How to write a letter to a soldier's past. Letter to a Soldier

Dear soldier of the Great Patriotic War, My name is Misha, I am in the 7th grade. I am writing you this letter to express gratitude for the heroic deeds that you and your comrades performed during this terrible war. The unbearable trials that befell you were not in vain, now we live in peacetime, the war is long over, Nazi Germany is defeated, Hitler committed suicide.

I live in the city of St. Petersburg, during the war it was called Leningrad. My hometown experienced a terrible siege, millions of people died, but the city was never surrendered to the enemy. Now few have survived from those terrible times, but their children, grandchildren and now great-grandchildren still remember and know about those times very well. No one is forgotten, on the contrary, every year search operations are carried out in order to find Red Army soldiers. Now in our city, on Victory Day, the “Forgotten Regiment” event is held, this is when descendants of soldiers walk along Nevsky Prospekt, our main street, carrying portraits of their relatives in their hands.

I also want to support you so that you do not lose your fighting spirit and willpower. I really hope that you will go through all the hardships of the war with honor, and most importantly, you will survive. You must know that everything you do, you do for the benefit of your descendants and millions of people, thanks to you, now live in our country.

Roshchina Ira, Pudeeva Margarita, Makurina Ekaterina

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A letter to a soldier of the Great Patriotic War from the 21st century.

Roshchina Irina.

Hello, dear soldier, our defender, our hero!

Don’t be surprised that strangers write you such tender words - after all, perhaps you are one of the most important people for us, because it is thanks to you that we live, go to school, and have family and friends! How I want to see your eyes. I wonder what's in them? Maybe pain, fear, anxiety? Or does the fire of boyish courage burn in them, the thirst for exploits, what boys dream of at all times?

I want to thank you for your courage and heroism, for your feat! For the fact that 70 years ago you fought, without fear of death, with your sworn enemy. You moved forward and defended the freedom of future generations. You gave your lives for the happiness of children and mothers. And we, children of the twenty-first century, are very grateful to you for this! We will always remember you!

In our letter we would like to tell you a little about how we live now. So... It's spring now, the month of March. The time when everything begins to come to life after a long winter hibernation. We are all preparing for one of my favorite holidays - May 9th! Maybe you have a hard time believing it now, but May 9 is Great Victory Day! Your victory! In our small town it is always celebrated as a big and beautiful holiday. Many people come to the central square of the city with balloons, flags, flowers and in a good mood! Everyone is very joyful and happy, but still many cry...

The day came to an end, another day with peaceful skies overhead. And this is your merit - your victory!

Pupils of class 7A of school No. 1 in Bor. March 2015

Makurina Ekaterina.

Hello, dear veteran of the Great Patriotic War!

Students of grade 7 “A” of secondary school No. 1 in the city of Bor are writing to you.
Once upon a time you went to school, dreamed of what you would become when you graduated from school... The war cut short all your plans, and instead of sitting at a school desk, you defended your Motherland with arms in your hands.
It is difficult for us, living in the 21st century, to imagine what you experienced, what you felt then.
We want to express our deep gratitude to you for the heroic feat that you performed in the name of the happiness of other people. Risking your life, you stood up to defend the Fatherland from the enemy. We owe our lives to you!
I wish you health, happiness, attention from loved ones and peaceful skies above your head!

Letter to a wartime pilot. Pudeeva Margarita.

Dear comrade pilot!

I am writing to you from the distant city of Bor, Nizhny Novgorod region. We, people of the twenty-first century, did not see and did not know what war was. But we remember and are proud of you, the Hero who risked his life for the freedom of his people, the independence of his homeland.

I admire your courage and determination. How often, on orders, did you rise into the sky to beat the enemy, bringing victory closer. What motivated you? A sense of duty to the Motherland? The desire to protect her, even at the cost of his own life? You flew out on orders, realizing that the enemy had even invaded the skies of our Fatherland. But once upon a time it was peaceful and calm, once upon a time you dreamed and disappeared into the clouds and your thoughts became dizzy, your breathing became free as the wind.

Every day, risking your life, you performed an unimaginable feat for the sake of your wives and children, looking at you with hope and pride. How often have you received letters from your relatives - triangles, saying that they are alive and well, waiting for you at home with Victory at any moment. You read these letters, with the lines often blurred by tears. You were bored.

