Greetings, our readers! We open a page of history that has left an indelible, deep mark in our hearts and in our memories. This trace will never disappear and thanks to the Great Victory holiday we return to memories again and again. And although this holiday has a very bitter taste, we can show respect and convey respect through poetry and memory of those who defended our land.
The selection of poems for May 9 is very emotional for us. Each line conveys the deep meaning of real events, experiences, the joy of victories and the pain of losses. With each verse we walk together through the pages of the history of the war.
Poems for May 9th to tears for a reading competition for children
No one is forgotten and nothing is forgotten! Our children can always carry this banner of memory. And our task is to help them and talk about heroism, about the exploits of our compatriots who did not allow the enemy to win. Poems that children can learn and understand the deep meaning and idea of the May 9th Holiday are very helpful in this.
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Do you see clouds from the west? - Don't be afraid, It's just the movement of a thunderstorm. In '41, the fascist army was the mud of powdery mildew.
Do you see the heads of the daisies drooping? - Not from the evil soot and bombs, - From the heat on them, the ladybugs are resting and hiding their foreheads.
Like a distant echo, the clouds moved beyond the horizon. The sun is a gentle light and laughter Above the fields, and the sky is clear.
Soldiers sleep under gray granite... They fell so that we could walk on the grass. Peace in your soul, take care of beauty for the sake of peace on our land!
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War veterans.
Behind every order and medal I see flashes of fire, forever frozen in the enamel, warming me with its warmth.
I look into the faces of veterans, They are participants in the war! From the fields of Velikaya and Afghanistan, From the valleys and snowy mountains of Chechnya.
I look - and mentally, I won’t hide it, I so wanted to be around - Now, of course... That time, In the heat of an unheard of struggle!
Behind every order and medal there is a high price... Soldier's valor and glory, Victory joy Spring!
For the honor and dignity of the Power, For the peaceful thrill of silence, The bet is an eagle, a double-headed eagle, Under a clear sky, without war! Author: Vedin.A.V.
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While the memory is alive!
The volleys of our guns died down long ago, And in the bomb crater there is grass and ants... But stern people did not forget the war And they laugh through their tears, After all, the memory is alive!
They remember campaigns and distant countries, And simple words from the heart of the people. They remember the faces of friends who left so early. Their words and smiles - After all, the memory is alive!
They remember the spring of 1945... My head was spinning with happiness then! Those who died in the campaigns did not recognize her, But their friends all remember, After all, the memory lives on!
This memory with its roots goes deeper and deeper, And the foliage rustles on the branches, turning green... Running will never drown out its time! After all, the soul is young, While the memory is alive!
Author: 3. Chebotareva
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The sun blows a golden trumpet: “Glory to the hero-fighter! The enemy is defeated, destroyed, defeated, Glory to the hero-fighter!”
“I fight with enemies,” said the fighter, “I don’t even regret life for this, But the blacksmith forged the bayonet for me - Strong tempered steel!”
“I forged a bayonet,” the blacksmith says. Like heat, it burns in the sun, But the sonorous steel, a precious gift, was smelted by the steelmaker brother.
“Of course,” said the steelmaker, “I extracted the metal from the ore myself, But it was not I who descended into the dark depths of the Ural Mountains, but the miner.”
“Yes, it’s true,” the miner said, “My face is rocky.” I got the ore, but the driver brought it to you at the station.
“Well, yes,” said the driver, “I travel all over the country, But our dear reapers get bread for you and for me.”
“Well, it’s true, I feed everyone,” the reaper said to the driver, “But the land that I love was saved for me by a fighter.”
Author: E. Trutneva
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Raising the festive flag to the skies, Enters the Ninth of May Square. The city is dressed in ceremonial uniform, Even the sun has a solemn color.
This holy, heroic holiday is equally shared by great-grandfather and great-grandson. The whole country wants to embrace the warriors, looking at their orders with pride.
And the Courage of Brest and Stalingrad marches in the ranks of the parade. The military valor of our regiments will not fade forever!
Great-grandfathers, soldiers of Victory, cast in bronze, sung in songs! Glory to the dead! Glory to the living! To all commanders and all privates!
The day over the country is clear like spring, May marches ring in the heights. The Marshal of Victory gallops through the years, across Red Square, on a white horse.
Beautiful poems for Victory Day for primary school children
A good reason and time for children to learn poetry during school time. Many schools invite veterans to the event, of whom, unfortunately, there are fewer and fewer of them left.
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It is a holiday today. It’s a very warm day, and there are lilacs outside the window. And someone puts on their uniform again, remembers their fallen friends.
But, alas, there are fewer of them, Defenders of the great ones of the whole country. There are now fireworks for them, And the fighting grams will be poured again.
So, my dears, be healthy, even if you are sometimes harsh. We love you and appreciate you from the bottom of our hearts. Let these years be only in silence,
And the bombings will never return, And the tears will never be shed again. We will keep your feat in our souls and tell the story about it
To our descendants, glorifying you forever, we congratulate you again on May 9!
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Even then we were not in the world...
Even then we were not in the world, When fireworks thundered from one end to another. Soldiers, you gave the planet a Great May, a victorious May!
Even then we were not in the world, When in a military firestorm, Deciding the fate of future centuries, You fought a battle, a sacred battle!
