this victory, and dreamed…. They dreamed of a peaceful life, made appointments after the war in Moscow dear to every heart.

The song "My Moscow" is performed. 2nd ved . Thank you soldiers!1st ved . For a life,2- th For childhood,1st For the spring2nd For the silence1st For a peaceful home2nd For the world we live in.Together Thank you, thank you, thank you!

The song from the movie "Officers" "From the heroes of bygone times ..." sounds, and photos of the participants in the war of our village are projected on the screen.

1 ved . Nothing is forgotten!

2-ved . Nobody is forgotten!

(Music sounds. The Author comes to the forefront, a stack of soldiers' letters lies on a stool, there is a faceted glass covered with a piece of black bread. A screen is placed in the corner, projecting frames).

Soldier letters. Now they, preserved, have become family heirlooms. They should be framed on the wall, in the most prominent place: read, young people, remember and be proud of your grandfathers, and maybe great-grandfathers - not only years, many decades have passed.

(pauses. Goes to a stool, lights a candle)

Author: Soldier's letters ... The time has come when they gained weight and value archival document. But let us mentally go back a few decades back, there, in the "forties - fatal", imagine a soldier at the front or before being sent to the front, before a battle, before an attack on enemy positions, when he does not know whether he will be alive in an hour, or after a battle - during a short lull, when the joyful consciousness that this time the bullet passed you is overshadowed by the bitterness of losses. For the war, even for a short time being on the front lines, he is used to losses, but each new death is a scar on his heart, a warning: the next one is you.

Threads are stretched across the hall, along which soldiers' letters (triangles) move. Girls appear on the stage. The girls take off the letters and start reading them.

First girl:

“Hello, my Varya! I would never have lived my life like this if it weren't for you, Varya. You have always helped me - at Khalkhin Gol and here. Probably, after all, whoever loves is kinder to people. Thank you dear! A person is aging, and the sky is forever young, like your eyes, into which you can only look and admire. They will never grow old, they will not fade. Time will pass, people will heal their wounds, people will build new cities, grow new gardens. Another life will come, other songs will be sung. But never forget the song about us, about three tankers. You will have beautiful children, you will still love. And I am happy that I am leaving you with great love for you.

Your Ivan Kolosov. (music intensifies)

Second girl:

"Dear Masha! Here I am at the front. I can already hear shooting in the nearby woods. There, our sailors are repelling another attack of the Nazis. The enemy is persistently rushing forward. But you 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 in our victory. I will soon have the good fortune to beat the enemy. Dear wife! Remember, in this battle I will either be a hero or die for the great cause of our people.

Kisses, your George. (music intensifies)

(projected slide)

Greetings to the native village of Enem, mother, brother Alexander and Valentin.

I received a letter from you. I hasten to inform you that while I am alive and well, I continue with my comrades to beat the brutalized fascists in the same spirit, with the same force. What am I doing at the front? I am in the intelligence unit. I am a scout, which means climbing the German defenses, finding out the plans of the enemy. Sometimes the task is set - to take a singed "tongue". We take. For one captured Fritz I received the Order of the Red Star. The work is very interesting, although sometimes dangerous. I applied for the party's candidates. I think they will soon. Don't worry about me. The war will end soon, then we will live well.

Your son Konstantin.

3 girl:

“Fighting May Day greetings! Dear Fainushka and Alyusik! Recently received six letters from you, what a holiday! In general, I receive letters very rarely due to special conditions work, but immediately in batches ... Now I am on the territory of the Leningrad Region, "visiting" the Fritz, I live "friendly" with them, we know and hate each other with all our hearts: they are for a "troubled life", but we are for everything: for blood, for torment, for bullying. What you read in the newspapers or hear on the radio is nothing compared to what we see almost every day ... I am healthy in body and soul, I wish and hope that everything is fine with you in this regard. Your only concern is food. After all, I know that this is now difficult ... There is nothing more to write. Try to contact your mom.

I kiss you hard. Your Shura"

4 girl:

“Dear Linda! The Komsomol meeting has just ended. Cleaned the machine, ate. The battalion commander says "Relax better, tomorrow the battle." I can not sleep. There are six of us in the trench dugout, the seventh on duty. Five are already asleep, and I am sitting near the stove by the light of the extinguisher and writing this letter. Tomorrow, when we get up, I will hand it over to the contact. Curious to know what you're doing now? It's getting a little dark at the front, so it's night. And you have electric light in the rear. Come on, go to bed at twelve o'clock. I often think of you, Lida, I think about you a lot. And now I want to talk to you about everything that I feel, what I experience ... Lida, I saw how my comrades died. And today the battalion commander told the story of how one general died, he died, facing west. I love life, I want to live, but the front is such a thing that you live, you live - and suddenly a bullet or a fragment puts an end to your life. But if I am destined to die, I would like to die like this general: in battle and facing west.