The war has been going on for several years. But you endure, wait, and fly on. The airplane's propeller drills into the air, its breath argues with the wind. This requires training and practice. You are ready to endure everything in order to bring Victory closer. And no matter what happens to you, you will believe in victory. After all, it’s not against your will. Everything is not forever. And the war is not forever.

No matter what happens to you, you remember: you are loved and expected. They wrote to you: “Beat the fascists! Return home alive, in spite of the enemy! See you under peaceful skies!”

You read these letters, illegible but sincere children's lines, and promised to return home.

In 1945 you kept your promise.

Thank you for our freedom, happy childhood!

Your unfamiliar but faithful friend from the city of Bor, Nizhny Novgorod region, Margarita Pudeeva, a student of grade 7A at school No. 1.

Apple orchards in Udomlya

On this day they cry,
and are silent

Remembering both fathers and grandfathers.

We plant
Apple orchard

In honor of you,
A great victory!

Everyone who knew the war
and who didn't know -

This day we again

Let's meet together.

"This is a holiday

with tears in his eyes"

As it is sung in our
bright song.

Obelisks higher and awards

Memory of the Grateful

generations.

We plant

Apple orchard,

To feat
did not go into oblivion.

On this day and feelings
the heart is tight.

Let the trees

will quietly fall into line

In honor of you,

known unknown

Our soldier
protector and hero!

The years will fly by
but certainly

It will be our garden
gain strength,

So that flowers fireworks
on a spring day

About great days
remind.

Petals
will swirl like a blizzard,

Song lines
will form in silence.

Will be here

lovers meet,

For a walk
the kids will come out.

For questions
little grandchildren

Let them answer
grandparents.

planted here

Apple orchard

In honor of the Great
and Holy Victory!

Letter to a soldier of the Great Patriotic War...

Letter to a Soldier

Hello, dear, respected soldier! 5th grade student Alexander Smarakov is writing to you. At school we were told a lot about the war. We recently met with a veteran of the Great Patriotic War, Nikolai Alexandrovich Smirnov. He talked about how difficult and scary it was for him there. All soldiers had to endure many difficult trials. They starved, froze and were seriously injured. They fought for their lives. They had to overcome their own fear to win!

Nikolai Alexandrovich told us that many memories of the war remained in the soldier’s memory. He showed us his awards. I think that all the soldiers who were in the war are strong, brave people.

Our new generation is very proud of them, because these soldiers won the Great Patriotic War. Many soldiers died in this battle, but their memory lives in our hearts. I wish you good luck in your difficult work.

Goodbye! Sincerely, Smarakov Alexander

Dear soldier, hello!!

A 3rd grade student is writing to you. I want to thank you for existing. Because we, Russian children, live in peacetime and do not see the horrors of war. If it weren’t for your courage during the difficult war years, our country would not exist. Years of bloody war have passed. And on May 9, 1945, it was announced on the radio throughout the country that our country had won the Great Patriotic War. Thank you, soldier, for this! I would really like every person on Earth to understand the importance of this Great Victory!

Dolgin Nikolay

Dear soldier.

My letter is a thank you. Thank you very much, soldier, for fighting, being wounded, but not giving up. When I grow up, I will also be a military man. Most of all I want to be like the soldiers of the Great Patriotic War. After all, they fought for our Motherland with all their strength, saw their friends and loved ones die right before their eyes, but did not let the enemy into their positions. In May 1945, the fascist troops were defeated, thanks to the fortitude and courage of the Russian soldier! I am sure that the same soldiers are serving in the army now. And they are capable of defending our huge and beautiful Russia. Soldier, I know for sure that no matter who attacks us, you will not lose, you will not surrender, you will defend your country to the end.

Feklisov Artyom

A letter from the past to a soldier who gave his life for us

Sometimes there are no names left of the heroes of bygone times.

Those who accepted mortal combat became just dirt and grass...

Only their formidable valor settled in the hearts of the living.

We keep this eternal flame, bequeathed to us alone, in our chests...

Hello, dear great-grandfather Egor!

My name is Natasha, I am your great-granddaughter, I am writing you a letter back in 1942.