Even then we were not in the world, When you came home with Victory. Soldiers of May, glory to you forever From all the earth, from all the earth!
Thank you, soldiers, for life, for childhood and spring, for silence, for a peaceful home, for the world in which we live!
Author: M. Vladimov
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9th May
Today I woke up with heart palpitations, On seven-zero-seven Great Victory Day. It’s worth it, brother, to be patient, to take a running jump from sorrow.
We sadly said goodbye in the cramped hallway, I didn’t want to leave the house. The evening call from her, dear, pretty, that she was already home, was primitive.
Long poems for children about war to tears
For older children, we offer a selection of long poems about the war.
Tanya
“Mom, look at the sun! You see, it’s falling into the Neva... If I have to save it, I’ll call you for help!
Is it true that it now looks like a big, rosy, delicious pancake? And a little for a lollipop, too, It’s just a pity that there’s only one...
I wish I had some chocolate candy and some crispy bread with milk. So that summer comes faster, And so that our house is not bombed...”
The voice burst like a wounded bird, Beating against the paper cross on the window. And they looked from the photographs at the faces of the Young, donated to the war.
Under the thin, frayed blanket, squeezing her eyes tighter, the girl whispered in despair. A thunderstorm was raging outside the window,
And over the unruly river, Embracing the monograms of the fences, She cried with ruby melancholy To the harsh city of Leningrad.
Through the glass filled with sadness, Breaking the chain of hungry days, The first ray - helpless and faded - slipped through. From ghostly shadows
They acted like a doomed hill near the potbelly stove with an old volume. And it seemed that under the bitter whispers winter was creeping away forever.
How much did she manage to take, throw it into the greedy furnace - into the war! The girl, weakening, sat down and extended her hand. Silence
Only the heart, like an alarm bell, exploded, A heart that had not known dreams. The girl screamed silently, and then began to cry, without tears...
And she wrote, poorly understanding, with a thin, trembling hand: “Mom is gone... May thirteenth...”. And hesitating: “The year forty-two...”.
Wounding the defenseless pages, I wrote on the red stripe: “Tanya is the only one left alive.” And one more thing... that everyone died...
Another May, drunk with a difficult victory, Met the long-awaited spring. And the people, incredibly stubborn, won the Great War!
And it's spring again! And how many girls in the world will be called Tanya! Only now... the Savichevs no longer live in their large apartment...
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Boy's Prayer
In an old village, a centuries-old church, the dome is withered, gilded in color. The ringing of bells fills the soul, Soon it will be more than a hundred years.
In the temple of God, a boy near the ancient icons, lights a candle, prays - God help! So that there will be no war, so that dad returns, so that there is something to eat, so that he doesn’t get sick.
Every day he sneaks away from his mother, just to talk to God again. And in his pocket there is a photo, a photo of his folder. A homemade copper cross on his chest.
Suddenly there were explosions, he rushed home, he saw two fascists beating his mother. He remembered about the gun that was hanging in the barn. He wanted to stand up for his own mother.
The boy shouted, stop, shot at the fascist. He immediately fell to the ground dead. He didn’t miss the second one right away. A clear shot in the heart and the fascist lay there.
He ran to his mother, threw himself on his neck. Tears rolled down his cheeks. Mom said, don’t cry, son. You protected your mother, you risked your life!
Having put her son to bed, the mother left the house to clean up the bodies in the cold rain. She barely had enough strength to drag her away, where the grass grew.
Time flew by, the war went on angrily, How many sons the earth has lost! The boy kept praying, remembering his dad. He believed that the war would soon end.
One spring day, his mother was washing the clothes in the garden. The boy began to listen to the radio. They told him the news, his heart sank. He went to his mother’s garden and immediately ran quickly.
Mom mom! It's all done! They said the war was over! Do you hear, mom, ours won! Tears filled brown eyes.
A week later, evening as usual, Mom sews clothes for her son. There were knocks on the door, somehow unusual. Who is knocking on us? It's time for bed.
The mother opened the door, the husband returned from the front. Orders sparkle on his chest. They threw themselves on the neck, kissed for a long time, and then went to the kitchen to celebrate!
Here he is in the church again, among the ancient icons, Saying thank you Lord for everything! That the war was gone, that dad returned And that life became good for us!
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Friends come to grandpa, They come on Victory Day. I love listening to their songs and conversations for a long time.
I don’t ask them to repeat the Secret Stories: After all, repeating means losing military comrades again,
Which are still being sought for. Military awards. One is a sergeant, another is a major, and more are privates.
I know: It’s hard to tell first every year About how the army walked forward with hope.
About what kind of gunfire there is, How bullets are aimed at the heart... - Fate, - they will sigh, - Fate! Do you remember how in July?
I sit silently next to you, But sometimes it seems that I’m looking into the sight, That I’m preparing for battle.
That those who write letters to me are no longer waiting for an answer. That even a summer in war is a completely different summer.
Friends come to grandpa to celebrate the Victory. There are fewer and fewer of them, But I believe: they will come again.
Author: V. Stepanov
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We want to live under a peaceful sky!
Children have different names, - There are a lot of us on the planet... There are Vanyas, Hanses, Johns, - There are millions of children everywhere!
Children have different names, For us - all the best in the world! We need bright toys - Pinocchio and Parsley.