Alexander Matrosov.

Our countrymen also dreamed of surviving to victory:

A postman girl enters the stage with an empty but very heavy bag and wearily sits down on the edge of the stage. A male voice offstage sings the questions (the first two lines of the verse) and the postwoman answers.

- Postman! Postman!

Is your money heavy?

All newspapers yes newspapers.

My bag is heavy!

- Postman! Postman!

How far can you carry?

My bag is heavy. My bag is heavy.

All magazines yes magazines.

Will I bring them myself? Will I bring them myself?

My bag is heavy!

- Postman! Postman!

Did you visit all the houses?

I went around all the houses. I went around all the houses.

She distributed newspapers and letters.

My bag is heavy!

I went around all the houses.

My bag is heavy!

- Postman! Postman!

And you take off your bag!

I can't withdraw my money! I can't withdraw my money!

There is a funeral at the bottom.

Funeral! Funeral!

Gray stone on the chest. Gray stone on the chest.

Stopudovy on the chest Stopudovy on the chest.

Baba Nastya said:

"Don't go to the post office!"

Postman! Postman!

One of the girls is filming a funeral. Cries. Girlfriends hug, try to console.

5 girl:

He did not write from the front line,

she is quite a teenager -

called the straw widow,

first - a straw widow,

then - just a widow.

Under the creak of boots, under the sound of wheels

the war drove her

and it was somehow not up to tears,

there was no time for thought.

There is a medallion in the box

killed soldier.

For a long time in the civilian battalion,

where he once served.

But this is how it's already done:

the spring leaf does not dry,

widows do not believe in the death of their husbands

and await their return.

Not that they look into the distance

with the hope of a miracle

that, they say, he will return back,

that a soldier will come home

no one knows where.

But simply, having accepted the troubles in full,

their eyes have no boundaries,

and it has such depth

that the head is spinning

As if they were given eyes

so that with those eyes

to all those who did not return from the war

look at the spring world.

Ponomarev Petr Nikanorovich. (projected slide)

1 girl: Our daddy! How are you there? Oh, and Uncle Sasha has already been killed. Come back to us soon...

2 girl: Our dear son! Yesterday the collective farm sent you our bread sprinkled with tears to the front. Fight, dear, save Russia!

3rd girl: My beloved, the only one!

I won't show the funeral to anyone!

We will still be waiting for you!

Come back, my hope!

(next slide is projected)

The boys sing "Dark night".(Music by N. Bogoslovsky. Words by V. Agapov).

Dark night, only bullets whistle across the steppe,

Only the wind hums in the wires,

The stars twinkle dimly.

In the dark night, you, my love, I know you do not sleep,

And at the crib secretly

You wipe away tears.

How I love the depth of your tender eyes,

How I want to press my lips to them now!

The dark night separates us, my love,

And disturbing black steppe

Passed between us.

I believe in you, in my dear friend.

This faith kept me from a bullet on a dark night ...

I am glad, I am calm in mortal combat,

I know you will meet me with love,

Whatever happened to me...

Death is not terrible

We met with her more than once in the steppe.

And now she is spinning over me ...

You are waiting for me and do not sleep at the crib,

And so I know nothing will happen to me!

(against the background of the music there is a slide show, clip)

Many of the fighters' letters are written in simple language, mostly about what worried them. Only now it is difficult to read these lines - a lump gets stuck in the throat, and tears come to the eyes.

Scenario extracurricular activities dedicated to 70 years of the Great Victory

"Letters from the Front"

Target: To form patriotic feelings, pride in the Motherland, an idea of ​​heroism based on familiarization with the fighting traditions of our people; to cultivate love and respect for the defenders of the motherland.

Tasks: To educate children in an emotionally positive, effective attitude towards soldiers, which would be expressed in the desire to imitate them, to be like them. Clarify and expand ideas about the defenders of the country during the Great Patriotic War.

Through military letters, poems and songs, let children feel the greatness of the spirit of the people of the military generation, their faith in the triumph of Victory.

Event progress:

Slide (1) - 70 years of the Great Victory

Presenter1: Seventy years have passed since the last volleys of the most cruel, bloodiest war on Earth died down, but today, as before, Letters from the Front help us understand the greatness of our people, the sincerity and inflexibility of the will of the Soviet people, the depth of his feelings of love for his Motherland.

