We will forever glorify that woman whose name is Mother! Concert program “We will forever glorify that woman whose name is mother We glorify that woman whose name is mother

Job title: We will forever glorify that woman whose name is Mother!

Description: Mother's Day is an international holiday in honor of mothers. This holiday exists in almost all countries of the world. It has different traditions and a different history of formation, but carries one common idea: gratitude to the mother for life, for all her efforts for the benefit of her children and simply selfless love.

The script may be useful to practicing teachers: deputy directors of educational institutions for educational work, organizers of extracurricular activities, class teachers when conducting classes for Mother's Day or March 8 in grades 5-7. Primary school students may be involved.

Target: instilling in students love, mercy, and respect for their mother.

Tasks:

To acquaint students with the origins of the International Day in honor of mothers.

Form highly moral personal qualities;

Develop the artistic abilities of students;

Learn to be caring, kind, gentle, affectionate towards loved ones.

Equipment: Souvenirs for mothers, 2-3 balloons, A-4 sheets, felt-tip pens, pins, “crown”.

Progress of the event.

Presenter 1.

Everyone stand up and listen while standing,
Preserved in all its glory.
This word is ancient, holy!
Straighten up! Get up! Stand up everyone!
Presenter 2.

This word will never deceive you,
There is a being hidden in it.
It is the source of everything.
There is no end to it.

Get up! I pronounce it: m a m a! (R. Gamzatov)
Presenter 1. Dear mothers! Today is your holiday - International Mother's Day. We congratulate you from the bottom of our hearts. Good wishes and warm words of gratitude are addressed to you!

Presenter 2. Mom, mother... These words are used to describe the dearest, closest, only person. This suggests that mothers all over the world are revered and loved.

Reader 1.(5th grade student)

Mom... There are no more precious words!
Whatever path you take,
Mom's love shines over her,
To help you in difficult times.

Mom illuminates with a tender heart
Your days, roads and deeds.
Justify your mother's hopes -
Just do good every day!
(A. Kostetsky)
Presenter 1. Honoring a woman - a mother - has a long history. According to some sources, the origins of the celebration should be sought in the spring festival, which the inhabitants of ancient Greece dedicated to Gaia, the mother of all gods.

Presenter 2. This holiday exists in almost all countries of the world with its own traditions and symbols. For example, in Finland, the national flag is raised on this day, and the president of the country awards mothers with the Order of the White Rose.

Presenter 1. In Mexico, a festive dinner is held for all mothers.

Presenter 2. In Japan, this holiday is accompanied by a red carnation - it is pinned on the chest. It symbolizes the love of a mother for her child.

Presenter 1. For our country, this holiday is relatively young. It was established by presidential decree Russian Federation B. N. Yeltsin in 1998 and is celebrated on the last Sunday of November.

Presenter 2. On this day, grateful children give their mothers flowers and gifts, organize holidays to once again express their love, tenderness, attention and gratitude to them.

Presenter 1. Dear mothers, accept gifts from your children that are made with love by your own hands.

(Children give souvenirs to mothers)

“Song about Mom” performed by 7th grade students.

Congratulations to 6th grade students

1. Mother…

This word contains the first cry,

The joy of a sunny smile,

In this word there is a moment of happiness

Dear and very close!

2. Her job is responsible

Being a mother is hard work!

Every second care -

Everyone remembers her, loves her, waits for her.

3. Where is so much strength and patience

Do all mothers on earth take it?!

To hide worries and worries

And give happiness to you and me!

4. Thank you, mommy, for your tenderness,

Your holy kindness!

Love the universal vastness,

Patience, tact and warmth!

5. You are dear to me, you are priceless!
You will understand, help and forgive.
Your smile is precious
You, smiling, will heal!

6. Know, mom, you are needed,
I need you every moment and hour!
You are adored, loved,
Then, recently and now!

Girl: We are simple girls

Boy: We are simple boys

7. We declare to the whole world,

What is more valuable than mom?

There is no man!

Dance to the song “Waltz for Mom” performed by 7th grade students.

Presenter 2. Guys, now listen to the forest story about mom.

This morning the little owlet fell out of the nest and crawled far away, unable to find its native nest. The birds saw a chick - yellow-mouthed, big-eyed, big-eared, with a big head - and asked in surprise:

Who are you, where did you come from?