We need books, songs, dances and exciting fairy tales. Pools, slides, horizontal bars, Gardens, fountains, flower beds.
May bright kindergartens everywhere greet children joyfully, May there be enough schools for everyone, so that everyone goes to school in the morning!
We want to grow up to be doctors, Builders, violinists, Teachers, and artists, And pilots, and signalmen!
We want to live under a peaceful sky, and rejoice and be friends, We want children everywhere on the planet to not know war at all!
Author: N. Naydenova
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In the foggy lowland where the two boys were killed then, mares wander with foals, ... the haystacks breathe rotten clover.
Veterans of the Great Patriotic War (Yuri Solovyov)
How few of them are left on earth. Their legs don’t walk and their wounds bother them, And they smoke at night, so that in a nightmare, They won’t shoot at them again on the battlefield.
I want to hug each of them, share the warmth of my soul with them, If only I had the power to turn back time... But I’m not God... they dream of war again.
Let the grandchildren not get the war, And the dirt does not touch her descendants, Let the former company sergeant smoke and listen to his great-granddaughter laugh.
Author: Yuri Solovyov
Poems touching to tears about the war of 1941-1945. for children
Great Patriotic War 1941-1945 left an indelible mark on the history of our country and the lives of its citizens. Many classical poets convey in their poems all the horrors experienced during these four war years - how long and difficult the path to Victory turned out to be. We have selected the most touching and tearful poems about the war for children in grades 1–4 of primary school to read at a class hour, a gala event in honor of Victory Day.
Short poems for May 9, Victory Day
These short poems can be sent as congratulations via SMS or instant messengers. But of course, our grandparents are always happy to hear congratulations from us in poetry or prose.
Let these words, uttered in verse, be able to fill the guys with gratitude to the Veterans and congratulate them, show their reverence and respect.
The country was blooming. But the enemy from around the corner made a raid and went to war against us. At that terrible hour, becoming a steel wall, all the youth took up arms to defend their native Fatherland.
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World
No, the word “peace” will hardly remain, When people will not know war. After all, what was previously called the world, Everyone will simply call life.
And only children, experts on the past, having fun playing war, having run around, will remember this word, with which they died in the old days.
Author: V. Berestov
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Glory to our generals...
Glory to our generals and private soldiers! Glory to the fallen and the living, Thank you to them from the bottom of my heart! Let's not forget those heroes who lie in the damp ground, having given their lives on the battlefield for the people, for you and me!
Author: S. Mikhalkov
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We are not here because the date...
We're not here because of the date. Like an evil splinter, the memory burns in my chest. Come to the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier on holidays and weekdays.
He protected you on the battlefield, He fell without taking a step back, And this hero has a name - the Great Army - a simple soldier.
Author: M. Isakovsky
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No one is forgotten
“No one is forgotten and nothing is forgotten” - Burning inscription on a block of granite.
The wind plays with faded leaves and covers the wreaths with cold snow.
But, like fire, at the foot there is a carnation. No one is forgotten and nothing is forgotten.
Author: A. Shamarin
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We wish the veterans well, And of course, sincerely, health, And in the soul - spring warmth, So that they live joyfully, with love. And let there be a little of you left - Your glory will be unforgettable, You will always remain for us - The best, most worthy people!
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Victory Day is a holiday of spring, the Day of the defeat of a cruel war, the Day of the defeat of violence and evil, the Day of the resurrection of love and goodness.
Memories of those who set themselves the goal that henceforth this day would become a symbol of all the efforts of people to raise children in peace and happiness.
Author: T. Marshalova
Children's poems for Victory Day in kindergarten
How touching it was when my daughter went to kindergarten and we learned poems for Victory Day. For this holiday, Veterans were invited to the kindergarten and our children read poems to them. Tears in the eyes of older people through smiles... these strong feelings simply cannot be put into words.
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In the best festive suit, Great-grandfather came out to the parade, For him, I’ll say guys, I’m incredibly proud and happy, His orders are shining, Great-grandfather is smiling, I love him, he knows, May he live another hundred years!
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Today our grandfathers got orders. Today is Victory Day, and the country is celebrating.
We are, of course, proud of the War Heroes, We kiss them heartily, Our hearts are full of fire.
And let the fire not go out. After all, this is how you should live! Today is an important holiday, it cannot be forgotten!
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THANK YOU TO THE HEROES, THANK YOU TO THE SOLDIERS FOR GIVING PEACE, Then - in forty-five!!!
With blood and sweat you won VICTORY. You were young, now you are already grandfathers.
WE WILL NEVER FORGET THIS VICTORY!!! Let the PEACEFUL sun shine on all people!!!
May happiness and joy live on the planet!!! After all, peace is very necessary - for both adults and children!!!
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Victory Day
The May holiday - Victory Day is celebrated by the whole country. Our grandfathers put on the Military Orders.
In the morning the road calls them to the solemn parade, And grandmothers look after them thoughtfully from the threshold.
Author: T. Belozerov
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Today I want to congratulate every veteran with all my heart, In honor of such an important holiday, After all, it’s a great day, a big day - It’s called lunch day, So let good luck come to you, Only the best happens, In everything, of course, luck!
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Let there be peace
Let the machine guns not fire, And the menacing guns be silent, Let no smoke billow in the sky, Let the sky be blue,
Let the bombers on it Don’t fly to anyone, Don’t let people and cities die... Peace is always needed on earth!