“Letters from the front” are not only amazing in their sincerity, kindness and endless faith, they themselves are real letters from fighters. Slide (2) - letters from the front

Historical documents, newsreel footage, memoirs of battle participants, poems, stories, and, of course, timeless military songs - all these are Letters from the Front.

These are messages to today's generation from fathers and grandfathers, these are living appeals to the descendants of people who redeemed our lives with their lives.

Thanks to them, we again and again return to those distant and harsh days, thanks to them, we remember what cannot be forgotten.

Presenter1:Slide (3) - letters

I read a letter that has turned yellow for years

On the envelope in the corner there is a field mail number

His in the 42nd, my peer wrote to his mother

Before leaving for his last, decisive battle.

Slide (4-5) Mother reads a letter

(Melody "Just Wait")

Mother: “Son, dear, hello! I am afraid that this letter will not find you in your old place, and you will already be on another sector of the front. I beg you, be careful. It is not in vain that the proverb still says: "God protects the safe one." I know you will take my advice with a condescending smile, but it is out of my motherly despair. For God's sake, don't do anything rash.

Slide (6) (The pilot writes a letter)

Mom, I am writing these lines to you.

I send you filial greetings.

I remember you, so dear,

So good, there are no words!

For life, for you, for your native land

I'm walking towards the leaden wind,

And let there be kilometers between us now,

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

We've become tough people, Mom. We rarely laugh, we have no right to laugh while our cities and villages are burning.

Flying into battle, we put a revolver on our knees. They will shoot down over the territory of the enemy - six bullets in the Nazis, the seventh - in their hearts.

This does not mean that we do not love life. Oh how we love her! Many times stronger than before. But the more we love life, the more we despise death... We defeat death because we are fighting not only for our lives. We are entering the battlefields to defend our Motherland.
But you, mommy, don’t think about the bad and don’t worry about me, I will definitely come back ... No bullet will dare to pierce my heart ...
I will definitely be back mom, you just wait

Slide (7) "Funeral »

“Dear Maria Alexandrovna! We regret to inform you that your son died a heroic death. Your son was a real fearless falcon, a real soldier.”

Slide (8)

That's all for the bright edge of the lake,

What is in the soul,

For the native sky in star grains

I've been lying down here.

I see the sky is blue, close

I am for the last time.

Decreases, flickers with sparks,

Out of sight.

Somewhere a bird is crying in the distance...

Maybe it's the mother?

Mama, bend over for a moment

I can't get up anymore.

I have at least a drop, dear,

Your warmth

Look, your son is dying a hero

For the earth to flourish.

Memory:Slide(9) "Triangles"

A yellowed leaf is folded into a triangle,

It has both a bitter summer and alarms.

Letters from the front absorbed both fate and love,

And the sleepless truth of front-line voices.

Slide (10) "Nurse and young man"

Girl 1: “Sasha, dear, hello! Soon you won’t be able to turn to you so easily ... Comrade, lieutenant, and nothing else. Today is June 21, 1942. Exactly one year after our High school prom. How long ago it was... Exactly a year... And exactly a year the war has been going on. Almost all of us are already at the front, even the girls.

When I think that there will never be anything for Volodya, Masha, Lidochka, Anton, Sergey, it becomes scary.

Never and nothing... slide (11).

Take care of yourself. Don't worry about me, I'm fine. Our medical battalion is now located in the forest. I am writing you a letter, and in front of me is a green forest. It’s even strange that such beauty is a battlefield, that the Germans are only two kilometers from us

I'm sorry, I can't write any more, new wounded have been brought in. Waiting for your letter. Your Tanya."

Boy 2: Slide (12).

"Darling, Tanya! I don't know if you will ever read these lines. But I firmly know that this is my last letter.

The Germans will soon go on the attack, and there are only three of us left ...

Your portrait lies on my lap, so you are with me.

It is not so hard to die when you know that somewhere there is a person who remembers you and loves you.

Dear Tanya, I beg you, try to survive in this terrible war. Survive and live this life for us."

Slide (13)

«_____________________________. We regret to inform you that your son died in an unequal battle the death of the brave. He was a real courageous and brave soldier.”

(Melody of the song "From the heroes of bygone times" )

Presenter1:

War has long ceased alarm,

Flowers bloom in their native land.

But the soldier will sleep forever

That the death of the brave fell in battle.

He kept you and me

And to all mankind.

Peace and happiness of peaceful children

For this he gave his life.

Host 2:
Inextinguishable memory of generations

And the memory of those whom we so sacredly honor,

Let's people stand up for a moment

And in sorrow we will stand and be silent.

Slide (14)

The metronome sounds, there is a minute of silence

The special project consists of letters from Bondyuzhites sent during the Great Patriotic War. They are kept in the funds of the local museum. After 73 years, any resident of the region will be able to read them. They will be published on the pages of the MN newspaper and on the website. The project will be supplemented as the letters are deciphered, or an additional amount of information appears.