“I’m an Owl,” the chick answers, “I fell out of the nest, I don’t know how to fly yet, and I see very poorly during the day.” I'm looking for my mom.

Who is your mother? - asks Drozd.

“My mother is an Owl,” answers the Owl proudly.

What is she like? - asks Woodpecker.

The most beautiful. “She has a head, ears and eyes just like mine,” the little owl answers proudly.

Ha ha ha! - Woodpecker and Drozd laughed. - Yes, you are a freak. So your mother is the same.

Not true! - the Owl cried.

The mother owl flew in to hear the cry, picked up the owlet and carried it to its native nest.

The owlet clung to his mother and said with love: “Mom, you are the most beautiful!”

Reader 2.(7th grade student) Poem “Beautiful Mothers.”

Beautiful mothers, there are many of you in the world,

You look into your eyes openly and directly...

No matter where the road takes you,

We are all accompanied by beautiful mothers.

We rarely bring bouquets to mom,

But everyone upsets her so often...

And a kind mother forgives all this,

Beautiful mother all this forgives.

Without bending stubbornly under the load of worries,

She performs her duty patiently...

Every mother is beautiful in her own way,

She is beautiful with her motherly love.

Presenter 1. Mom's love and care warm us like the sun. Guys, let's remember the proverbs about mother: (if the children find it difficult to name the proverbs, then the presenters come to the rescue)

When the sun is warm - when the mother is good.

Without mother, the dear one and the flowers bloom colorlessly.

There is no sweeter friend than your own mother.

A mother's heart warms better than the sun.

The bird is happy about spring, and the baby is happy about its mother.

Living with your mother means neither sorrow nor boredom.

The mother feeds her children like the earth does people.

My dear mother is an unquenchable candle.

A blind puppy crawls towards its mother.

There are many relatives, but my mother is dearest of all.

Presenter 1. Popular wisdom placed the word “mother” next to another great word “Motherland”: “A person has one native mother, he has one Motherland”, “Native land is mother, a foreign side is stepmother” and others.

Reader 3:(6th grade student)

Mom and Motherland are very similar:

Mom is beautiful, Motherland is too!

Take a closer look: mom's eyes

the same color as the sky.

Mom's hair is like wheat

that grows in endless fields.

Mom's hands are warm and tender,

they resemble a ray of sunshine.

If mom sings a song, then she

echoes the cheerful and ringing stream...

This is how it should be: what is dear to us -

always reminds us of our mothers!

(A. Starikov)

The song "Mother's Eyes" performed by 6th grade students

Presenter 2. Quiz “My Mom’s Favorite Flower” (Given by 7th grade students.)

Based on the brief description, you need to determine which flower mom loves.

1 . Are the flowers of this plant hunted in the jungle in the same way as wild animals are hunted? (Orchids.)

2. The Indians called this flower a “shooting star,” and the ancient Romans simply called it a “star.” The inflorescence of this flower really resembles a bright star. What is this flower called now? (Aster)

3. Not a single flower in the world was so expensive. For the bulb of this flower they paid in gold and precious stones. What is my mother's favorite flower? (Tulip)
4. According to legend, Lakshmi is the most beautiful woman in the world, was born from the opening bud of this flower, which consisted of 100 large and 1000 small petals. The Progenitor of the Universe, Vishnu, woke up the beauty with a kiss, and she became his wife. From that moment on, Lakshmi was proclaimed the goddess of beauty, and this flower was a symbol of the divine secret, which the flower keeps under the protection of its sharp thorns. (Rose)

5. Translated from Latin, this flower means “sword”. People call it “saber”. And in fact, its leaves are shaped like a sharp sword. They surround stems that bear several flowers with silk, velvet, double or shiny petals. Name this flower that you know well. (Gladiolus)

6. The ancient Greeks gave this flower its name after the goddess of the rainbow, Iris. People affectionately call him “killer whale”, “songbird”, “piskulnik”, “pigtails”, “rainbow”. We call it “cockerel”. (Iris)

7. In China, you can talk using this flower. This flower is considered the flower of “fiery love”. It is given by grooms to their brides. If the girl agrees to get married, she accepts the flower. (Peony)

Presenter 1. A Russian woman is a woman - a mother, strong, strong-willed, kind, gentle. Most Russian families have only one or two children. There are much fewer families in Russia with three, four or more children. Such families are called large families. Our school is attended by children from the large family M..., whose parents are raising three sons. Today our mother is visiting us - A.P.