Author: Naydenova N.
Long and short poems for a recitation competition for Victory Day (for school and kindergarten)
Our generation should not forget about those battles when the Great Patriotic War of 1941-1945 was fought, remember these dates. We must learn not to repeat such mistakes of fate, but at the same time always remember the exploits and those people who fought for our Motherland. Our Mother Rus' has more than once held the defense in its direction, appreciate the peacetime, it has come to us with huge losses and a lot of victims.
Thank God that the war is over and only these phrases and sentences remind us of these events of those years.
What is Victory Day? This is the morning parade: Tanks and missiles are driving, a line of soldiers is marching. What is Victory Day? This is a festive fireworks display: Fireworks fly into the sky, scattering here and there. What is Victory Day? These are songs at the table, These are speeches and conversations, This is grandfather's album. These are fruits and sweets, These are the smells of spring... What is Victory Day - This means - no war. (A. Usachev)
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One day the children went to bed - the windows were all darkened. And we woke up at dawn - There was light in the windows - and there was no war! You don’t have to say goodbye anymore And you don’t have to see you off to the front - They will return from the front, We will wait for the heroes. The trenches will be overgrown with grass on the sites of former battles. Every year becomes better, Hundreds of cities will rise. And in good moments, you and I will remember, How we cleared the edges from the enemy’s fierce hordes. Let's remember everything: how we were friends, How we extinguished fires, How at our porch We gave steamed milk to a Weary fighter, gray with dust. Let's not forget those heroes, Who lie in the damp ground, Having given their lives on the battlefield For the people, for you and me... Glory to our generals, Glory to our admirals And ordinary soldiers - On foot, floating, horseback, Tired, seasoned! Glory to the fallen and the living - Thank you to them from the bottom of my heart!
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Listen to this piece, the girl is reading.
Let the machine guns not fire, And the menacing guns be silent, Let the smoke not billow in the sky, Let the sky be blue, Let the bombers across it Do not fly to anyone, People and cities do not die... Peace is always needed on earth!
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Grandma put on the medal and now she’s so beautiful! She celebrates Victory Day, remembering the great war. Grandma's face is sad. There is a soldier's triangle on the table. Grandfather’s letter from the front is very painful for her to read even now. We look at grandfather’s portrait and shake hands with my brother: “Well, what kind of grandfather is this?” He's still just a boy!
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What are you playing? Into the submarine war! To war? Why do you need war? Listen, commander: The peoples do not need war. Play better in the world. He left after hearing the answer. Then he came again and quietly asked: Grandfather, how can you play in the world? Catching the news that I was broadcasting in the morning, I thought: it’s time to stop playing with war, so that the children can learn to play in peace!
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A photograph on the wall - There is a memory of the war in the house. Dimkin's grandfather In this photo: With a machine gun near the pillbox, His hand is bandaged, Smiling slightly... Here Dimkin's grandfather is only ten years older than Dimka.
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The boys left - they had greatcoats on their shoulders, The boys left - they bravely sang songs, The boys retreated through the dusty steppes, The boys died, where - they themselves did not know... The boys ended up in terrible barracks, Fierce dogs caught up with the boys. They killed boys for running away on the spot, The boys did not sell their conscience and honor... The boys did not want to succumb to fear, The boys rose to attack at the sound of a whistle. The boys rode away into the black smoke of battle, on sloping armor, clutching their machine guns. The boys - brave soldiers - saw the Volga in 1941, the Spree in 1945, the boys showed in four years who the boys of our people are.
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Katya saw off the guy, And there was emptiness in her heart. Nurse in an old white coat. She would start a song, but her voice would not sound. And the groom kissed her for the first time. And he left, waving, to the heated vehicle, It turned out - forever. Never mind, the Katyushas will sing, And the years will fly by in an instant. Sister Katya will celebrate Victory Day, But alas, she will only dream that the groom will come again. It’s okay, don’t cry, dear, Happy Victory Day, dear!
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I dreamed, I dreamed It was as if I was in that war. Suddenly I see that my dad is young, not my dad yet, so funny, so thin, and not at all gray-haired. Among the explosions and fire He walks, not knowing about me.
I dreamed, I dreamed, I saw my dad in the war. He goes somewhere in boots, not on prosthetics. On foot.
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The beginning of May is upon us again. Let's get together and drink to the Victory. And I would like to talk quietly with dad about the fact that our life is different now.
On Victory Day, mom will buy, as before, red carnations - a festive bouquet. But today dad is not bothered by his wounds. Dad's third holiday is no longer with us.
Poems for May 9 for children 9-10 years old
It’s wonderful to see how proudly, with their heads held high, children can expressively read these amazing poems on Great Victory Day. Here we have selected beautiful stanzas with deep meaning that children can learn and expressively recite at the holiday.
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Meters of tape are built in a parade: Black sweat, white gray hair, That’s why the black and white frame, City, occupation, convoy.
Who said that young people don’t know? Years will not erase this memory: Our peer is dying in the footage, Cold, hunger and hard work.
And again - soldiers, yes soldiers, From their young faces - a look that has seen everything. What, tell me, are they to blame for? Why don't they come back?
Why don't they go back to the house? Don't hug your parents? We don’t know, but now we bow down to their holy feat.