Excerpts from front-line letters stored in the local history museum:

1. Letter from Vladimir Vladimirovich Georgievsky to his parents. Letter dated August 29, 1942. Place of storage funds GBUK "Museum of Local Lore Mendeleevsk".

“Dear Dad and Mom!

Finally got the time to write to you. I am alive, healthy, my mood is good, contrary to expectations. I am studying in the city of Izhevsk in camps - in good large dugouts - as a mortar commander, 120 mm mortar. We got to Syuginsk well. We spent the night in Byteryakovo and in the village of Mozhge we arrived in Syuginsk on the 26th in the morning ....

Our daily routine: at 5 we get up, at 6 breakfast - soup and tea with sugar as much as you like, at one o'clock a two-course lunch, at 7 dinner. Bread give 650 grams ....

Well, don't worry about me, I'll study for 4 months. from 5 to 11 is always busy and there is literally no time to write.

We were given uniforms.

Well, that's all for now, kisses. Vova!

2. Letter from Vladimir Vladimirovich Georgievsky to his mother. June 13, 1943. Place of storage of the funds of the GBUK "Museum of Local Lore of Mendeleevsk".

"Hello dear mother! Are you not receiving my letters? You haven't answered any of my letters since April. Dear mommy! I want to see you so much that I can't express it in a letter. Now I live in the forests of the Smolensk region, these forests resemble the Alnash forest, and the time spent there, yes, it was wonderful days of my life. Mom, I got used to a lot in the army. I'm used to spending the night in the open air, under one overcoat, without any pillow, I'm used to eating 800 grams of bread at a time, because. there is nowhere to store it. Mommy, the weather is wonderful, I involuntarily recall 1942, the happiest year in my life, and yet I have lived so little - only 19 years - I want to live terribly ... "

3. Letter from Vladimir Vladimirovich Georgievsky to his mother. 05/10/1945 Place of storage: funds of the GBUK "Museum of Local Lore in Mendeleevsk"

“We are now living the peaceful life of the army. Somehow I can't believe that the war is over. It's finally over. You know what joy it was when they heard on the radio that Germany had capitulated, what a happy day May 9th. This is truly a holiday!”

4. Letter from Sonya Dmitrieva to Anna Eshugova on August 26, 1944. Location: funds of the Mendeleevsk Museum of Local Lore

“Anna dear, hello!

Today I stood at the post and saw the reflections of the salute to the troops of the liberators of the city of Tartu. I wrote letters today and now there are a few minutes left before the end of my shift and I decided to drop you a little.

What's new with you, from whom do you receive letters? I live the old way. It's getting cold, I'm a terrible scumbag. Our girl alone went home on a business trip, the boss is ill and the three of us are fighting, which is not a very pleasant phenomenon.

It's nice to hear good news from the front, but somehow I've already lost all hope that someday I'll be at home. If only in 45 to be at home, I would agree. After all, it will soon be 2.5 years old.

I kiss Sonya firmly, write.

MDOU " Kindergarten No. 40"
Oktyabrsky district
Literary and musical composition
"Letters from the front are silent witnesses
wars"
Purpose: Education of historical literacy and a sense of patriotism among
the rising generation. The scale of the tragedy of the Great Patriotic
wars and the greatness of the feat of the Soviet people.
Tasks:
1. To convey the idea of ​​the need for continuity of generations.
2. Disclosure creativity students.
Participants: children of senior and preparatory groups for school.
Music prepared. hands Bobkova S.V.

Saratov 2018
Children enter the hall under a military march, columns,
are seated.
Music. Video.
Leading. Not burned by the forties,
Hearts rooted in silence
Of course, we look through different eyes
For this sick war.
We know from confused, difficult stories
About the bitter, victorious path,
Therefore, at least our mind must
Expensive suffering to pass.
Leading. And we have to figure it out ourselves
In the pain that the world has endured.
Of course, we look with different eyes,
but ... the same, full of tears.
Song about that spring.
Girls come out with triangular letters in their hands.
Girl 1. More than 70 years have passed since the Great
Patriotic War, but its echo still does not subside in human souls ...
Girl 2. We, who live now, have no right to forget the horrors of that war,
so that it doesn't happen again.
Girl 3. We have no right to forget those soldiers who died for
for us to live now. We must remember everything...

