A little boy waves and laughs at me. A corner of beauty and oblivion

"Granny with glasses"

"Whom to do what"

"Forgetful bunny"

"Rake"

"Chain"

> Connect the thumb and forefinger of one hand with a ring. Rings from the fingers of the other hand are alternately passed through it: large-index, large-middle, etc.

"Running Man"

The exercise is performed first with one hand, then with the other, then with both.

"Ooty-uchi"

"Ladushki"

"Owl-owl"

"Cap on cap"

"Honey mushrooms and guys"

"Magpie-white-sided"

"Tom Thumb"

"Magpie-crow"

"Cam"

Place your hands on your knees, palms down.

"Knock Knock"

"Sheep"

"Woodpecker"

"Backfill"

"Pointer"

"Fingers"

Nursery rhyme games for children from 2 years old

"Worms"

"Kittens"

"Five fingers"

"Dog"

"Bunny and drum"

"Mouse"

"Geese-geese"

"Cams"

Nursery songs

"Grandma bought ..."

My grandmother bought herself a chicken. Chicken grain by grain cluck-tah-tah.
Grandma bought herself a duck. Duck tyuryuh-tyuh-tyuh, Chicken grain by grain cluck-takh-takh.	Show with your hands how the chicken bites
My grandmother bought herself a turkey. Turkey tails-baldy, Tyuryukh-tyuh-tyuh duck, Chicken grain by grain cluck-tah-tah.	On the word "folds" hands to the right, "bulldozer" - to the left Show with your hands how the duck swims Show with your hands how the chicken bites
My grandmother bought herself a little pussy. And kisul meow meow ...	Show how the cat washes
My grandmother bought herself a dog. Wow-wow dog ...	Show your hand dog ears (List all previous purchases)
My grandmother bought herself a cow. A loaf of flour, flour ...	Show your fingers the horns of a cow (List all previous purchases)
Grandma bought herself a pig. Pig grunts-grunts ...	Show the piglet with your hand (List all previous purchases)
My grandmother bought herself a TV. TV time is facts Announcer la-la-la ...	Spread your arms wide to the sides Draw simultaneous translation with your hands (List all previous purchases)

"Spider"

"Wind"

Put your elbows on the table, press your brushes against each other with bases, spread your fingers (crown of a palm tree).

The wind blows, blows out, Shakes the palm tree to the sides. (2 times)	Swing your arms in different directions without raising your elbows
And under the palm tree the crab sits And moves his claws, (2 times)	Place your palms on the table and press the sides together. Spread and bend your fingers (claws). Move "claws"
Seagull flies over the water	Connect your palms with your thumbs, press the rest of your fingers together. Spread your palms to the sides, depicting wings, and flap them
And dives for the fish, (2 times)	Close slightly rounded palms, perform wave-like movements
Underwater at depth The crocodile lies at the bottom.	Press the palms of the bases to each other, and bend your fingers, depicting teeth. Open and close the "mouth"
Underwater at depth The crocodile lies at the bottom.	Flip palms and repeat movements

"Clock"

Sit on the floor.

"At the giraffes"

Giraffes have spots, spots, spots, specks everywhere. (2 times)	Clap your palms all over your body
On the forehead, ears, neck, elbows, There are on the noses, on the stomachs, Knees and socks.	With both index fingers, touch the corresponding parts of the body
Elephants have folds, folds, folds, folds everywhere. (2 times)	Pinching yourself, as if collecting folds
On the forehead, ears ... (etc.)
Kittens have fur, fur, fur, fur everywhere. (2 times)	Stroke yourself, as if smoothing the fur
On the forehead, ears ... (etc.)
And the zebra has stripes, there are stripes everywhere. (2 times)	Run the ribs of the palms over the body
On the forehead, ears ... (etc.)

"Piglets"

Take turns to "walk" on the table with each of the fingers of both hands.