Nonsense - Hollywood horror stories, But again, shivers down the spine: As in Russian epics, strength of spirit - This is what war films breathe.
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I can’t forget this: The fourth year of fire was underway. Both muscles and veins ached, But all the people walked forward!
There are moles all around - in the trenches, I wish there was a light for the shag. Whoever has not been there, in crumbs, does not know the size of the ration.
We drank so much that, it’s true, the seas are nothing, But still forward, under the bullets, We walked and carried our banner.
A many-faced beast flew towards the ordinary guys, But it has already become familiar to us To get up without fear of losses.
And now, on the bright day of Victory, I want to tell you: Be proud that your grandfathers were able to defend your world in the war!
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The ninth of May has arrived on the threshold, To the sound of fireworks, to the tramp of boots, To tell our grandchildren about the roads of war, After all, those who have passed them do not need words.
After all, even a century will not erase this memory of the Heavy, soldierly, dangerous campaign. And a minefield, rows upon rows. No step back! After all, the capital is behind us!
Intelligence so cleverly bypasses the posts, And drags back half a mile. Substituting a healthy body for bullets At the front, it seemed, was a common thing.
I’m not happy that the enemy has invaded Russia; Moscow is hosting a victory parade. And hundreds of bouquets of fragrant bushes. Guys, Victory! Victory is ours!
So, let history not be rewritten, And the one who hears will be a witness. That every fighter, field commander gave us a peaceful sky then.
The warrior then paid for the fact that we lived as masters in a house with hot blood. He bows to us, both the living and the dead, But our “today” was preserved then.
And may the lights that are lit at the monuments of saints never go out forever. And we will be proud of this courage. Live, Russia, warmed by love!
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Victory! How did you get it? How did you get there? And there were wounds, and fatigue, and scars on the chest of the earth. Armor in deep dents,
And they gave away the roads traveled, And the medals on the tunics, Where the sweat mercilessly burned through the fabric. Common graves in which dead friends lie
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Together with grandfather
The morning fog has melted, Spring is showing off... Today Grandfather Ivan Cleaned up the medals.
We go to the park together to meet the Soldiers, gray-haired like him. They will remember their brave battalion there.
There they will have a heart-to-heart talk about all the affairs of the country, about the wounds that still hurt from the distant days of the war.
They will remember the campaigns and the battles, the discomfort of the trenches, and they will probably sing their brave songs.
They will sing about the courage of friends who fell into the ground; They will sing about their homeland, which they saved from their enemies.
They saved the peoples of different countries from slavery and fire... I am glad that grandfather Ivan takes me with him.
Author: G. Ladonshchikov
Poems for Victory Day for preschoolers
It is important to develop patriotism from childhood. We offer little ones to learn easy poems for May 9th. These poems connect generations. And it doesn’t matter how many years pass. As long as children know and remember the exploits of our grandfathers, the strength of the Russian people will always be felt in the air.
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The medals sparkle in the sun, And the veterans of the order, Congratulations on the ninth of May, Groovy kids,
We wish you good health, We thank you for your service, We want to say thank you, dear ones, with all our hearts!
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Fireworks Hurry, hurry up and get dressed! Call the guys quickly! In honor of the big holiday, guns are fired. Everything was quiet around
And suddenly - fireworks! Firework! Rockets flashed in the sky, both here and there!
Above the square, Above the roofs, Above the festive Moscow The living fountain soars higher and higher than the lights!
Out into the street, out into the street Everyone runs joyfully, Shouting: “Hurray!” Admire the festive fireworks!
Author: O. Vysotskaya
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Victory Day Victory Day May 9 – Holiday of peace in the country and spring. On this day we remember the soldiers who did not return to their families from the war.
On this holiday we honor the grandfathers who defended their native country, who gave the peoples Victory and who returned peace and spring to us!
Author: N. Tomilina
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What is Victory Day? What is Victory Day? This is the morning parade: Tanks and missiles are driving, a line of soldiers is marching.
What is Victory Day? This is a festive fireworks display: Fireworks fly into the sky, scattering here and there.
What is Victory Day? These are songs at the table, These are speeches and conversations, This is grandfather's album.
These are fruits and sweets, These are the smells of spring... What is Victory Day - This means - no war.
Author: A. Usachev
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Overcoat
Why are you saving your overcoat? I asked my dad. Why don't you tear it up and burn it? I asked my dad. After all, she is both dirty and old, Take a closer look, There’s a hole in her back, Take a better look!
That’s why I take care of it, Dad answers me, “That’s why I won’t tear it, I won’t burn it,” Dad answers me. “That’s why she’s dear to me, because in this overcoat we went against the enemy, my friend, and defeated him!”
Reading competition in kindergarten for Victory Day in the Great Patriotic War. Scenario
Event dedicated to Victory Day Scenario for the reading competition “We talk about war in poetry”, dedicated to the 72nd anniversary of Victory in the Great Patriotic War.