Girl 4. But, there are fewer and fewer who can tell what they thought,
what he saw, what the soldier felt, preparing for an attack or leaving the battle.
Girl 5. Now to recreate the atmosphere of unforgettable days
Great Patriotic War, we are increasingly turning to the documents of those years.
Girl 1. And the most reliable and frank of them are letters
front-line soldiers to their home ...
Girl 2. Letters from the front...Documents over which time has no power.
They were written in the heat and in the cold by the hard-working hands of soldiers who did not let go
weapons. These documents keep the hot breath of battle.
Girl 3. These letters are a thread that connects our generation with those
distant years. And let it be today reading these living lines of war
a tribute to the blessed memory of those who wrote them ...
1. Composition "Letters from the front".
Leading. These letters from the era of war
What is stored in the family archives,
On paper, a flight of yellowness,
And worn to holes in the bends.
Leading. These letters from the era of war
Unusual require reading:
That is why their short lines are strong,
That we ourselves are their continuation!
Boy 1. “Dear Tonechka! I don't know if you will ever read these
lines? But I know for sure that it's mine last letter. Now there's a fight
hot, deadly. Our tank is down. Fascists are all around us. All day
repulse the attack. When our tank first met the enemy, I hit him
from a gun, mowed down with machine-gun fire in order to more destroy the Nazis and
to hasten the end of the war so that I can see you sooner, my dear. But mine
dreams did not come true ... The tank is shuddering from enemy attacks, but we are still alive.
There are no shells, cartridges are running out ... Through the holes of the tank, I see the street,
green trees, flowers in the garden are bright bright. You survivors after
war, life will be as bright, colorful as these flowers, and happy. Behind
She's not afraid to die..."
"Dance of the Border Guards"

Boy 2. “Mom, why do you yearn for us? On the contrary, you need
be proud that you have 7 sons at the front with weapons in their hands protect
beloved motherland. Soon, mother, we will return home with a victory. And if
we are destined to die, then know that we died for the happiness of the Soviet
people, for peace and happiness on earth"
Boy 3. (with echo) It's midnight outside. The candle burns out. high stars
visible.
You write me a letter, dear, To the burning address of war.
How long have you been writing it, dear, Finish and start, again.
But I am sure that such love will break through to the front line.
Leading. Small town on the western border of our country firmly
slept.
Leading. The last sounds of waltzes and parting words sounded in schools
words of teachers said to their graduates at parting.
Leading. After prom, according to tradition, the guys went to meet
dawn. Many have already gone home, but these two could not
part, dreaming about the future, so bright, so close ...
- No, Vanechka, I will go to Moscow all the same! You can learn to be an artist
only in Moscow, you know. Come with me try to university
act.
- Kat, I don't know. But since we decided to be together, then I’ll go ...
- Oh, look what's there? See, at the very edge of the sky? Vanechka, this
aircraft! One, two, yes there are thirty of them!
- You hear, it looks like explosions! Fire? Looks like our school is on fire! Kate,
is this…?
Leading. Our heroes, like all Soviet people, at dawn on June 22, 1941
years, did not know, and could not even guess that fire would break into their lives,
sorrow, horror and death. All the worst that could happen to them
happened that night.
Leading. Katya and Vanya, of course, broke up. Katerina entered the courses
nurses, and Ivan took an urgent course at a tank school. And then there were
letters...
“Hello, Vanya, I am in Second Belarusian. It's scary, but I'm getting used to it ... "
“Katya, I am immensely glad for your letter. I love you, I love you very much. Now
I'm sitting in a mutilated tank. The heat is unbearable. I want to drink, but there is no water

drops. Your portrait lies in my lap. I look at him and me
become easier, you are with me. I always think about you, I dream to see you, to hug you
you. Or maybe it will never happen. After all, the war ... "
“When I received your letter after a long silence, it seemed to me that it
came from nothingness. Vanechka! I don't know if this letter will find you. I believe -
will find! My heart is full of light and joy today. I danced in my sleep
so we will definitely meet!”
“Katya, I’m alive, this is the main thing! Forgive me for not writing well - I write on my knees on
piece of paper. We'll be fighting soon. If from me again for a long time will not be
letters, you still believe in our meeting. Believe. Hear, dear, believe!
Leading. It was March forty-five. Correspondence was interrupted. Write
there was nowhere. But fate prepared a surprise for them. They met in Berlin
in May 1945...
Leading. No, they didn't run towards each other. They walked slowly, intently
peering, as if recognizing again ... Because they were completely different
Katya and Vanya. Those former carefree dreamers forever changed
unbearably terrible, bloody, cruel - the Great Patriotic War.
The host - this is how our children dreamed about who they would be in this life ....
And who else in childhood, at a very young age, made plans for
life ... But they were not destined to be fulfilled ....
Scene - "Children - Angels"
The phonogram of light music sounds, children come out (3 people, in white
long shirts, sit down in the middle of the hall on the carpet, turned with their backs to
viewers...)
The first child gets up, turns around ... When I was little, I loved
walk with mom and dad in the park, look at trees and flowers, loved
feed the birds bread crumbs and seeds. I dreamed that when I grow up -
I will be a biologist, because I liked everything living! But it won't happen
never…. I passed away when I was 5 years old.... The war has begun, and all my
the family died in the bombing .... (takes up a candle, bows his head, stands on
place...)

