Morning script dedicated to the memory of our grandfather Alisher Navoi

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The morning was held in the school hall.

The morning was extinguished by the deputy director for scientific affairs of our school. An excellent student of the class gave a brief explanation about our golden grandfather.

Leader: - Our great ancestor Mir A. Navoi was born on February 1441, 9 in the city of Herat. Those who have been in the spotlight since childhood / who have read many books have also written poems and ghazals.

Mahlyo - This is a world you have seen many times

                  The earth has witnessed it all.

                 But friends are among the poets,

                 It is true that Jahangiri will be less.

Gold: (He starts talking to Alisher). Teacher, you have become a sultan in the realm of poetry, you have spread the Uzbek glory to the world, you have written poems in the Turkish language. Please tell, whats the story of them big puppys .....

Alisher: Sacrifice your head

              Make the body sadqa ano per head

              You wish two worlds space

              Make these two agree

             Night is the light of day

             One is the moon, the other is the sun

             The words are beyond the pencil

             Except for the pencil in the letters

(All students applaud, say "Well done", teacher, "Slavery")

rare: Teacher, we respectfully study the wisdom you have written. Let us read from them with your permission.

He knows the language - he knows the hand.

Azamat: A true word is attentive, a good word is short.

Dare: Little by little he learns and becomes wise, Drop by drop he becomes a river.

Muhammadjan: A scientist who learns by asking what he does not know is a tyrant who does not ask.

(The words "well done, service, blessing" are said)

Beginner: - Dear students, on the birthday of our great ancestor Mir Alisher Navoi, we remember his best qualities and rejoice their souls. Mir Alisher Navoi memorized thousands of poems from his youth. He wrote poems and poems. Now let's see Alisher Navoi's meeting with the poet Lutfi on the stage.

(Poet Lutfi is sitting on the stage writing a poem)

Alisher: "Hello, teacher."

Lutfi: Q - Barakallo, my son, barakallo. We want to see the poor, to please. Open my heart with the conversation of a smart boy like you and listen to your poetry.

Alisher: Tears are falling from my eyes every moment.

The sun will appear when the star is nihon.

Lutfi: - "Well done, my son", I swear to God, if it were possible, I would exchange my twelve thousand verses, which I recited in Persian and Turkish, for this ghazal, and at the same time I would dedicate myself to a great goal. I thought I had achieved.

License: - From an early age, Alisher and his friend Hussein Baykaro were close, friendly, played together and went to school together.

Cypress: - Even two families

                   Respect each other

                   They visit often

                   They will be guests and hosts

                  Then his parents

                   Find a comfortable room

                   Navruz, Eid days

                   Gathered relatives.

Beginner: - Dear students, now we will get acquainted with the staged story "Alisher and the Nightingale" and find out what nickname our grandfather chose for himself. (It is shown on the stage that Alisher is sitting in a chair writing poetry).

Beginner: - In the past, Giyosiddin had a son named Alisher, who grew up to be smart and intelligent. At the age of nine he began to write poetry. People (the child himself) began to listen to the poems he wrote. But the boy has not yet chosen a nickname. One day, when Alisher was writing his new poems, he went to the garden and began to read them aloud.

Alisher: - It is said that a stranger will not be happy abroad

                   El anga will not be kind and compassionate

                   Inside the golden cage is a snow-red rose

                   The nightingale is not like a thorn

Beginner: - The nightingale sitting on the flower branch heard Alisher's pleasant voice. The young poet's voice, which sometimes sounded like a bell and sometimes as soft as the morning breeze, fascinated the nightingale.

Munisa: Nightingale: - Dear poet, the poems you read are more pleasant than the early morning melody of nightingales. May I know your name?

Alisher: "I'm Alisher."

Nightingale: "I know, I know, you're a new poet." Now choose a beautiful name for yourself and put your nickname at the end of your poems.

Beginner: - Alisher liked the word "nightingale". After that, he added his nickname "Navoi" to his poems.

That's the end of our story.