Dear friend!

I will tell you about the war against the Nazis. I’ll tell you quite a bit - six cases from the life of soldiers at the front. These cases are only drops in the endless sea of \u200b\u200bsoldierly deeds, because millions of Soviet people fought with the Nazis, and each of them put his military work into victory.

The Great Patriotic War began in the summer of 1941, ended in the spring of 1945. During this time, starlings four times flew away from us to the warm lands and four times returned to their native birdhouses. The children who entered first grade in the first military year graduated from primary school by the end of the war. And all this long, long time, bloody battles, fierce battles did not cease. The enemy was strong. He managed to go far to our land. Great courage was needed, military skill was needed, and selfless labor was needed to throw the invaders from the borders of the Motherland and finally finish them on their own land.

We all, both adults and children, are indebted to those who did not return from the war, who gave their lives for the homeland to live. How can I pay this debt? There is only one answer to such a question - love of the motherland, readiness to protect it from any enemy, and constant work to the benefit of the motherland. You, my little friend, know this and grow up as an honest, hardworking, brave man worthy of your country.

The division of heavy guards mortars stopped in an oak forest before a new order. Dubrava was young, sparse trees, enemy bombers could notice a cluster of cars. Therefore, mortar men immediately began to dig cover for cars and camouflage them with branches. Finished work late at night. It was still visible, and the soldier Boris Mikhailov took up the letter. He tried to write more often, he knew: mom worries about him every day and every hour.

“Dear mommy! - wrote Boris. - I'm alive and well. They are fed hearty. The weather is warm. We stand in the forest. Don’t worry about me. We are resting now. I hug tightly and kiss tightly. Your Borya. "

Boris did not have an envelope. During the war, much was lacking. Bread, for example, salt. And such simple things as envelopes. They learned how to do without them ... Boris bent a paper sheet in the upper corner - it turned out to be an oblique sail, the sail bent - it turned out to be a house with a roof; he also bent the lower corners of the house and tucked it under the roof - it turned out to be a triangle, a letter and an envelope together ...

It was too late to go to the clerk who sent the mail. Boris put the letter in the gymnast’s pocket - until the morning, lay down on his greatcoat under a bush, wrapped himself with his head so that mosquitoes would not bite, and the dream immediately came to him.

It was a short dream. As soon as dawn broke, the division was raised on alarm.

A column of vehicles with launchers and eres - rockets, leaving the oak grove, moved in a clean field. Behind the pillar the sun was rising. Big, red. Dust covered him. But the sun rose above a dusty cloud, as if he wanted to see where the guards mortars were going.

Ahead was the front line. From there, because of this line, a shell flew in. Boris in the cab of the truck did not hear his whistle, so he was not afraid, but was surprised when black earth shot up in the field. Cars added speed. Now in the field, then on the road shells exploded. Fortunately, the road went down to a ravine. Enemy observers now did not see cars, and the shelling ceased.

The ravine was wide, deep, with steep walls. Through it, as if through a safe tunnel, soldiers were walking towards the front line, cars were driving with guns, shells, kitchens and bread. In the opposite direction, the tractor was dragging a tank with a downed turret. The horse harnessed to the gig carried two wounded, they lay motionless, their heads were wrapped in bandages.

“If they injure me or kill me like that? .., Boris thought. “When my mother finds out that they killed me, she will cry for a long time.”

Low above the ravine, with the roar of the engine and the sound of machine guns, the Messerschmitt, a German fighter, swept through. According to him, our machine guns disguised on the slope gave the line. A fighter with red stars appeared immediately. Chased the enemy.

So the mortar men rode. Without accidents. Shelling, shelling from an airplane - a common thing in war.

We stopped in a lowland overgrown with bushes.

From the lowland began the ascent to a wide mound. The hillock slope was a yellow wheat field. Frequent shooting was heard from the top, booming explosions. There was a battle going on.

The mortar men together removed the launchers from the trucks. Put on the ground. Eres loaded. Dragged them, heavy, to the machines. When the last truck left, the guards mortars were ready for volley.

The battle on the hillock calmed down, judging by the shooting, then flared up again. And what was there and how? The sun saw what and how. It rose very high.

It was hot. Not a breath of breeze. But suddenly the wheat at the far end of the field began to flutter. As if the wind swept there. He blew, pumped wheat harder and harder. Looking closely, Boris saw the disordered lines of the foot soldiers. It was they, and not the wind, who were pumping wheat, descending from the mound lower and lower. "Retreat!" - guessed Boris and was afraid of his guesses.

The infantrymen had already retreated to the middle of the field when fiery streams roared, escaping from the Eres. Drawing smoky arcs, rocket shells flew over the hill. Hooked over the hill - the first Eres, the fastest, most impatient, crashed down on the Nazis. He followed another one. And pounded, pounded on the ground.

The foot soldiers stopped. Looked at the sky, surprised. Someone shouted. Someone threw up the cap. And everyone ran to the hill, to its top, just left.

Not seeing who was nearby, but feeling his comrades, the soldier Mikhailov ran, going around the bushes, jumping over the bumps. He flew into the wheat, tangled in her boots. But he soon got used to it, spreading it like a bather of water. In these minutes, he forgot about everything. He only knew that he had to run and run forward. And he had no fear of anything.

When Boris reached the top of the hill, there were no foot soldiers there. They went down another slope, chasing enemies. Only one - as young as Boris - was sitting on the edge of the trench.

The guards are with us ... The guards are with us ... - he repeated quietly.