Recently I was looking through old, still black and white photographs and suddenly realized that I know very little about my family and friends, about you, great-grandfather! But to us, living in the 21st century, events even a few decades ago seem like another world, distant and often incomprehensible.

... I close my eyes and try to imagine ... the terrible 41 years, when a bloody war began that claimed 20 million human lives. War is a terrible event. How can you not know this! After all, you went to the front as a very young boy...

I know for sure that it was very difficult for you in this war, like all your friends and comrades. But you knew that you were defending your Motherland, your family, friends, loved ones. It is impossible for me to imagine that fascist boots could walk through our streets. You detained them, did not let them seize our native land

...I look at the letter telling you about your burial place. You are in a mass grave in the Leningrad region, Zharok station, Kirishi district.

...And it happened on that fateful day - January 6, 1942. As always, you pulled the wounded out of the battlefield. (Rescuing the wounded was a difficult and dangerous task - always under enemy fire). While saving a wounded comrade, you died yourself...

You never had time to find out that the Nazis were defeated near Moscow, then the battle of Stalingrad... And there was a Great Victory in May 1945

For 70 years now there has been a peaceful blue sky over our Motherland.

Thanks to you, we live, enjoying every day.

Thank you for my happy present!

Low bow to you!

Your great-granddaughter Natalya Dzyubina

Congratulations to the veteran
Great Patriotic War

Hello, dear veteran! Tenth grader Anastasia Orlova is writing to you. I am 17 years old. Usually letters (congratulations) begin with wishes or requests. I'd like to start by saying thank you. After all, one cannot help but admire your feat, which will forever remain in people’s memory. Thank you for the fact that as a child, you stood at the machine and without trembling in your voice repeated the immortal phrase: “Everything for the front, everything for Victory!” Thank you for the fact that in the severe frost, even after going through a terrible ordeal, you went to liberate the captured cities. Thank you for the fact that, having lost someone close to you, you did not give up, did not give up; for the fact that in your eyes the fire was burning, is burning and will continue to burn, the fire of hope, and the fear that strives to settle in your soul, I don’t know. Wartime is a time of grief, death and fear, but even then your heart was saved from the cold of hopelessness. You, like no one else, know the value of true friendship. A feat in the name of the Motherland, for the sake of friends - isn’t this the highest manifestation of valor and courage. You, dear veterans, gave your best years and health so that we could live under a peaceful sky and enjoy every day. Words on paper cannot express the feelings, but know that we appreciate and love you. Fewer and fewer veterans of that war remain with us. Wounds, years, problems take their toll, but we must be all the more attentive to you.

There is a lot I want to know, ask, tell, but we cannot bore you with long questions. We will try not to upset you, we will appreciate the peace won with such difficulty. You have done a lot for our generation. If it were not for your efforts, tears, pain, hopes, we would not be able to see this beautiful world. We will never forget at what cost you got this Victory.

Dear, beloved Veterans, thank you for the Sun, for the Sky, the Earth, and most importantly - for our lives! Thank you for everything!

Orlova Anastasia

Dear my great-grandmother!

I deeply sympathize with you that your brothers, best friends and loved ones died in the war. When the war started you were 31 years old. All your friends and family went to the front. You were the only one left to work in the south of Kazakhstan from 1936 to 1952. From 1942 to 1952 the work was even more difficult. My great-grandmother was very tired and often sick.

70 years have passed since the beginning of the war, but my great-grandmother still lives. She is 104 years old.

Without a signature

My dear great-grandfather Nikolai!

Your great-granddaughter Tamara is writing to you. I've heard a lot about you. In our family everyone calls you Grandpa Kolya, and in our prayers we understand the warrior Nikolai. And that's what I call you too.

