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Scenario for the May 9 Remembrance and Respect Day
Dear Motherland! ” Welcome to our holiday event!
(Students sing a song about peace).
— The sky is calm
Of Uzbekistan,
Birds sing in their gardens.
The flower is covered with flowers
my country
Hearts spread from Jamal.
Long live my homeland,
What a beautiful paradise!
The word peace has intentions,
My grandmother is the head of the duo.
Let him know that he is happy,
The age of this ground.
Long live my homeland,
What a beautiful paradise!
Returning from the battlefield
did not come
May the souls of my ancestors rejoice!
She was expecting her child,
May the spirit of my grandmothers rejoice.
Let the peaceful life they have built laugh,
Flowers in the gardens of my country
(Event attendees take the stage. They talk about the essence of Remembrance and Appreciation Day).
Student 1: - Peace is a blessed word, a holy word. We hear this word over and over again in the prayers and good intentions of our elders.
Student 2: - Fortunately, a peaceful life reigns in our sacred land - independent Uzbekistan. We, the happy generations, have a peaceful life.
3rd studenti: - After the independence of our country, our ancient values were celebrated and many holidays began to be celebrated in our country. All our holidays, in their essence, reflect the ancient traditions, customs, dreams and hopes of our people. Including the present, where the past is remembered, our enlightened grandparents are valued.
4th student: - It should be noted that since 1999, in accordance with a special decree of the President of the Republic of Uzbekistan, May 9 - the Day of Remembrance and Honor - has been celebrated as a national holiday.
(Students talk about the creative work done thanks to independence).
— We all know that on May 1999, 9, the Memorial Square complex was opened in Tashkent to immortalize the memory of Uzbek soldiers who died bravely during the Second World War.
“About 450 people who did not return from the war have their names written in golden letters in the Book of Remembrance. Many pilgrims visit the monument "Mother of Sorrows" in the Memorial Square every day. In the sad image of a munis woman who sends her liver to the battlefield and waits all her life, we feel the horror of war, the value of peace.
(Children read Sirojiddin Sayyid's poem "On the pillars of the Memorial Square").
How many generations in this
miss you
At the same time, the names are twinkling
The columns are the same as the Memory itself
stable,
The great Motherland as it lifts.
“Early in the morning on May 9, our brave sons who served in the war will be remembered in the Memorial Squares of all regions of the country.
- Many of our compatriots who went to the Second World War in 1941-1945 did not have the opportunity to return to their homeland.
“Thousands of young men died bravely in the bloody battles for the freedom of the Motherland.
- But because of their courage and devotion to their homeland, we are lucky to live such a peaceful life.
(They recite the poem of Muhammad Yusuf, "My country, you have unfulfilled dreams.")
My country will not be fulfilled
you have dreams
The stones cried
you have epics.
It hurts to think about your past
my dear
Your chest is full of martyrs
you have sons.
My country is as wide as your heart
you have heavens
The star cried
you have epics.
Even in your heavens
it's hard for you
He was born like a gazelle
You have stars.
I put my hand on my face,
You're a mother, don't be heavy
my word.
The leaves close the black eye,
Remained in the distance
You have the Ottomans.
Be a victim, O mother,
Your cries -
my fig
Thinking about your past
my dear
I can't say
you have epics.
(Beginners take the stage again).
1st starter: - The Head of State emphasized the greatness of this day and said:
“When we say memory, we mean remembering our ancestors who passed away in this fanciful world, lighting their lamps and continuing their good deeds. This is an eternal virtue of our people. "
2st starter: "Respect means remembering, showing due respect and esteem to our selfless compatriots who have bravely and courageously defended our homeland, the freedom and independence of our people, their free and prosperous life for centuries."
1st starter: - Indeed, in our country, human memory and dignity are precious.
2st starter: - We always respect our great ancestors, ancestors, selfless compatriots.
(Students read Abdullah Mawloni's poem "To War Veterans").
The old man, the old man, the veteran who he is,
May your prayer be answered.
Respect for the person is the goal
eye,
To the joy that honors you
fill
Every honorary word of life philosophy,
Let future generations play and laugh.
They were the beauty of the country
veterans,
Bless us, dear veterans.
(A small scene is shown. Grandpa and Grandma are talking to their grandson).
Bobo: - Obbo, my girl, you came to see us. How are you? Are your sisters, mother, and father healthy?
Grandson: "Yes, Grandpa, we're fine." My sisters, mother and father are all healthy. Still, they will come to see you.
Grandma (holding his grandson in his arms): "Daughter, why did you come alone?" Does the family know?
Grandson: "Yes, Grandma, they know." Today our teacher took us to the Alley of Memory. During the visit, we listened to the conversations of our great-grandparents. After that, I came right here to see you. Grandpa, have you been in the war too?
Grandpa: "No, boy, we were young then." But we worked behind the front lines with our mothers.
Grandmother: - Yes, my dear daughter, we had a very difficult time during the war. But confidence in victory, a sense of devotion to the Motherland prevailed above all. We should all appreciate such healing days.
Grandson: - Dads talk about it a lot. Bobojon, I memorized a poem about peace on the occasion of the holiday, may I tell you?
Grandpa: "Come on, girl."
Grandson:
We sing the song of peace,
We are the children of a happy hand,
It was the backbone of the future
Heavenly country dilbandlari.
The breath of peaceful life blew,
The gardens of our homeland are beautiful.
The sky is clear, airy,
beautiful
Mornings with birds singing
beautiful
It is inherited from our ancestors
Holy land, peaceful life!
With all our heart,
The teachings of our ancestors are our wings.
Grandpa: "Long live my mother and daughter." As it is said in your poem, never look at the peaceful life in Uzbekistan!
(After the poem, the participants will take the stage. Music will be played and a song about the Motherland will be sung).
The night ends with the sounds of music.