Author: Natalya Viktorovna Burdeynaya, teacher, MKDOU “Smile”, Borodino city, Krasnoyarsk region. Title of the work: Scenario for the reading competition “We talk about war in poetry,” dedicated to the 72nd anniversary of Victory in the Great Patriotic War. Description: The material can be used by teachers of kindergartens and primary schools. The work includes poems for children about the Second World War. Goal: - revival of socio-historical values and traditions, enhancement of spiritual and moral culture, patriotic education of the younger generation. Objectives: - introduce children to the historical facts of the war years. — to give an idea of the significance of the victory of our people in the Great Patriotic War. — expand students’ knowledge about the events and heroes of the Second World War. — to promote increased interest in expressive reading of works of art, the formation of expressive reading skills; creative personality development. Slide 1 Presenter: Hello, dear guys, dear adults! On May 9, 2020, the Victory salute will go off for the 72nd time. And the immeasurable suffering of the war years and the immeasurable courage of the people are still alive in the people’s memory. This year marks the 72nd anniversary of the Great Victory. Our people have lived in peace for 72 years! The events of the Great Patriotic War are going further and further into the depths of time, and therefore our task is to preserve the history of our country in our memory and hearts. Your people. I propose to honor the memory of the fallen soldiers during the Great Patriotic War with a minute of silence... Slide 2
(Minute of silence) Presenter: Today we are holding a reading competition “We talk about war in poetry,” dedicated to the victory of the Soviet people in the Great Patriotic War. Children of the “Romashka” group and invited guests participate in the competition. Host: Our competition will be judged by a competent jury. Chairman of the jury: ... Members of the jury: ... I would like to start our competition with the work of S. Mikhalkov “The Story of War” Slide 3
• The film “The Story of the War” (hyperlink)
in the background of the film there is a poem: On a summer night, at dawn, When the children were sleeping peacefully, Hitler gave the troops an order And sent German soldiers Against all Soviet people This means - against us.
He wanted to turn free people into hungry slaves, to deprive them of everything forever. And the stubborn and rebels, those who did not fall to their knees, exterminate every single one! "No! - we told the fascists, - our people will not tolerate Russian fragrant bread being called the word “brot”. And from sea to sea the front-line soldiers rose, and from sea to sea Russian regiments rose. Standing up, united with the Russians, Belarusians, Latvians, People of free Ukraine, Both Armenians and Georgians, Moldovans, Chuvashs - All free peoples Against a common enemy, All to whom freedom is dear And Russia is dear! You can’t even tell in a fairy tale, Not with words, not with a pen, How helmets flew from the enemies Near Moscow and near Orel. How, advancing to the west, the red fighters fought - Our dear army, Our brothers and fathers. One day the children went to bed - The windows were all darkened, And they woke up at dawn - There was light in the windows and there was no war! People celebrate Victory! The news flies to all ends: Our brothers and fathers are coming from the front, coming, coming! Everyone has medals on their chests, and many have orders. Where they have not been and in what distances the war has not thrown them! Hello, victorious warrior, My comrade, friend and brother, My protector, my savior - Red Army soldier! Presenter: Now Vadim will tell us how the Great Patriotic War began. Slide 4
A child reads a poem by Alexander Zharov:
Sad willows bent towards the pond, The moon floats over the water.
There, at the border, a young fighter stood guard at night. On a terrible night, he did not sleep, did not doze, and guarded his native land. In the thicket of the forest he heard footsteps and lay down with a machine gun. It is difficult for a fighter to hold on alone, It is difficult to repel an attack. So at dawn he had to honestly lay down his head. Black shadows grew in the fog, The cloud in the sky is dark... The first shell exploded in the distance - This is how the war began. Slide 5
Presenter: On June 22, the voice of Moscow Radio sounded stern, restrained, and courageous. There was grief, faith, and hope in him. An adult reads Natalya Ivanova’s poem “Moscow Speaks!”:
You know from films and books - There was a war with the Nazis.
To cope with the Nazi yoke, the whole country united. In those days, she did not know the Magic TV screen, But the radio saved her then. Have you heard about Levitan? Villages, villages, stops They learned from Levitan how our tanks went on the attack, how the infantrymen advanced. How people waited for the news that ours were winning! Ask your great-grandmother - she knows about it! How a rural loudspeaker united people then! Whether it was a driver, a doctor or a teacher, I learned from Levitan that we had broken through the river, and that the enemy had been smashed into smoke. The announcer became a very close person to everyone, as if they were family! From Brest to the ocean Important words were heard, Everyone was waiting for Levitan’s voice And the phrase: “Moscow speaks!” Presenter: Yuri Borisovich Levitan recalled how difficult it was for him to start reading the statement of the Soviet government about the beginning of the war. But then the announcer’s voice grew stronger, and he finished solemnly and majestically: “Victory will be ours, the enemy will be defeated! • Levitan - the beginning of the War (hyperlink) Slide 6
The child reads a poem:
I didn’t see the war, but I know how difficult it was for the people, And hunger, and cold, and horror - They had to experience everything.
Let them live peacefully on the planet, Let the children not know war, Let the bright sun shine! We should be a friendly family! Slide 7
Presenter: Children all over the world play war, but do children dream of war? Children and war are two incompatible concepts. War breaks and cripples the destinies of children. But the children lived and worked next to the adults, and with their hard work tried to bring victory closer... In his poem “In the Days of War,” A. Barto very vividly paints a portrait of children who survived the war. A child reads a poem:
The eyes of a seven-year-old girl are like two faded lights.