Grandfather, great-grandfather, great-great-grandfather - that’s who you are for all of us! But you were only 28 years old when you died in the war. You didn’t even know how big our family would be later. You were gone, but the family grew. You know, your eldest daughter Nadya gave birth to my grandmother Zara and uncle Kolya. And grandmother Zara gave birth to my mother Masha and aunt Sonya. And now my mother has me and my brother Roma, and Sonya Vera has Georgiy. They are my cousins ​​sister and brother. And your mother’s uncle Kolya has a daughter, Kapitolina, and a son, Artem. He served in the army, and your youngest daughter, Galya, gave him your order for safekeeping. How I love Galya! And I know my great-grandmother Nadya from stories and photographs and I love her too. What good daughters you have, grandfather! Your wife Maria, my great-great-grandmother, loved you very much and honored your memory. She is no longer there either... You are now together in Heaven. In the meantime, Grandma Maria, as she is called in our family, was alive, she published a book about you, it is called “Father.” Grandma made two copies for both of your daughters. Books are now passed down through generations in our family. From it I learned a lot about you, grandfather, read your letters from the front and saw you in photographs. You are very handsome, young, warrior Nikolai!

You know, I study at the gymnasium, in the first grade. I have an interesting life. When you were alive, you didn’t know how everything would change. The cities were restored after the war, and how! People, clothes, music have changed... Mobile phones have appeared. Letters are rarely written now... But there are a lot of your letters in the book.

Grandfather, we celebrate Victory Day on May 9! This is a very big national holiday. I know that you, warriors, soldiers, believed in Victory and walked towards it confidently. Thank you for it! Thanks to you, we live and the world around us is exactly the way it should be. Our Motherland cannot be defeated or destroyed. She was, is and will be! I will carry a photograph at the Victory Parade and give flowers to veterans. There are fewer of them every year, but they are still alive and many are 90 and 100 years old, can you imagine?!

Happy Victory Day to you, grandfather Kolya!

I know where you are buried. Large mass grave

with memorial plaques in Velikiye Luki. When a little

When my brother grows up, we will also go with mom and dad to bow to you and the other fallen soldiers.

Memory is very important.

Everyone is alive in memory.

With love, respect and gratitude

Your great-great-granddaughter Tamara.

Hello, dear veteran!

My name is Daniel. I am a 7th grade student.

I would like to address you with words of greetings and gratitude.

The most important holiday of your life is approaching - Victory Day! I want to thank you very much for the feat you accomplished. 70 years separate us from the times of the Great Patriotic War. There are fewer and fewer of you left who can, as eyewitnesses and participants, tell you what the war was like for our country. You have seen death, experienced hunger, endured pain, lost friends and loved ones. You fought bravely for your Motherland! I understand why you remember the war years and your departed comrades with tears. And I also know that you still remain a brave soldier.

Soon May 9th - Victory Day. You will put on your military orders and medals. You will go to a solemn meeting at the Memorial of Memory. We will look at you with pride and mentally thank you for the fact that you survived, and we, thanks to you, now live a peaceful life!

You gave me a future!

We will always remember at what cost you won!

Tell us about the war years you experienced, teach us to honor the past! After all, without the past there is no present, which means there is no future. I know this for sure.

I admire you and your feat, thank you for your Motherland! THANK YOU!

Sincerely, Rossikov Daniil

Damn war! Where are the grandfathers?...

I don't know any.

They did not meet Victory

Wife and kindred,

They didn't get to see their grandchildren...

At least find out where the grave is!?

We were looking for an inscription in the anguish of our hearts...

Konyshev Timofey Pavlovich

Korobovtsev Vasily Alekseevich

But, like a pitchfork through water...

Where did you stay?

On our mother earth...?

What a pity that you parted with us...

I can’t stop the tears like my granddaughter.

I love you until my heart hurts,

Just looking at the photos.

I look: eyes and nose and eyebrows -

They're almost like mine!

I see my children in their faces,

You can't hide your cute features.

Oh, how I hate war!...

Let's cry together, me, you.., you..?

But the portraits only give me a smile

The strict one sparkles in response...

What’s left for us from you is nothing...

Great, great, now every grandfather...

Konysheva Olga Ivanovna

Dear veteran!

Thank you for the clear sky above your head! A low bow for your courage, fearlessness, bravery and love for your people, for your Motherland! Words cannot express the gratitude and pride that I feel for your feat. Yes, precisely a feat that will remain for centuries and will forever serve as the highest measure of patriotism, moral values, loyalty and duty.

May 9th is the greatest of holidays, because there is not a single person on Earth, not a single family in Russia, which would not have been spared by the war, which was truly the Great Patriotic and National War.