A.P., please tell me, is it difficult to have three children?

How did your sons react to the birth of another boy?

Do older sons take part in raising their younger brother?

Presenter 2. Thank you, A.P., for interesting story. We wish your family harmony in feelings, good luck, all the best. And now from the M family... a musical number - ditties performed by a mother with her twin sons (5th grade)

Son 1. Our dear guests,
We will tell you from the heart,

How we help at home

After all, we are no longer kids.
Son 2. We are mother's sons,
She doesn't have daughters
I'll try my best here,
Why not help her?

Son 1. To restore order,

I took a broom for revenge.
But what's left of him is
Three straws in total.

Son 2. Just clean it once a year

I decided to frying pan

And then four days

They couldn't wash me off.

Mother. What's that noise, what's that noise?
The walls keep shaking.
These are our sons
The house is being cleaned

Son 1. Brother Alyoshka washed the floors,
The cat helped.
It's just a pity that later
Mother was washing.

Son 2. I polished the floors until they shine

Prepared a vinaigrette

Mom is looking for: what to do?

There is no work.

Son 1. To our mother in the morning, our Alyoshka

Gave me two candies

I barely had time to give it,

And then he ate them himself.

Son 2. Although the open spaces beckon us,

We are not a step away from mom.

Dad and I can move mountains...

If mom tells me how!

Mother. I'm the happiest mother
Even though I don’t have a daughter.
After all, they help dad and I,
Our two sons.
Together. We sang ditties for you,
To please you,

So that you don't forget us,
We've tried our best.

Presenter 2. Dear mothers, guys, and now the competition program begins.

Contest: « Relay race of compliments(competition for children).

Anyone can take part in the competition. Participants form a circle. Everyone’s task is to compliment their mother with one phrase, which begins with the words “You are my most...” (for example, “You are my most beautiful,” “You are my most beautiful,” etc.)

Member who didn't find any new ones nice words or repeated, is eliminated from the game. The last player remaining is the winner.

The presenter thanks the competition participants and draws attention to the fact that mothers were pleased to hear kind words addressed to them, and children were pleased to say them.

Competition: "Queen"(competition for mothers)

The “crowned” mother must walk a given distance. You need to walk majestically, with a “royal” gait, with your shoulders back and your head held high.

The presenters thank all the mothers participating in the competition. The winner is awarded the “crown”

Presenter 1. How does a person differ from other people? (students' answers)

Your task is to distinguish your mother from the large crowd of people with some incredible inscription on a T-shirt.

Competition: “T-shirt with an inscription”

Children make an inscription on pieces of paper that expresses their feelings and attitude towards their mother: for example,

and attach it to mom’s T-shirt.

(The presenter reads out all the inscriptions on the T-shirts and thanks the children for their kind, beautiful words)

Our dear mothers!
We tell you without embellishment -
Honestly, sincerely and directly -
We love you very, very much!

Competition: "Charball"(mothers with their children participate)

Before the start of the competition, a line is drawn (you can pull a rope), beyond which you cannot step. The team of children stands on one side, and the team of mothers stands on the other side of it. The presenter throws a balloon, which the players take turns hitting.

At this time, cheerful music is playing. From time to time, the host turns off the music and awards a point to the team that does not have a ball at that moment. If the ball lands on the floor of one of the teams, then the point is awarded to their opponents. The team with the most points wins.

(Summarizing)

Presenter 2. The holiday dedicated to you, dear mothers, has come to an end.

Presenter 1.

We wish you health and joy,

Mental strength in reserve,

Thank you, dear,

For everything she did for us.

Presenter 2. For tireless worries,

For a world of family warmth,

May God grant that you are always in everything

And from now on she was the same!

Presenter 1. We really hope you leave with good mood. And we tell you again:

Together:“We love you very much!”