<Этот толстый поросёнок wagged his tail all day,	Little fingers
> This fat pig I scratched my back against the fence.	Unnamed
La-la-la-la, lu-lu-lu, I love piglets.	Make "flashlights"
La-la-la-la, lu-lu-lu, I love piglets.	To clench and unclench the cams<
This fat pig I picked the earth with my nose,	Middle fingers
This fat pig I drew something myself.	Index fingers
La la la la …
This fat pig Lazy and impudent.	> Thumbs
I wanted to sleep in the middle And he pushed all the brothers apart.	Clench a fist, hiding thumb inside
La la la la …

Materials from the following sites were used:

"We are faithful to this memory"

Musical and literary composition dedicated to the 70th anniversary of the Victory for senior preschool children.

The hall is decorated with balloons and flowers. They all have ribbons of St. George pinned on their chests. There is a screen near the central wall for presentation.

The introduction of the song "Victory Day" is played,

then presenter reads words: "Today and years are already gray since the war passed, but the country congratulates the grandfathers and great-grandfathers on Victory Day!"

entrance of children with balloons and pigeons to the soundtrack of the song "Victory Day". At the closing words of the song, the children release the balloons in the air. Then they go to their places.

Leading: “We celebrate many holidays, we all dance, play, sing. And we meet the beautiful autumn, and we are waiting for an elegant Christmas tree. But there is one holiday - the most important one! And spring brings it to us. Victory Day is solemn, glorious, the whole country marks it! "

Performance by drummers and majorettes

O. Gazmanov "Moscow"

Leading: “Victory Day is a holiday with tears in our eyes. We rejoice at the victory and grieve for those who died in that war. The road to victory was difficult and long. Our whole huge country has risen to fight the enemy. "

Children:

1 child: "On a summer night at dawn, when the children were sleeping peacefully, Hitler gave orders to the enemies and sent German soldiers against the Russians, against us."

2 child: “Get up, people! Hearing the call of the land to the front, the soldiers of the Motherland left. Soldiers bravely went into battle, for each city and for you and me! "

The music "Get up is a huge country"

Exit boys and adults.

Chorographic composition

"War has come to us"

performed by children and adults.

Leading: "Every day, the trains took the soldiers to the front, and the children were taken into the interior of the country, saving them from death."

Educators:

1. "My little son is waving his hand, the side pocket from the handkerchief is wet"
2. "Blue-eyed boy, my twig, so I have never been sad before"
3. “The cars will start in five minutes, in the first echelon Kindergarten they are taking "
4. "Children of terrible fairy tales should not hear, the rumble of land mines, the stamp of war."
5. "You are being taken to the Kama, further to the east, you often remember your mother, son."
6. "Letters came more often, don't forget the letters ... there will be a mailbox somewhere."

Leading: “And letters were sent home from the front. In many families, soldiers' letters-triangles have been preserved, which were sent from the front by fathers and sons. They wrote that they would return home with a victory. "

Child:

“Hello, Dorgy Maxim!

Hello my beloved son!

I write from the front line

Tomorrow morning - fight again!

We will drive the fascists.

Take care of your little sons mother.

Forget sorrow and sadness

I will return with victory!

I will hug you at last

Goodbye.

Your father."

Leading: “Children who survived the occupation of the Nazis matured very early. Some helped adults fight the enemy in partisan detachments, others worked in factories instead of their fathers who had gone to the front. And those who were smaller helped around the house, played and firmly believed that the war would end soon. "

Child: "The cannons rumbled on the front line

The battle continued all day until the evening.

The machine guns sang: "Tra-ta-ta-ta!"

All enemies are defeated, the height is taken!

Petya, Vasya, Sasha! Nikolay! Home!

Forgotten on the bench is someone's machine gun,

At the doorstep, mothers were greeted by soldiers.

Bruises, scratches ...