Wartime is a time of suffering, death and fear, but even then your heart was saved from cold and hopelessness. Surely, you and your comrades had a collection of poems by Yulia Drunina in your breast pocket, near your heart. What song followed you on the attack? I am sure that more than once or twice, the enemies shuddered when they heard a friendly chorus of Russian soldiers performing the eternal “Katyusha”.

You, like no one else, know the value of true friendship. A feat in the name of the Motherland, a feat for the sake of friends - isn’t this the highest manifestation of courage. Well, the support of a comrade in a fateful moment was sometimes more expensive than a military shell. The multinational people of the Soviet Union stood up to defend the Fatherland. People from all over united and achieved Victory, fighting shoulder to shoulder with the enemy. How sometimes after that, years later, we lacked this military solidarity...

Time runs mercilessly forward, and I know: today much is incomprehensible and alien to you. I am ashamed of some of the actions of our generation, but rest assured: we will never forget about you.

Sorry about everything. Happy Great Victory Day!

Golovina Anna

I hold a pen in my hands, not knowing where to start. For some reason, a very young soldier in an officer's uniform appears. He is not much older than me, but his look is mature, sad and even stern.

It is now 2015, the 21st century - the age of space, the age of technology, the age of the atom. I am writing a letter to the past, to the 20th century, in the year when a terrible war was just about to begin.

These young guys had to fight for their homeland. These are soldiers who were obliged to go to the front to stand up for their Fatherland, families and the future of the country.

Now I feel like I see his eyes warming up and a smile appearing on his lips. He raises his head to the sky and looks up for a long time, as if he feels that millions of compatriots will go there and only the cry of cranes will remind them...

“Hello, young lieutenant! And silence... How are you? I would like to know more about you, about your family... Who are your parents? Whoever they are, thank them for leading our front to Victory... How do you feel when you say goodbye to your parents and go to the front? It must be hard to realize that you may not return to your native village. Did you manage to graduate from military school and take the oath? I made it... Yesterday you left the educational institution, and today it’s already war...

It's cold in the damp dugout. Is it scary when you hear explosions and gunshots? Of course, it’s scary... But in war you can’t show fear. You need to be strong both mentally and physically.

When you lead adult soldiers into an attack, do you think about death? I get scared when I imagine how the soldiers of the Fatherland died in the war...

Sitting by the fire, do you remember your beloved? Or maybe you met her at the front, but the war still separated you? What do you dream about? About ending the war as soon as possible? I know that thanks to people like you, our country will win! Don’t be sad, after the war you will definitely find your beloved, and you will celebrate the Victory together! Take care of yourself... The main thing is to believe in Victory. Your father will be proud of you. She and her mother are waiting and believe in you!

I know you won’t write me a letter, but I see your answer - this is peace in our Motherland, entire cities and villages, happy people living a carefree life, not waking up at night from gunfire. This is your merit and the merit of those who did not return from the battle. I bow my head before your feat and whisper: “Thank you!”

Karpova Elizaveta

Children of war

KRYLOV IVANMIKHAILOVICH

Born in 1934 in the village of Plashonovo, Kalinin region (12 km from Velikiye Luki).

Voin met there.

Ivan Mikhailovich recalls: “In 1941, in the month of August, the Germans captured our village. They arrived on motorcycles. They immediately started running around the house, taking away livestock and more or less suitable things. We have taken a calf and a piglet. What is left is a cow.

That same year, close to winter, the Germans decided to burn down the village. They rounded up all the inhabitants, they thought they were going to be shot, but they didn’t shoot them, apparently something was pushing them on, there was no time for us, and they rushed into the forest.

And they tied one grandfather to the house (maybe they thought he was a partisan) and set him on fire, the grandfather began to burn and they shot him, and he burned down along with the house. Then he burned the whole village.

I, my mother and older brother went to live in a neighboring farm, then further, to another village. We lived in dugouts. We liberated hundreds of Germans in 1943, after the battle of Stalingrad. There was nowhere to return, my native village was burned.

We were sitting at the water pump (at the Udomlya station), local residents drove up in carts from the villages and took the settlers home. We set fire to Yasnaya Polyana.