The second child, turns around, gets up, and when I was little,
my grandmother took me to the theater, we watched performances, ballet .. And I dreamed
when I grow up, I will become a ballerina ... But this will never happen ... The train to
which we were traveling with my mother was hit by enemy bombs .... (takes a candle,
bows his head and stays in place)
The third child, melts, turns around ... And I dreamed that when I grow up,
I will be military, since my folder was military! I thought I'd grow up, put on a uniform,
and I’ll go and smash the Fritz ... But this will not happen ... I was shot when I
ran in the yard, to his house ... Now it's easy for all of us. We know that our
Homeland under reliable protection! (takes a candle, bows his head and stands on
place...
A moment of silence……
Music sounds, the children turn one after another and leave ...
Children come out senior group"Rays", perform a song
"Birds don't sing here."
Birds don't sing here
Trees don't grow
And only we, shoulder to shoulder,
We grow into the ground here.
The planet burns and spins
Smoke over our homeland


One for all, we will not stand up for the price.
A deadly fire awaits us,
And yet he is powerless.


Our tenth airborne battalion.
As soon as the fire went out
Another command sounds

And the postman will go crazy looking for us.
Red rocket takes off
The machine gun is firing, tireless ...
And that means we need one victory
One for all, we will not stand up for the price.
One for all, we will not stand up for the price.
Chorus.
From Kursk and Orel
The war brought us
To the most enemy gates
Such things, brother.
Someday we'll remember this
And you won't believe yourself...
And now we need one victory
One for all, we will not stand up for the price.
One for all, we will not stand up for the price.
Doubts away, goes into the night separate
Our tenth airborne battalion.
Our tenth airborne battalion.
There are voices.
“Son, be careful!”, “Take care of yourself, darling!”, “Dear, dad, I
miss you very much! When will you return home?”, “My son, my dear
bloody! When will this damned war end? I'm waiting for you.
Come back!"
Host: Probably. Each front-line soldier received letters with such words.
He knew that he was expected at home and loved.
Presenter: In response, the front-line soldier wrote not so much about the hardships of the war as
reassure your loved ones...
Boy "Mom! You must be really tired! How many things have you got
dear! .. Mommy, I ask you, at least do not worry about me. That's all
Fine. The matter is simple, soldierly - we are at war. We're trying to get it as soon as possible
fascists... You keep writing to me so that I can be more careful. I ask you to forgive
Mom, but that's impossible. I am the commander. And from whom will the soldiers take an example,

if their commander begins to think in battle not about how to win the battle, but how
save your skin. You mama understand that I can't do it though
of course, I would very much like to go through the whole war and stay alive, so that again

On the eve of Victory Day, Komsomolskaya Pravda continues to publish news from the front. Part 2.

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The first part of the front-line letters sent by you, dear readers, to the editors of Komsomolskaya Pravda - St. Petersburg, we published yesterday, May 7th. Today - the second part of the news that came from the war. We remind you that we publish all letters practically without edits, preserving the author's style, punctuation and spelling.

Yuri

All the men of our family died in the war. Yura was the eighth of our men, and the last one went to the front at the age of eighteen. He did not live to be nineteen, he died in battle in Berlin. All his brothers died, both his father and uncles, - said Galina Tsvetkova, who sent this letter to the editor.

"I have no more brothers"

26/VI - 44

Hello, dear aunt Tinochka!

Aunt Tinochka, I haven't written anything to you, I don't remember since when. Today I received a letter from my mother with sad news - our beloved brother Vladik died in the defense of Leningrad. Here, dear comrade Tinochka, now I am left alone. I have no brothers now. Mom writes that your son has not written anything to you for a long time. Of course, this is hard for a mother, but anything can happen at the front. Maybe you can't write.

Aunt Tinochka, I still live in the rear, I work as a commander. I live well. I receive letters from home, as well as from comrades. Only Misha and Kostya haven't written to me for a long time - I don't know why.

T. Tinochka, I am sending you my photograph. True, it came out a bit dark and not very good, but this is not my fault, but the photographer's. That's all for now. Congratulations on May 1st. I kiss you firmly, Yura.