Oh, mothers sighed

And they smeared battle wounds with brilliant green. "

The song "The Toy Soldier Goes to Save the Country"

Leading: “Not only men, but also women fought in the war. They were nurses, doctors, nurses, scouts, signalmen. Many soldiers were saved from death by kind female hands "

Girls:

1. "The cannons are roaring,

Bullets whistle.

A soldier was wounded by a shell fragment.

Sister whispers:

"Come on, I will support you,

I will bandage your wound "

1. “I forgot everything: weakness and fear,

She carried him out of the fight in her arms.

How much love and warmth was in her!

Sister saved many from death! "

Leading: “During the war, composers and poets wrote many good songs. Katyusha remains one of the most beloved.

Song "Katyusha"

Leading: “The songs helped the soldiers at the front. The authors dedicated them to valiant warriors: sailors, tankmen, pilots. "

Dance "Pilots"

Leading: “People did not lose faith in victory even in the most difficult times. "The enemy will be defeated, victory will be ours." These words were heard everywhere. And on May 9, 1945, the war ended. The enemy is defeated. Everyone was rejoicing, they greeted everyone who was returning from the front with bouquets of spring flowers. But we know that many did not return. In all cities and towns of our country there are monuments to the fallen soldiers, where it burns Eternal flame... People lay flowers on him and remember their feat. "

Leading: “I declare a minute of silence, in memory of those who died during the Great Patriotic War»

The song "From the heroes of bygone times" from the movie "Officers" sounds softly

Leading: “Our fellow countrymen defended their homeland from the Nazis. Many have returned with awards. Four of our fellow countrymen were awarded the title of Hero Soviet Union... These are Razin Filipp Dmitrievich, Lugovtsev Nikolai Ivanovich, Mamistov Vasily Andreevich, Fedakov Sergey Mikhailovich "

Child:

"I have a star in my hand

Front-line, combat.

My great-great-grandfather fought

He defended our land.

He fights in battles

Distance measured to Berlin

And even though it was not easy

But he firmly believed in Victory!

He did not return from the war,

only here is his reward:

In the palm of my hand!

Her coolness is heavy ...

On Victory Day with the whole family

We wake up early in the morning

And let's go watch the parade

And congratulations to the veterans.

Song "Great-grandfather"

Child:

“Let there never be a war!

Let the cities sleep more calmly

Let the sirens shriek

Doesn't sound over my head! "

Child:

"Let not a single shell burst,

None of them scribbles a machine gun.

Let our forests announce

Together: "Let there never be war!"

Song and dance composition "Stork on the Roof"

Child:

“Let the stork nest on the roof,

The cranes are curly in the sky,

Let there be peace, we need it so much

The children of the whole earth need him. "

Leading:

“Thank you, dear, dear

Protecting us then.

And defended Russia

At the cost of military labor "

Choreographic composition "The World I Need".

In conclusion, the children come out with drawings.

Leading:

“Draw, little artist,

Do not spare paper, draw thawed patches in the forest,

Kitten on the heap

And there are cranes in the sky.

First grader's brother

And grandmother's portrait.

Fireworks of a great holiday

Similar to a bouquet.

Draw, draw tirelessly

This is a peaceful day! "

On this page read the text "An Island on the Kama" by Zinaida Alexandrova, written in (?) Year.

Waving his hand at me
Little son.
Side pocket
I got wet from the handkerchief.

Blue-eyed boy
My twig
So not once
I was not sad.

The wagons will move
In five minutes,
In the first echelon
The kindergarten is being driven.

Children of Scary Tales
Shouldn't hear
The rumble of land mines,
The stomps of war.

Letters came more often,
Don't forget the letters ...
There's a mailbox
Will be somewhere.

On the green Kama
No more pain
Goodbye to mom
Smile boldly.