NECHAYEVA (Grigorieva) ANTONINA ALEXANDROVNA

Born on March 7, 1934 in the Vakorikha farmstead, Kuznechiki village, Udomelsky district. In the family during the war there was a mother, she and a brother born in 1940.

From the memoirs of A.A.:

My father was taken away, my mother worked on a collective farm. The Germans came, pulled everything out, turned it over, and took away the last loaf of bread. The mother, seeing them coming to the village through the window, gathered good linen into a bundle and hid it in a dung heap, and the Germans found it there too. My father from Moscow brought me a gray scarf, they took it, I asked for a very long time to give it to me, I cried, but they didn’t give it back.

During the war we lived on the Fedorovskoye state farm, at first on the doorstep, since the Germans lived with us. During the day, while the Germans were away, they cooked potatoes; if they came, they took everything away. The Germans themselves ate something from cans, we children sat on the bed (our parents even forbade us to walk around the house so as not to irritate the Germans. We even went to the toilet in the basement), and they looked at them, sometimes as if they were little dogs. They'll throw us some food

One day, the Germans kicked us out of the house at night, and the patrol drove us from the street, and on the contrary, drove us home. We somehow spent the night that night, and in the morning, through the swamp, we went to my grandmother’s “Bolshevik”, there were also Germans there (two Germans lived with my grandmother), but they did not kick us out of the house.

The Germans sent my grandmother to some kind of work, and for this at the end of the week she was given a liter mug of grain.

Food was poor: they dried quinoa, from which they baked pies, in the spring they collected rotten potatoes, and ate meat from dead horses.

The mother was not sent to work; she was pregnant.

I remember they said that the chairman of the collective farm was hanged by the Germans when they came to the village. The neighbor was forcibly taken to Germany with a convoy, but after some time he showed up and apparently fled.

When the Germans were driven away, a hospital was set up in my grandmother’s house. I remember how my friend and I sat on logs near the hospital and sang songs, and the soldiers gave us food.

My father returned from the front, but... Our house in Fedorovskoye was burned down, then we lived in a bathhouse, then we moved to Ovsishche, to the village of Trufanikha. The collective farm was rich, we lived in a former school house.

Skorodumova Nadezhda Pavlovna (nee Voronina)

Patriotism does not mean only one
love for your homeland. It's much more than that.
This is the consciousness of one’s inalienability from the Motherland
and an integral experience with it
her happy and her unhappy days.
A.N. Tolstoy

May 9 is not just a holiday, it is one of the great days, revered not only in Russia, but also in many other countries that suffered from the fascist invaders. Victory Day is a great holiday, important for every family. It is difficult to find a person who was not in any way affected by the terrible war that claimed the lives of family and friends. This is a day of memory and pride, on which every citizen feels part of a great nation and understands personal responsibility for its future. This date will never be erased from history, it will remain forever in the calendar, and will always remind of those terrible events and the great defeat of the fascist troops.

With the support of Deputy of the Legislative Assembly Sergei Konko, the Family Reading Center “On Plyushchikha” hosted an essay competition for schoolchildren in the Oktyabrsky district “Letter to a front-line soldier. From the present to the past”, dedicated to the 72nd anniversary of the celebration of Victory in the Great Patriotic War. More than a hundred works were received from children from grades 1 to 8, of which 30 works were recognized as the best. What sincere words the guys wrote! How much grief, sadness and genuine pride sounded in these letters!

“Hello, soldier! My name is Kirill and I am 9 years old. I am writing to you from my present time to the past. I really wanted my letter to be read by you, but in life, unfortunately, this does not happen. It's only in films that you can travel through time. Get from the present to the past and vice versa. But I believe in miracles, so I am writing you my message. This will be my time capsule, only in a different direction..."

“Hello, great-grandfather! I am writing a letter to you in the distant year 1941, at a time where you remained forever. I am... your great-granddaughter. Recently I was looking at old photographs, and suddenly I thought: “What do I know about my family’s past?” It turned out to be quite a bit. But to us, ten-year-olds living in the 21st century, even two decades ago seems like a different world, distant, often incomprehensible. I close my eyes... a living picture appears before my eyes. It's the sultry, fragrant summer of 1941 outside. Haymaking is in full swing. Men go to the front to defend their homeland. Among them are you, my great-grandfather. You will not be destined to return back, since your great-grandmother received a piece of paper with one line: “Missing”...