We will forever glorify that woman whose name is Mother!

literary and musical composition

Municipal educational institution "Kamskoustinskaya secondary school"
Kamsko-Ustinsky municipal district
REPUBLIC OF TATARSTAN
The work was completed and carried out
GUMEROVA Maysara Aisovna,
first category teacher,
VAFINA Khamira Nyaimovna,
teacher of the highest category
village Kama Ustye, 2008

Topic: “We will forever glorify that woman whose name is Mother!”

I. Introduction

Part 1. Mom is the first word, the main word.

The song is played from the film “Mama” (script by Y. Entanin and V. Istrate, director - stage director E. Boston)

1 boy.
Who came to me this morning?
-Mommy.
Who said it's time to get up?
-Mommy.
Who managed to cook the porridge?
-Mommy.
Would you like me to pour a glass of tea?
-Mommy.
Who picked flowers in the garden?
-Mommy.
Who kissed me?
-Mommy.
Who as a child loves laughter?
-Mommy.
Who is the best in the world?
-Mommy.
(L. Doroshkova)

(Speech by a group of 5th grade students)

Ditties.
Our dear mothers,
We'll sing ditties for you.
Congratulations on your holiday
And hello to you!
Just clean it once a year
I decided to frying pan
And then four days
They couldn't wash me off.
The soup and porridge were burnt,
Salt is poured into the compote.
When mom came home from work,
She had a lot of trouble.
I found a broom in the kitchen
And he swept the whole apartment,
And what's left of him
Three straws in total.
Sasha polished the floor until it shined,
Prepared a vinaigrette.
Mom is looking for what to do:
There is no work.
Galya washed the floors,
Katya helped
It's just a pity - mom again
I washed everything.
Dad solved the problem for me,
Helped with math
Then my mother and I decided that
What he couldn't decide.
To mom in the morning, our Mila
Gave me two candies
I barely had time to give it,
She immediately ate them herself.
We sang to you as best we could,
We're just children,
But we know that our mothers -
The best in the world.
Let the songs ring everywhere
About our beloved mothers.
We are for you, for everything, dear ones,
We say: “Thank you!”

II. Main part. Part I. Bright image of the mother.

The work of the composer F. Schubert “Ave Maria” is playing, and Raphael’s painting “The Sistine Madonna” is on the screen.

1 presenter:
There is a holy and prophetic sign in nature,
Vividly marked in centuries:

Conjuring from any misfortune
(She really has a lot to offer!),
No, not the Mother of God, but the earthly one,
Proud exalted mother.
The light of her love has been bequeathed since ancient times,
So here it stands for centuries:
The most beautiful of women -
A woman with a child in her arms.
2 presenter. Everything in the world is measured by footprints,
No matter how many paths you walk,
The apple tree is decorated with fruits,
A woman is the fate of her children.
May the sun forever applaud her,
So she will live for centuries,
The most beautiful of women -
A woman with a child in her arms! (S. Ostrovoy)

1 presenter.

Good afternoon to everyone gathered in this hall, especially to the mothers who came here! Because it is mothers who are the culprits of today’s holiday dedicated to Mother’s Day, which is celebrated in Russia on the fourth Sunday of November.

And it is doubly joyful and pleasant to celebrate this wonderful holiday this year in the Year of the Family.
Every person has a big and a small homeland. Big is the country in which you were born, Small is the land on which you live, the house, the family in which you were born. The power of love for your home and family illuminates a truly happy childhood with a special light.
In your young hearts, guys, a feeling that lies in the depths of everyone’s soul is born in childhood and grows stronger over the years - this is love for home, one’s family. The birth of this love is a great mystery. What could be more important than home, family, relatives, where they will always understand, sympathize, and support you?
And there is one thread that connects generations. This is... Mother.
All the most precious shrines are named and illuminated by this name, because the very concept of life is associated with this name.

2 presenter.

Mother's Day is a holiday that unites adults and children, men and women, rural workers and workers, academics and ministers around the bright image of a woman-mother.

1 presenter.

Mom is the beginning of everything, the support and hope of the family, the future of the people, support in sorrow and joy. As long as we have a mother, we remain young at any age. Therefore, you need to take care, respect and love your mothers, not bitterness, but only bring them joy and flowers.

2 presenter.

Yes, indeed, for each of us, be it a small child or an already graying adult, mother is the dearest, dearest person in the world.