Note:

In the first days of the war, Zinaida Alexandrova lived in Moscow. In her memoirs, war is a signal of alarms, stuffy bomb shelters with frightened crying children ... Children were taken out of dangerous zones into the interior of the country. The seven-year-old son of Zinaida Alexandrova was sent to Chistopol along with the kindergarten. The bitterness of separation of the mother, who was supposed to part with the child, she expressed in verse "An island on the Kama". The touching farewell of mother and son, expressed in verse, reflected the fate of hundreds of thousands of people who were separated from loved ones, who lost each other during the war. Separation teaches the child not to get lost in a new difficult environment, to keep in touch with the mother, remember her, write to her.

"Say goodbye to mom, smile, son" - these lines embody the courage of the mother, from whom a tremendous concentration of mental strength is required. These verses are exciting even now, the motive of farewell is eternal.

Irina Bryukhacheva
Summary of the lesson "Children of War"

« Children of war» .

Educator: you are now 5-6 years old or a little more. You were born and raised in a peaceful land. You know well how they make noise spring thunderstorms but never heard the thunder of guns. You see how new houses are being built, but you do not suspect how easily houses are destroyed under a hail of bombs and shells. You cannot believe that ending a human life is as easy as a sweet morning dream. You peacefully wake up and smile at your parents, woke up just as joyfully children and on that fateful day. The voice of Levitan sounded on the radio. It was the day of the beginning wars: June 22, 1941. (slide number 1-2) .

Educator: so unexpectedly, on an ordinary summer day on June 22, 1941, the most terrible, bloodiest of all began wars... You can count how many years, months and days it lasted war how much was destroyed and lost, but how to count the amount of grief and tears that this terrible war(slide number 3) .

War walked menacingly through children's destinies,

It was hard for everyone, hard for the country,

But childhood is seriously mutilated heat:

Suffered hard children from the war ...(slide 4)

All who could went to the front. Among the fighters were men, a few women, and even children who are barely 12-13 years old. Old people, mothers and children stayed at home and also, but without weapons in their hands, helped the front-line soldiers go to victory. They collected warm clothes, worked in military factories, and were on duty on rooftops during air raids. The times were hard. (slide 5-6)

Children lost their parents, brothers and sisters. Sometimes scared children for several days they sat next to the cold bodies of their dead mothers, waiting for their fate to be decided. At best, an orphanage awaited them, at worst - Nazi camps, where children worked, exhausted from heaviness, pain and hunger. (slide 7-11) Into anxious war time when the Nazis approached big cities. children were taken to the interior of the country, away from explosions, alarms, hunger and cold. Small children parted with their mothers. Mothers were very upset about separation from their children. The poetess Zinaida Aleksandrova reflected the pain of parting and separation in a poem "Island on the Kama"... Her seven-year-old son was sent to Chistopol along with a kindergarten. Listen to this poem.

"Island on the Kama"

A little son is waving his hand to me. The side pocket of the handkerchief is wet. Blue-eyed boy, my twig, so I have never been sad.

The carriages will start in five minutes, the kindergarten is being transported in the first echelon. Children scary tales should not be heard, the rumble of land mines, the wars.

When mothers accompanied their children away from wars, after the departing echelons, they shouted, asked the children not to forget their name, remember their relatives, and deep down, each mother understood that maybe she sees her child in last time and it made me feel very bitter.

Slide 12. Arriving on the Kama of children, they captured new impression: summer fun and work, helping the hospital, seeing off to school, long memories of home winter evenings... On one of these evenings, the teacher middle group Together with the children, she heard on the radio that the Guard Sergeant Kostin was looking for his daughter Svetlana, whom he had left in a kindergarten in Kursk. Words filled with tenderness, love and anxiety for her daughter were carried on the radio. Father has been looking for her for a long time and asks everyone who knows about Svetlana's whereabouts to inform him to the front. But there is no answer from anywhere ... not yet.

There are many children of front-line soldiers in Marya Petrovna's group. “What, children, - suggested Marya Petrovna, - shouldn't you write us a letter to this Svetlana's dad? " Children started drawing, "Letters"; have never painted with such diligence, with such love children like this time. The letter was sent. Children asked"Uncle Grisha" not despair: Svetlana can be found somewhere. Now they themselves will ask each Svetlana who her dad is, if not Grisha's uncle. In response, a moved, agitated letter was received, full of love and tenderness for children. Thus began the correspondence between children and comrade. Kostin. Grigory Ivanovich found friends. And at the same time, new poems by Z. Alexandrova appear.