A large, heavy melancholy is more noticeable on a child’s face. She is silent, no matter what you ask, If you joke with her, she is silent in response. As if she were not seven, not eight, but many, many bitter years. Slide 8
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Children of war (hyperlink) Slide 9
Presenter: The Great Patriotic War lasted for four long years, for four years our army moved forward to the west and drove the hated enemy away from our land. And so our soldiers entered Berlin! The presenter reads a poem by Vladimir Tyaptin:
Now the time of reckoning has come.
Give me Berlin! Cool days. Soviet soldiers went to the last battle for the honor of the country. Presenter:
and now the last battle is ahead.
The last battle, it is the most difficult... Slide 10
• Old photo (hyperlink) Slide 11
— The heights have been taken. Before us is Berlin. “Attack, well done!” We march in mighty ranks and beat the fascist palaces. Here is our Red Flag over the Reichstag! Hooray! It has happened, what we have been dreaming about for so many days! The war eventually ended with the Victory of my Motherland. Rejoice, Moscow! Rejoice, planet! Fascism is forever put to shame. What happiness! How much light! What a sea of banners! Slide 12
Fireworks are going off all over Berlin.
Fireworks thunder over the whole country. We won, and from now on the four-year battle has subsided. A child reads a poem by A. Surkov:
The beauty that nature gives us was defended by soldiers in fire, May Day in 1945 became the last point in the war.
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From Brest to the ocean Important words were heard, Everyone was waiting for Levitan’s voice And the phrase: “Moscow speaks!” • Levitan - the end of the War (hyperlink) Slide 14
Host: and we welcome spring again, we welcome the best day of the year. Sadness and joy walk together from house to house, from city to city, and so on throughout the country. Children read poems about Victory Day:
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“Victory Day” Many years ago there was a great Victory Day. Grandfathers remember Victory Day, each of his grandchildren knows. The bright holiday Victory Day is celebrated by the whole country. Our grandparents put on orders. We are talking about the first Victory Day. We love to listen to their story. How our grandfathers fought for the whole world and for all of us. • Victory Day (N. Tomilina) Victory Day May 9 – A holiday of peace in the country and spring. On this day we remember the soldiers who did not return to their families from the war. On this holiday we honor the grandfathers who defended their native country, who gave the peoples Victory and who returned peace and spring to us! • Grandfather’s portrait (V. Turov) Grandmother put on the medal and now she’s so beautiful! She celebrates Victory Day, remembering the great war. Grandma's face is sad. There is a soldier's triangle on the table. Grandfather’s letter from the front is very painful for her to read even now. We look at grandfather’s portrait and shake hands with my brother: “Well, what kind of grandfather is this?” He's still just a boy! • No one is forgotten (A. Shamarin) “No one is forgotten and nothing is forgotten” - Burning inscription on a block of granite. The wind plays with faded leaves and covers the wreaths with cold snow. But, like fire, at the foot there is a carnation. No one is forgotten and nothing is forgotten. • What is Victory Day What is Victory Day? This is the morning parade: Tanks and missiles are driving, a line of soldiers is marching. What is Victory Day? This is a festive fireworks display: Fireworks fly into the sky, scattering here and there. What is Victory Day? These are songs at the table, These are speeches and conversations, This is grandfather's album. These are fruits and sweets, These are the smells of spring... What is Victory Day - This means - no war. • What kind of holiday? (N. Ivanova) There are festive fireworks in the sky, Fireworks here and there. The whole country congratulates the Glorious Veterans. And the blooming spring gives them tulips, gives them white lilacs. What a glorious day in May? • Victory Day (Belozerov T.) May holiday - Victory Day Celebrated by the whole country. Our grandfathers put on the Military Orders. In the morning the road calls them to the solemn parade. And thoughtfully from the threshold the grandmothers look after them. Host: Our poetry competition “We talk about war in poetry” has come to an end. I wish you health, happiness, peaceful skies above your head. May the black clouds of war never again obscure the sun over our Motherland. May there always be Peace!!! Presenter: While the jury is summing up the results of the competition, the song “Victory Day” performed by Lev Leshchenko is played for all guests and participants. Slide 15
• Victory Day (hyperlink) Slide 16
Rewarding participants.
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How deep can poems about war be? Sometimes it is very difficult to read to the end, since the memories of grief and what the Soviet people went through during these years simply wrench the soul. But in spite of everything, we live this again and again and we don’t even have the right to say - I can’t even comprehend it.
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May spread its blooming bliss, And the rain rustled in the yard, The notorious echo was heard, As once, with Victory, “Hurray.”
Well, at night, insomnia again, The dim light of the night lamp, and near the books, From the shelf, Vova smiles at her - Forever young, beloved groom.
In bright May, but only in forty-three, he, alas, did not live to see the morning. He winked and remarked in parting: “You’re shaking a lot of gauze, sister...”
Tears are rolling down again like lava, adding wrinkles for so many years. With red gauze, just as bloody, the dawn is bandaged in the sky.
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Veteran
Every day was scary in its own way, and where did this come from! So we left the factories and arable lands, Yes, we had to go through so much!
And they rushed along the front edge of the Cannonade until dawn. And it seemed, dear Russia, that the nightingales fell silent forever.
Only the distant smell of bird cherry trees At the gate, the native porch, And on the streets, familiar from childhood They were ordered to hold on to the end.
They reached Berlin in victory, without counting either titles or wounds. Orders are dressed with honor. Be healthy, dear veteran!