Reader.
From the bottom of my heart, in simple words,
Let's, friends, congratulate mom,
We love her like a good friend
Because she and I have everything together,
Because when things get tough for us
We can cry at our own shoulder.
Reader. We love her because sometimes
It becomes stricter in the wrinkles of the eyes,
But it’s worth confessing your head -
The wrinkles will disappear, the storm will pass away.
For always being straightforward and straightforward
We can trust her with our hearts,
And simply because she is our mother,
We love her deeply and tenderly. (N. Sakonskaya)

Part 2. Mother's heart.

1 presenter. The first word a person utters is “mama.” It is addressed to the one who gave him life. Children are the most precious thing for a mother. A mother's happiness lies in the happiness of her children. There is nothing more selfless and holy than her love. Mother is the child's first teacher and friend. She will always understand him, console him, help him in difficult times, protect him, protect him from trouble. There is no person in the world dearer and closer than a mother.

2 presenter. Each of us has a feeling of security and peace when our mother is nearby. But do we always realize at what price our peace and happiness are paid? Which? Self-sacrifice, self-forgetfulness of the mother. These ancient words, which have almost disappeared from colloquial speech, most accurately characterize mother's love. Self-forgetfulness, i.e. the ability to forget yourself for the sake of your child is a real feat. A mother's heart is the most merciful judge, the most sympathetic friend, the sun of love, the light of which warms us all our lives.

A dramatization of D. Kedrin’s poem “Mother’s Heart.”

Reader.
A maiden is being tortured by a Cossack at the fence:
-When will you, Oksana, love me?
I'll get it with my saber for stealing
And light sequins, and ringing rubles! -
The girl responded, braiding her hair:
-That’s what the fortune teller told me about in the forest.
She prophesies: I will love the one
Who will bring my mother's heart as a gift,
No need for sequins, no need for rubles,
Give me the heart of your old mother.
I will infuse its ashes into hops,
I’ll get drunk and I’ll love you! -
From that day on, the Cossack became silent, frowned,
I didn’t slurp borscht, I didn’t eat salamata.
He cut his mother's chest with a blade
And with the treasured burden he set off:
He puts her heart on a colored towel
Kohane brings it in his shaggy hand.
On the way, his vision grew dim,
As he was going up the porch, the Cossack tripped.
And the mother’s heart, falling on the threshold,
She asked him: “Are you hurt, son?”

1 presenter.

Love for mother is inherent in us by nature itself. This feeling lives in a person until the end of his days. Let us remember the words of Oleg Koshevoy, addressed to his mother and full of filial tenderness:

Mom mom! I remember your hands from the moment I became aware of myself in the world. Over the summer they were always covered in tan, and it didn’t go away even in the winter - it was so gentle, even, only a little darker on the veins. Or maybe they were rougher than your hands - after all, they had so much work to do in life - but they always seemed so tender to me, and I loved kissing them right on the dark veins...

Part 3.

“The basis, the essence of all living things is Mother.”

1 presenter.

Woman is a great word. It contains the purity of a girl, the dedication of a friend, the feat of a mother. From the lullaby to the last breath, the mother gives each of us selfless love, care, and affection.

I believe that all women are beautiful
And with his kindness and intelligence.
Even more fun if there is a holiday in the house,
And fidelity when there is separation in it.
Not their outfits and not the Roman profile -
We will be conquered by the female soul
And her youth and motherhood,
And gray hair when the time has come.
And we men bow low.
To all the women of my native country
No wonder on the soldiers’ obelisks
Mints the memory of the faces of mothers
On the screen there is a poster “The Motherland is calling!”

The song “The Tale of Mamayev Kurgan” sounds (lyrics by V. Bokov, music by A. Pakhmutova)

2 presenter.

A mother's love for her children is limitless. A mother always remembers her child, no matter where he is. Many mothers, having received notice of the death of their son during the Great Patriotic War, did not believe in his death and for the rest of their lives hoped for a miracle, a miracle of return.

The poem is read against the background of the painting “Petrograd Madonna” by K.S. Petrov - Vodkin.