Sorry for the sloppy writing and probably a lot of mistakes. I didn't pay attention to it.

SHAROV Anatoly Fedorovich

My grandmother's brother immediately, as he turned eighteen, went to the front, in the very first days of the war he signed up for the Red Army. Grandmother remembers how at the end of June he came to say goodbye to his parents, younger brothers and sisters. From 1941 to 1943, he took part in three offensives, fought on different fronts. He was listed in the Siberian division, which was transferred near Leningrad and completely died, - says Anatoly Sharov's great-niece Irina Saponkova.

"Writing a letter straight from the trench"

Hello, my dear parents, dad, mom, as well as dear sisters May, Clara and Lyubochka and brother Hera. In the first lines of my letter I inform you that I am alive and well, and I wish you the same. I waited a long time, but I got two letters from you, one from dad and one from Maya, for which I sincerely thank you and wish you all the best in your life. In letters you ask why I do not write about myself, and there is nothing to write about, the famous life of a soldier, I am currently writing

a letter straight from the trench. And dad himself should know what the life of a soldier in a trench is like, because he himself experienced everything. But I ask you, dear parents, not to worry about my fate. I'm going on the offensive against the damned lousy Fritz for the fourth time and so far nothing. May God bless and everything will go well. And we'll live the old way again. But, and if I die, then the death of the brave, for the liberation of the Fatherland from the fascist beast.

There is nothing more to write, thank you very much for writing me two letters at once. I ask my mother about one thing, do not worry about me, but worry about the rest of the children, about their upbringing. That's all I can write to you about myself. I can also write about the weather, that at present it is good, there is no rain, and this is the most important thing in trench life. While I have everything, there is nothing more to write. I convey to everyone a warm kiss, and a warm greeting from the Red Army.

For that I remain, your son. Say hello to all your friends and acquaintances. Your son Anatoly. I kiss you 10000000 times.

EPIFANTSEV Feofan Konstantinovich

Grandfather went to the front from the city of Chita. I know that he fought near Stalingrad - he taught car drivers. Then guarded railroad bridge across the Dnieper in Kyiv. There he met the Victory Day, - said the grandson of Epifantsev Yuri.

"Kiss, Dad"

Marguerite.

Hello, I'm eight years old.

I am writing a letter to you

And with the eighth birthday and school

new life

I want to congratulate you.

Now it has become big

You are my eight year old.

Study diligently without getting tired

You dear child.

Study, you know, life is needed,

Like food and water.

Learn everything that you will be taught.

And never be lazy.

Our wise Lenin bequeathed to us

Learn endlessly.

And you don't need to forget the words

Lenin - teacher, father.

Kiss dad.

KUZMIN Andrey Kuzmich

He died in 1943 near Stalingrad.

“My heart ached, and I decided to write you a letter”

Good afternoon, dear and most beloved mother. I send you my fiery sincere greetings, as well as dad, wife Nyura and daughter Nadia. I wish you all the best. Hello, my dear mother. I'm still alive and well. Too bad you can't read my letter yourself. But it doesn't matter, aunt will read it to you. My heart ached for some reason, and I decided to write you a letter. And I, dear mother, know that you will write me your precious words, with which I will be very pleased.

It's bad that letters are received very badly. I don’t know about you, but in five months I received one from dad, and two from Nyura, but I didn’t receive any more. Mom, how are you, how is your health? What is your relationship with my wife Nyura? It is interesting to know, maybe the same way as when I was on the Finnish front. There were disputes and so on. It is desirable to know your truth about this. How is my daughter Nadia?

I live nothing yet, in general, you yourself know what is good, not good, but average. There are no acquaintances. One Chubov and brother-in-law Shura are not far away protecting their beloved city of Leningrad from lousy German dogs […] They wanted to take our favorite cities (Germans - ed.) in a week, and already all the first ones were exterminated. Until then, they had to wear women's skirts instead of shirts. I assure you, mother, that soon they will all die in holes like worms.

I send you personally, mom, 100 rubles. Buy something, you will remember me. And I'll be alive, I'll send you and dad again. I will wait for your words.

Bye, your son Andrew.

About veteran

Unfortunately, the editors of Komsomolskaya Pravda could not make out the name of the author of this letter. We only know that this message was intended for his wife.

“A thousand times harder when there is no letter from relatives”

Lena! Hello dear! Hello lovely daughters!

Lena, what's wrong with you, why don't you write? I have written you several letters, but still no response from you. This worries me. Lena, no matter how hard it is in battles and campaigns, but a thousand times harder when there is no letter from relatives.