In the morning we walk by the light water, launch boats in Kama, for the wounded we pick flowers and enter the hospital with flowers. There our pictures are hanging by the beds, our albums are on the tables, and senior group- fifteen guys - I know all the fighters.

This fighter was surrounded, but behaved boldly, as it should. Wounded himself, he killed eight fascists with the fire of his machine gun. And this one, which looks completely ugly and laughs loudly, childishly, He saved the commander, shielding him from the German bullet.

A boy is lying on an extremely bed, he is also presented for an award For the fact that he set fire to two enemy tanks in battle in Stalingrad.

And only one can not help us, neither our song, nor flowers. The Nazis stabbed his five-year-old daughter in the Crimea with bayonets. The guys sit on his bed, but the fighter is gloomy sunburnt: Svetlanka could draw in the same way, she sang the same songs.

I received two wounds in battle, but give me the rifle again, and I will avenge my Svetlanka, for the girl in the white dress.

A sister, a cheerful girl Tanya, enters the ward on tiptoe. - Guys, it's time for us to have lunch soon. Tell the fighters "Goodbye"... - You need to walk more in the sun, fly a snake on a string. And come back tomorrow morning so that we can have more fun here.

There is a saying: "On the there are no children in war» ... What do they remember children of war? Here are some of the kids' memories.

“… There is only one button left from my mother’s sweater. And there are two rolls in the oven warm bread"," Father was torn apart by German shepherds, and he shouted: "Take your son away, take your son away so that he won't look.", "Do not hide my mother in a hole, she will wake up and we will go home with her", - the little girl begs the soldier.

Many songs were dedicated to all the children who died during the Second World War, I invite you to listen to one of them. (song of the little trumpet player)

Many children fought against fascism with arms in hand, becoming sons and daughters of the regiments.

Nadia Bogdanova (slide 17)

She was twice executed by the Nazis, and for many years Nadya was considered dead by her fighting friends. They even erected a monument to her.

It's hard to believe, but when she became a scout in the partisan detachment of "Uncle Vanya" Dyachkov, she was not even ten years old. Small, thin, she, pretending to be a beggar, wandered among the Nazis, noticing everything, remembering everything, and brought the most valuable information to the detachment. And then, together with the partisan fighters, she blew up the fascist headquarters, derailed a train with military equipment, and mined objects.

The first time she was captured, when, together with Vanya Zvontsov, she hung out a red flag on November 7, 1941 in enemy-occupied Vitebsk. They beat her with ramrods, tortured, and when they brought her to the ditch - to shoot, she had no strength left - she fell into the ditch, for a moment, ahead of the bullet. Vanya died, and the partisans found Nadya alive in the ditch.

The second time she was captured at the end of 1943. And again torture: it was doused in the frost with ice water, a five-pointed star was burned on its back. Considering the scout dead, the Nazis, when the partisans attacked Karasevo, abandoned her. Local residents came out, paralyzed and almost blind. After war in Odessa Academician V... P. Filatov returned Nadia's eyesight.

15 years later, she heard on the radio how the chief of intelligence of the 6th detachment Slesarenko - her commander - said that the soldiers would never forget their dead comrades, and named among them Nadia Bogdanova, who saved his life as a wounded man.

Only then did she appear, only then did the people who worked with her learn about what an amazing fate she is, Nadya Bogdanova, Zina Portnova

War I found the Leningrad pioneer Zina Portnova in the village of Zuya, where she came on vacation, on assignment partisan detachment she was conducting reconnaissance.