Reader.
All people are sleeping
But mother is not sleeping now.
And the mother does not close her tired eyes,
There was a war.
The son was killed in battle,
He covered his homeland with his heart.
A hundred roads were open before him -
He could be a scientist
He could become a poet
But the mother believes and waits:
There will be a knock on the door
And the son will return suddenly.
All people are sleeping
But mother is not sleeping now,
And tears flow from tired eyes.
And many days and many years
She's still waiting for her son
But there is no son. (N. Rublev)

Reader.
Oh, why are you, red sun,
You're all leaving -
don't you say goodbye?
Oh, why from the joyless war,
son,
aren't you coming back?
I will help you out of trouble,
I’ll fly like a quick eagle...
Answer me
my little blood!
Small, the only one...
White light is not nice.
I got sick.
come back, my hope!
My grain
My little Zoryushka.
My dear,
my dear, -
where are you?
I can't find the path
to cry over the grave...
I do not want
nothing at all -
only son
see cute.
Behind the forests is my little swallow!
Behind the mountains - behind the communities...
If you cry
little eyes -
mothers cry with their hearts.
White light is not nice.
I got sick.
come back, my hope!
The grain is mine.
My little Zoryushka.
My dear, -
where are you? (R. Rozhdestvensky. “Requiem”, chapter 5)
The first bullet in any war
They strike the mother's heart
Whoever won the last fight
And a mother’s heart suffers. (K. Kuliev)

Dramatization of M. Jalil’s poem “Mother’s Day”:

- Like free birds over the steppe at dawn,
I let my three sons fly.
As a mother, as a loved one, answer me,
Like a woman who sheds tears:
Where are my sons? There is anxiety in my soul,
The mother wants to know, that’s why she’s a mother:
What path are children destined for?
Should we expect victory or death?
A dove flies under the clouds from the south,
He sits on his mother’s threshold.
-Have you seen them? I ask you, as a friend,
Give me news, my dove!
Where is my elder? Where is the consolation of the heart?
Is he alive? Does he need help?
-Oh mother, be strong: your eldest has fallen in battle,
Your eldest son died in Crimea.
The mother froze, what pain in her gaze!
How can she pour out her sadness in tears!
And my head was silvered with grief
For a son who died in battle.
I sent three children on a flight.
As a mother, as a loved one, answer me, -
Exhausted, I wait for news.
My eldest did not come, he met death
He fell in battle, the light of his dear eyes,
Perhaps the middle one is alive? Perhaps the wind
Did you bring me greetings from him?
The wind is making noise and playing on the threshold,
What is he whispering to his gray-haired mother?
- Tell me, wind, on your road
My middle met you?
- O mother, be strong, your middle one has fallen in battle,
I couldn’t save myself for my mother.
Until the last blow in the chest ceased,
He held a diamond sword in his hand.
The gray-haired mother fell unconscious,
The heart could not stand it, but the tears
Rolled after a tear without drying,
The old eyes were blinded.
- Like free birds over the steppe at dawn,
I let my three sons fly.
As a woman, as someone close to you, answer me,
Otherwise the mother will burn with grief.

Part 4. “...I love you, mom!”

Reader.
Our native lands await us like piers...
And, scorched by the winds of the paths,
You, returning to your father's house, as if for the first time,
You will see your mother's hands...
And suddenly remembering the heat and slush of the hikes,
Fields of fronts where the skies were torn,
You will understand that these hands can cry,
How a mother's eyes cry.
That all that is good and holy has merged in them,
And the light of the window, and the trembling of the ripe fields,
That they, the sleepless ones, would have more peace,
And you don’t give them any peace!

M. Plyatskovsky’s song “Mother’s Eyes” is playing.

1 presenter.

Everything that is sacred, dear to us, illuminated and named after the mother. The farmer, turning to the land that gave birth to abundant grain, gratefully says: “Thank you, nurse-mother.” A soldier in battle with the enemy fights for his Motherland.

Part 5. “A woman is a mother—the soul of the family.”

2 presenter.

Women have an important and responsible duty - to be the soul of the family, to bring light and warmth. The life of a mother is an everyday, sometimes unnoticed, everyday feat.