After all, you know that I have no more relatives, and there is no one else to receive a letter and a kind word from. Lena, if something is bad in your life, then you still write and do not be afraid that you will disturb me. I also know that you have more difficulties in life. Lena, I still can't send you money. Everyone is hiking. We don't have mail yet. But I'll be able to find out soon.

Lena, I congratulate you on the holiday of May 1 - the day of the review of the revolutionary forces of the international proletariat. We will celebrate this holiday with a live blow against the fascist invaders at the front. Labor upsurge in the rear.

Lena, tell us details about your life, how your daughters are growing up... About myself, I can tell you that I live well. A little gray hair appears on the head, but that's okay. After all, you yourself know that there are many worries.

Lena, write about your health and why you haven't written me a letter for so long.

Goodbye, kiss you hard.

ROSCHENKO Petr Kondratievich

Born in 1925 in the village of Karabanovka, Krasnoyarsk Territory.

He went to the front from the first days of the war. Participated in the battles for the liberation of Belarus. Went to reconnaissance, brought "language". In the 44th year, he was on the offensive on the territory of the Lithuanian ASSR, commanded a platoon with the rank of sergeant. He died heroically on August 2, was buried in the grave of an unknown soldier in the village of Tarabashki. He was only 19 years old, - said Galina Roschenko, who sent this letter to our editorial office.

"Your son has become seasoned warrior»

Hello dad. With warm greetings from the guards, your son Petya.

In the first lines of my letter I inform you that I have received your letter, for the second I thank you sincerely. I, dad, is still alive and well, and I am on the offensive. He liberated all of Belarus, participated in the battles for Vitebsk. Your son has become a seasoned warrior. I have already been entrusted to command a platoon (mortar). To date, I already have Fritz killed from my carbine.

Dad, I answer every letter of yours with a double animation, and I receive your letters. You probably don't have paper. I'm sending you papers, just send letters, papa.

AND AT THIS TIME

Marshal Govorov - to Lydia's wife: Let's destroy the enemy and New Year let's meet together!

The grandson of the legendary commander shared his grandfather's letters with Komsomolskaya Pravda

Leonid Govorov is a holy figure for St. Petersburg. He led military operations, as a result of which Leningrad was liberated from the blockade. Govorov is still affectionately called our Leningrad marshal and savior.

My dear, dear, beloved Lidochka!

It's been a month since we parted, and I have no information about you. My dear, everything is fine with me, alive, healthy and full of energy, in order, as in Finland, to fulfill everything that the Motherland requires. I don’t have enough information about you, write as soon as possible: how you live, how your health and Ledika (as the son of Vladimir was called in the family, - approx. Alexei Govorov), what are you doing.

Don't worry about me, I'm doing fine...

Lidochka, it will be difficult for you, but you steadfastly endured our separation during the war with Finland, and I am sure that you will also steadfastly cope with difficulties now, although they are many times harder ...

Pay all your attention to this year's studies, this is your main task. Give her everything. Write to me soon.

September 1941

"My dear, sweet, beloved"

Hello, my dear, my dear Lidochka!

I have not received a single letter from you, not a single message. I don't know if you receive my, though rare, letters and telegrams. I am alive and well, but I am very worried about the uncertainty of your and Ledic's position.

Where are you now, where is Ledik studying? This is very important question. (...)

Don't worry about me, you know how I give myself to work and to the assigned task.

Endure hard days with steadfastness, take care of yourself, we will beat the enemy, and the days will come when we will meet and be together again, but now the situation requires sacrifice. (...)

I will try to write to you more often. Lidochka, my dear, dear, beloved.

"Dear Lidochka" ... Photo: family archive

"No difficulties are terrible"

(...) A lot of busy, mostly on the road. It is already autumn, it is raining, the roads are heavy, and this brings many unpleasant minutes. But all these are trifles, the enemy must be defeated, and for this purpose no difficulties are terrible ... Our gunners inflict no small losses on the enemy - this is the result of my work.

(...) Write about your life, write more often and force Ledic. Make it a rule to write to me every week, I will also adhere to this rule.

Your Lenya

“I’m very worried: the road is long, and even in winter”

My dear!

You probably didn't receive my letter for a long time. You will get there sometime. I am very worried: how will you get there, because the road is very long, and even in winter. (...)

Happy New Year, happy new year.

We will destroy the enemy, we will meet 1943 together.

INSTEAD OF AFTERWORD

- Grandfather and grandmother already celebrated New Year 1943 together ... in besieged Leningrad, but the main thing is that together. In 1943, their son Vladimir, an artillery lieutenant, also came to Leningrad, to the front. And in 1944, in the city on the Neva, their second son, Sergei, my father, was born, ”Govorov’s grandson Alexei told Komsomolskaya Pravda.