Boris thought that the soldier was left to give them thanks for the help. But suddenly he realized that the soldier was wounded, and he shouted or whispered the words "guardsmen with us" when the infantry stopped in the wheat and saw traces of formidable Eres above itself.

  Elena Miroshnichenko
  SPLM on speech development. Reading the story “Grandfather's Order” by A. Mityaev

Municipal budgetary preschool educational institution

municipality city of Krasnodar "Kindergarten of the combined type No. 195"

350080 Russian Federation, Krasnodar Territory, Krasnodar Karasun intracity district st. Simferopol 36, telephone fax machine: 8(861) 236-88-11, 232-17-72

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Abstract

SPLM on speech development« Grandfather Order»

Educator: Miroshnichenko E.S.

Krasnodar 2017

Abstract NNOD in the senior group"By speech development reading the story« Grandfather Order»   A. Mityaev.

goal: Introduce the work « Grandfather Order»   A. Mityaeva. To expand children's knowledge of Defenders of the Fatherland; to form a sense of respect for the Russian army, to educate in children the desire to be like our soldiers and officers, the desire to serve in the Russian army. Activate the vocabulary of children. Develop curiosity.

Material: Art Book A. Mityaeva« Grandfather Order»

Software Content: Raise a sense of pride in your people, respect for the Defenders of the Fatherland.

Preliminary work: conversations with children about the holiday of February 23, viewing military photographs, illustrations, reading stories and poemsmemorizing poems and songs about military professions.

Educator: Right Defender of the Fatherland Day.

Educator: Defenders are warriors who protect their people, their Homeland, the Fatherland from enemies. These are your dads grandfathers, uncles who served in the army. In ancient times, warriors were not afraid to fight for their homeland with a sword in their hands. There were many battles on our land, but our soldiers, our defenders, always fought back the enemy army. On this day - February 23, all those who defended their homeland in difficult years are honored and those who today stand guard over the world. Our country, Russia occupies a very large territory, and has different types of troops, which do you know?

Children: Ground borders are guarded by border guards, tankers. Border guards go around the border several times a day and, if necessary, engage in battle with violators. Tankers serve in tanks. Air borders are guarded by pilots on military aircraft and helicopters. The maritime borders are protected by military sailors, they serve on ships and submarines.

Gym:

One_ two - ata - baht,

Three - four - we are soldiers

We march like infantry.

One - two - turns.

The aircraft boarded the cockpit

Three - four - we are pilots.

Down - up, down - up

Our wings are the best.

And now on the ships,

We sway in the waves

Through the binoculars into the distance we’ll see -

It is not easy to serve in the navy.

Educator: right guys you said. Military service is dangerous and difficult and if a soldier soldier has completed a dangerous mission he will be awarded with an honorary diploma and the order. Here listen storywhich is called « Grandfather Order»   A. wrote it. Mityaev.

Educator: About whom was story? What was the boy’s name? Who met him on the street? Retell the passage from meeting Igor and Aunt Olya. In your opinion, Igor did the right thing, in the end story returning the order?

Educator: What holiday we were talking about. What kind of troops did you remember and know? What merits give orders?

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We read to children about the war

The main goal of the “Read to children about the war” campaign is to educate patriotic feelings in children and adolescents using the best examples of children's literature about the Great Patriotic War as an example. An hour of loud reading of works about the war written for children and adolescents helps participants to realize the importance of preserving the memory of crucial events in the history of the Fatherland, to feel and understand the pain of their compatriots who survived those terrible years, and to foster love for the Motherland.

  Today we begin to read the best aloud to the children the best examples of fiction devoted to the events of 1941-1945 and the great human achievement. Today we read the soldier's fairy tale by K. Paustovsky "Adventures of the rhinoceros beetle", the story of A. Mityaev "Grandfather's Order" and children's letters from the book "We are entrusted with memory."

Read you too!

DEDUSHKIN ORDEN

The war was long ago, but Grandfather has military things: a belt with a copper buckle, a field bag and a bowler hat.

It only says that grandfather has things. In fact, they took possession of the grandson Igor. The belt had to be shortened by half, and the grandson girded it when he went outside. In the field bagare Igor’s colored pencils. The bowler also continues the service begun in the war: the grandson refused to eat from the plate, the soup is poured into the bowler, and the porridge is placed in the lid of the bowler - just like a real soldier.

Grandfather has something else from the war. He has an order.

One grandson says:

Grandpa, let’s wear the order. Anyway, he lies in the box uselessly.

Grandfather was silent, shook his head, but agreed:

Well, wear it ...

Igor was delighted. I did not expect such a gift. Just in case, I asked:

Are you sorry? If I’m very sorry, I will give.

No, it’s not a pity, - answered the grandfather. “But that’s what I think: they’ll suddenly ask on the street, why did you get the order? You don’t know ...

And for what they gave you? the grandson asked.

I'll tell you, ”said Grandfather. - I was hurt in the arm. At this time, the fascist tank wanted to crush my gun. But I shot and knocked him out.

A very simple story, ”said Igor. “I remember everything.”

That’s good, ”grandfather sighed. - Go away.

Igor went out into the street. With the order. Then the neighbor, Aunt Masha, asks him:

What is this order given to you?

Igor answers word for word:

I was hurt in the arm. At this time, the fascist tank wanted to crush my gun. But I shot and knocked him out.

What a hero you are! - says Aunt Masha. - Even the wounded, shot! And in which hand did it hurt? To the right or to the left?

I don’t know, - Igor was confused.

But it's easy to find out, ”says Aunt Masha. “On which track from the bullet, that one wounded.” Let's take a look together.

This time, Igor did not answer. I ran to my grandfather - to give the order.