It was December 1943. Zina was returning from a mission. In the village of Mostishche, she was betrayed by a traitor. The Nazis seized the young partisan and tortured her. The answer to the enemy was Zina's silence, her contempt and hatred, her determination to fight to the end. During one of the interrogations, choosing the moment, Zina grabbed a pistol from the table and fired a point-blank shot at the Gestapo.

The officer who ran into the shot was also killed on the spot. Zina tried to escape, but the Nazis overtook her.

The brave young pioneer was brutally tortured, but before last minute remained steadfast, courageous, unbending. And the Motherland posthumously marked her feat with her highest title - the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.

Valya Kotik

Slide number 19

When the Nazis broke into Shepetovka, Valya Kotik, together with her friends, decided to fight the enemy. The guys collected weapons at the site of the fighting, which the partisans later transported to the detachment on a hay cart.

Having looked closely at the boy, the communists entrusted Vale to be a liaison and intelligence officer in their underground organization. He learned the location of enemy posts, the order of changing the guard.

The Nazis planned a punitive operation against the partisans, and Valya, after tracking down the Hitlerite officer who led the punishers, killed him.

When the arrests began in the city, Valya, along with his mother and brother Viktor, went to the partisans. The pioneer, who had just turned fourteen, fought shoulder to shoulder with adults, freeing his native land. On his account - six enemy echelons, blown up on the way to the front. Valya Kotik was awarded the order domestic 1st degree wars, the medal "To the Partisan of the Patriotic wars"2 degrees.

Valya Kotik died as a hero, and the Motherland posthumously honored him with the title of Hero of the Soviet Union. A monument to him has been erected in front of the school where this brave pioneer studied.

All of Russia fought against the horror of fascism. Victory has come! Long-awaited, with tears in my eyes (slide number 20) It came thanks to the solidarity of the Russian people, thanks to the friendship of the peoples of Russia, our grandfathers dreamed of a happy future for their children and these dreams have come true. We live in warm houses, go to a beautiful kindergarten. We smile and do not starve thanks to the soldiers of the Great Patriotic War, thanks to the children wars.

In the community, many find books of their childhood. But this week, a story happened right at work that just asks for on our pages.
Pensioners sometimes come to our department and take photocopies. And one elderly woman suddenly asked to find a poem from which she remembers several lines from the time of the war. Colleagues joined in the search and with difficulty, but were able to find the entire text. It turns out that this is a poem by Zinaida Alexandrova "In the hospital". Children from a rural school near the town of Tatarsk sang it to the tune of the song "The sea spreads wide." At that time, they turned all poems into songs. As soon as you try to sing after them, at least to yourself, you immediately feel the intonation and breath of time.

In hospital

We walk by the light water in the morning,
We launch boats in Kama,
We collect flowers for the wounded
And we enter the hospital with flowers.
There our pictures are hanging by the beds,
Our albums are on the tables,
And the older group - fifteen guys
We know all the fighters.

We know the fighters are getting better here,
And you need to be quieter;
We help them read newspapers
And we write letters in print.
And only one can not help us -
Not a song, not a fluffy willow:
In the winter his five-year-old daughter
The Nazis were killed in the village.
The guys sit on his bed,
But the tanned fighter is gloomy:
- Svetlanka could draw in the same way,
She sang the same songs.
I received two wounds in battle,
But give me the rifle again -
And I will avenge my Svetlanka,
For a girl in a white dress.
Sister tiptoes into the room
Cheerful girl Tanya.
- Guys, it's time for us to have lunch soon,
Say goodbye to the fighters.
You need to walk more in the sun,
Flying a kite on a string.
And tomorrow morning come again
So that we have more fun here.

I cannot say thanks to which book the Siberian children learned the poem: either from a modest collection of 1943 (it was shown in the community a few years ago), or from the book "An Island on the Kama" in 1944.

The 1943 version is a little more extensive - it contains quatrains about two more wounded soldiers, and the death of five-year-old Svetlanka is said more harshly.