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War
There is so much fear in this word. We cannot feel or understand. Oh, how much blood people shed, At that time everyone had to suffer.
At what cost did victory cost us? Death swept across the earth. Then the people did not get bread, and blood flowed over the scorched grass.
The soldiers walked, not believing their fatigue. Bitten by lice, everything is covered in dirt. Without sparing ourselves for a minute, we went into the last bloody battle.
The legs were worn to the point of bleeding and rotting. But the heart and soul were alive. And they died right on the road. I met my mother, the earth was damp.
There are someone's children lying everywhere. For us, laying down his life. The war caught them all in a net in a damned fiery battle.
Thanks to those unfortunate people. Who gave us freedom. We will never forget them! Thank you for the great victory.
Author: Stanislav Talnov
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They buried him in the globe...
They buried him in the globe, And he was just a soldier, Just a simple soldier, friends, Without titles or awards.
The earth is like a mausoleum to him - for a million centuries, And the Milky Ways gather dust around him from the sides.
On the red slopes the clouds sleep, Snowstorms sweep, Heavy thunder rumbles, The winds take a running start.
The battle ended a long time ago... By the hands of all his friends, the guy was placed in the globe, As if in a mausoleum...
Author: S. Orlov
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Night in a cold trench
The mournful, angry Blizzard hits him on the shoulder with a shot. Hello, dear mother, I want to hear your voice.
Through blizzards and battles, Through the pitch-black flames of fire, With a mother's prayer, You save me from a bullet.
The war divided us. But you are invisibly with me, mother! Our faith and strength will help us defend the country.
The hard times will end - Let's put an end to the hated war. Grown-up children - Let's return home from the trenches.
Our porch will be decorated with lilac petals. For the whole generation I will kiss my dear face
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The sun disappeared behind the mountain...
The sun disappeared behind the mountain, the river rapids became foggy, and along the steppe road Soviet soldiers walked home from the war.
From the heat, from the evil heat, the tunics on the shoulders were faded; The soldiers shielded their battle banner from their enemies with their hearts.
They did not spare their lives, Defending their father's land - their native country. They overcame and defeated all enemies in the battles for the holy Motherland.
The sun disappeared behind the mountain, the river rapids became foggy, and along the steppe road Soviet soldiers walked home from the war.
Author: A. Kovalenkov
Examples of long poems about the war that are touching to tears for a reading competition:
xxx He was buried in the globe, And he was just a soldier, Just, friends, a simple soldier, Without titles and awards. The earth is like a mausoleum to him - for a million centuries, And the Milky Ways gather dust around him from the sides. On the red slopes the clouds sleep, Snowstorms sweep, Heavy thunder rumbles, The winds take a running start. The battle ended a long time ago... By the hands of all his friends, the guy was placed in the globe, As if in a mausoleum...
xxx Remember how the guns thundered, How the soldiers died in the fire In forty-one, forty-fifth - The soldiers went to battle for the truth. Remember how the earth shook and went blind, How the dawn rose from the ashes, The thunder of guns. We will not forget. Remember: a menacing tornado over the earth in the blue sky - This is black death in Hiroshima, In Hiroshima, in the blue sky - Black ash in the hearts forever. Remember, don't forget your burned faces - This could happen again. Let's never forget this, people. Remember, we have both thunderstorms and wind in our power, We are responsible for happiness and tears, On the planet Our children - The generation of young people lives... Remember that the spring shoots rustle, - Do not forget these formidable years! Our path is difficult, Stand up, people, Life is calling!
xxx When, at the whistle, at the sign, Standing up on the trampled snow, Preparing to rush into the attack, Throwing up the rifle on the run, How cozy the cold earth seemed to You, How everything on it was remembered: The frozen stem of the feather grass, Barely noticeable hillocks, Explosions, smoky traces, Pinch scattered shag And icicles of spilled water. It seemed that in order to break away, there were not enough hands - you needed two wings. It seemed that if I lay down and stayed, the Earth would be a fortress. Let the snow blow, let the wind drive, Let it lie here for many days. Earth. No one will touch it. Just hold her tighter. You greedily believed these thoughts for a second and a quarter, until You yourself measured the length of them with the Length of a company whistle. When the sound of laughter is short, in that elusive moment You were already running straight through the snow with a heavy gait. All that was left was the power of the wind, And the heavy step across the virgin soil, And those last thirty meters, Where life and death are on a par!
xxx The eyes of the soldiers' mothers are filled to the bottom with sadness, How many endless days they met in separation...
We are used to being silent, praying, holding back tears... Let hearts beat in your chest for many years. Let the frosts pass
Let the old man not touch his hands, Let his hair be a blizzard, his face be wrinkles, Let all the adversities and years Float past without touching...
It is unthinkable for them to become weaker, to succumb even for a moment to lack of will... The eyes of soldiers' mothers are filled to the bottom with love.
xxx Alone with tears, With unharvested bread in the field You met this war. And all without end and without counting - Sorrows, labors and worries fell on you alone. You walked, hiding your grief, along the harsh path of labor. You fed the entire front, from sea to sea, with your bread. In cold winters, in blizzards, the overcoats that you sewed with care were kept warm by that distant Soldier. She was chopping and digging, and in her letters to the front she assured you that you were living well.