“Dear Gerasim Ivanovich Novichkov, you and I have never met, we have never seen each other, but I heard about you in my grandmother’s stories. My grandmother told me that you served in the artillery and died in 1944 near Leningrad, you were one year short of victory. You don’t know, but we won, and this victory is 72 years old!”

You can read more about the essays at the Family Reading Center “On Plyushchikha” and by following the link:

All 30 participants in the essay competition received diplomas and memorable prizes, and the director of the Central Library named after. L. N. Tolstoy and the staff of the Family Reading Center “On Plyushchikha” received letters of gratitude from the deputy of the Legislative Assembly of the NSO Sergei Konko.

The activities of libraries are inextricably linked with spiritual, moral, aesthetic and patriotic education. Whatever the library does, its main goal is to introduce people to reading, to the native word, to the history and modern life of Russia. We hope that such events will help develop in the children a sense of high patriotic consciousness and loyalty to their Fatherland.

Head sector of the Service Department Veshkurtseva E. G.

Galina Greshnova

GOAL: Formation of moral values.

1. Introduce children to the Russian holiday - Victory Day. To provide knowledge about the defenders of the fatherland and their exploits.

2. Involve parents in creating a “Book of Memory” in the family about their loved ones who took part in the Second World War.

3. To instill in children pride and respect for WWII veterans, a sense of pride for the Motherland, and the ability to listen to adults.

We, educators, turned to parents with a proposal to find information about their relatives who took part in the Second World War. Introduce your children to the exploits of your ancestors and write letters on behalf of your great-grandchildren from the present to the past. We made a wall newspaper from the collected material.

Hello, my dear great-grandfather Valentin Ivanovich Kulikov!

Your great-grandson Maxim N. is writing you a letter.

Dear grandfather, what a pity that we didn’t meet, you died when your mother graduated from school. I have an older brother Artyom and my mother tells us about you and grandma Shura. We know that you were born in Moscow, at the beginning of the Second World War you were evacuated to Kazan, and from there you went to the front! You defended our Motherland in the parachute regiment for two years, and then you were seriously wounded, ended up in the hospital and recovered only at the end of the war. You met your grandmother and you had a son and daughter. Now you have six great-grandchildren and one great-granddaughter. I go to kindergarten, and Artyom is in third grade and goes to a sports school. Most of all I like to play cars and ride a bike.

Thank you, grandfather, for the peaceful sky above our heads, for our happy childhood.

Victory Day is our holiday with tears in our eyes!

Great-grandfather - Pukovsky Vladimir Andreevich

Hello, great-grandfather!

So I already went to kindergarten.

Time has passed, a lot has changed. My toys are no longer soldiers and tanks, my games are no longer war games and nurses. Nowadays it is fashionable to believe in fixers and smeshariki, but you know that they are not at all as brave as the young partisan guys.

And my mother said that when I grow up, we will definitely watch together the film “Only Old Men Go to Battle,” which she and my grandmother once watched.

And, although I will never see you, I will definitely get to know you and your comrades in history lessons.

And many years later I will explain to my children why this particular day is colored red on the calendar - May 9, Victory Day!

We never saw our great-grandfather, but we are sure that he was a strong and brave defender of our Motherland!

We would like to say a huge thank you to him, to all the war and home front veterans for the great victory! For standing and for the peaceful sky above us today!

WE REMEMBER, WE ARE PROUD!

Dear grandfather!

Masha, your great-granddaughter, is writing to you.

I know that you protected us from enemies.

Thank you so much for our free country!

We remember you and will never forget you!

Our dear great-grandfather Vladimir!

Your great-grandchildren Sasha and Tanya are writing to you.

Very soon there will be an anniversary of our country's Victory in the Great Patriotic War. 70 years have passed since you, our family and your friends fought shoulder to shoulder for our Great Power. For our Free Country.

Thank you HUGE grandfather, for this clear and calm sky above your head, thank you for the PEACE that you gave us, at the cost of your youth, health, life….

Eternal memory to you and your fellow soldiers, mothers and children, doctors and home front workers and many, many others who had to go through this difficult time.

With great love, your grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Kissing...