But I would like to tell you about the whole poetic cycle "An Island on the Kama". In the summer of 1941, Zinaida Alexandrova's son was evacuated to the city of Chistopol, together with the kindergarten, about which she wrote the piercing Farewell.

Parting

Waving his hand at me
Little son.
Side pocket
I got wet from the handkerchief.

Blue-eyed boy
My twig
So not once
I was not sad.

The wagons will move
In five minutes, -
In the first echelon
The kindergarten is being driven.

Children of Scary Tales
Should not listen,
The rumble of land mines,
The stomps of war.

Letters came more often,
Don't forget the letters ...
There's a mailbox
Will be somewhere.

On the green Kama
No more pain.
Goodbye to mom
Smile boldly.

“Mommy, don't,
I want to go home…"

Together with the kindergarten
My boy is coming.

The summer of 1941 also brought a difficult farewell to our visitor - her father, the director of the village school Ivan Ivanovich Kovalev, volunteered for the front, leaving three children and his wife in anticipation of the fourth child. "Even without preparing firewood" - this is especially acutely cut into the child's memory, since all the hard life fell on the shoulders of women and children.
And Zinaida Alexandrova soon followed her son to the city on the Kama, like many other writers with their families. A collection of memoirs "Wanderers of War" has now been published about the evacuation to Chistopol, but one of the first evidences was the thin book "An Island on the Kama". On its pages, the same military life - even kids work in the garden, collect rose hips.

We are happy with the spring sun
Spring has come on Kama.
The pioneers dug up ridges for us,
Helped plant seeds.

And put a stuffed Fritz
In a gray helmet, with a large crutch.
But the birds are not afraid of him -
They will arrive and chirp on it.

An island on the Kama

Will be busy with business
All the guys are with us, -
For ripe rosehips
We'll go now.

We learned on Kama
Small island
We are the rose hips ourselves
They filled up a sack there.

To birds flying away
Anything to feast there.
Who is not afraid of thorns,
Can gain a lot.

We are for the wounded too
Let's pick up a whole pood, -
Rosehip will help them,
Their wounds will heal.

The sun is shining on Kama
The steamer went down.
Well, will you come with us?
The boat will take everyone.

And in the evening, when the children, after the day's games and worries, sat down near the cozy crackling stove, its fire evoked thoughts of war and battles.

By the stove

Striking a match is very easy
Just don't waste it.
White birch bark will flash
And the fire will go dancing.

Everyone will gather at the stove,
By the merry fire.
Give me a place
Make room for me.

Buzzed, puffed,
As if a steam locomotive was served.
I got on the train as soon as possible,
He took the guys to the front.

Dolls come with us too
And a fluffy black cat.
Golden evil flame
She dances and sings in the stove.

Stops, halt stations,
And the guys whisper to me:
“These are enemy tanks,
All hit, on fire. "

Behold a spotlight with a bright light
The plane of the enemy caught
It was a rocket outbreak
The signal is coming

Their bunkers are crumbling,
Set on fire.
Machine guns fired
We are on the offensive.

Rifles are quickly raised,
Automatic machines on the chest ...
Well guys, stop.
Get out of the carriage.

The embers have burned out
The battle is burning out in the distance ...
And then they ate potatoes,
They baked it on coals.

It's good to sit by the stove
By the merry fire.
Give me a place
Make room for me.

The entire book by Z. Alexandrova "The Island on the Kama" can be read on the website of the Central City Children's Library of St. Petersburg.
And pay attention to the silhouette drawings of N. Fiedler - in the war years in them the harmony of childhood.

"The Island on the Kama" was released in 1944, when the war was not over yet, but its last lines give hope for the return of the fathers.

This happiness did not happen in the life of our visitor - her father was killed in that very 44th year near the Moldavian village of Zozulyany. There are 95 letters from the front and a memory from which there are still tears in my eyes. And anxiety in my soul - was the grave looked after? .. I can say that monuments to those who perished in those places were in almost every village and were entered in the security register. Hope they still stand.