Any trouble will fade away and disappear,
Like thunder sometimes rumbling in spring,
If she is with you, if she is always near
Maybe she's 33 or 73 -
No matter how old she is, age has nothing to do with it.
In anxiety, in business from dawn to dusk,
The person on whom the house rests.
Her husband is a general, cosmonaut or poet
Maybe he is a minister, a miner, a doctor.
She is the most important of all, there is no doubt about that
The person who holds the house together.
Very rarely, but still sometimes sick.
And then the weight around is topsy-turvy, upside down,
Because she, because she
The person who holds the house together.
The rapid age is taking us somewhere,
In the bustle, we sometimes forget that
That she is not a foundation, she is a person,
The person who holds the house together.
So that there is light in both the heart and the house
Respond kindly to her kindness!
Let him always feel love and warmth,
The person who holds the house together. (S. Ostrovoy)

1 presenter.

We are forever indebted to our mother, whose love accompanies us all our lives.

O faith of our mothers,
Forever knowing no limits,
Holy trembling faith
In us, growing children.
She is like light in a birch forest,
Nothing in the world can erase:
Not one in the diary,
Nor the neighbors' angry complaints
Mothers are such a people
They sigh, looking at us with a long gaze:
“Let them go crazy. It will pass,”
And again they believe, believe, believe.
Only mothers believe this way
Demanding and patient.
And they are not loud
They don’t think it’s a wonder,
I just don’t care about the year
Their faith, reverent and tender,
But we don’t always
We justify their hopes. (V. Korotaev)

2 presenter.

Our mothers often have a hard time with us! We upset them with bad deeds and laziness in their studies. We don’t always remember how many sleepless nights our mother spent at our crib when we were little, taking our mother’s care for granted, we forget to thank her.

Beautiful mothers - there are many of you in the world,
You look into the eyes openly and directly
No matter how far the road takes us
We are all accompanied by beautiful mothers.
We rarely bring bouquets to mom,
But everyone upsets her so often
And a kind mother forgives all this
A beautiful mother forgives all this
Under the load of worries, without stubbornly bending,
She performs her duty patiently...
Every mother is beautiful in her own way,
She is beautiful with her mother's love. (A. Tatyanicheva)

A group of high school students invite their mothers to a waltz. The waltz by D.B. Kabalevsky “School Years” sounds.

How long did you dance?
But remember at least once!
Have you ever called
Your mother for a waltz?
Let our mother’s waltz whirl us around now.
And the years that have passed
Let the cranes call in the distance,
Let her return for an hour
This waltz, my mother’s waltz, is 20 years old.
Many waltzes, ringing,
It flew over her.
But she bowed
Above your bed.
Like in years past,
The river is whispering something.
And again like then
The stars shine in the darkness.
The waltz floats over mom.
And on the whole earth
There is no one happier than her.

1 presenter.

We treat with respect and gratitude people who reverently pronounce the name of their mother until they turn gray, protect her old age, and give her peace and joy.

In the town above the steepest
I know everyone inside out.
There's no better place for me -
My mother lives here!
I will come to her with failure -
We'll discuss everything until the morning,
And life will appear differently
In the light of her goodness.
I believe in my mother like a miracle,
There is no one dearer!
Whatever happens, wherever I will be,
Let's keep the good light!
My path does not go straight,
Sometimes I do the wrong thing...
Mom scolds her daughter
He will regret it like no one else.
Not the most holy mother,
Mom's life is illuminated
If anything I'm worth
Everything from mom - everything from her!
And when in the sea fog
The ships will sound the departure horn,
Then I’ll wave my hand to mom
Farewell at the gate.
I will repeat it like a spell,
Words to myself a hundred times:
“Mom, mom... Goodbye!
Golden, be alive!
News from beyond
Will put everything aside...
If only my mother wasn't sick,
She would live for a long, long time! (N. Rylenkov)

2 presenter.

How much warmth is hidden in the word that is used to call the closest, dearest and only person!

I love you mom
For what, I don’t know
Probably because
That I breathe and dream,
And I rejoice in the sun,
And on a bright day -
For this you I
I love you dear.
For the sky, for the wind,
For the air around...
I love you, mom
You are my best friend.
Without knowing any fatigue,
No rest, every hour
Day and night dear mother
Everyone is worried about us.
She lulled us, fed us,
She sang to us at the crib,
She taught us first
Kind, joyful words.
How many nights did she not sleep?
If suddenly we were sick.
How much did she cry?
In a little room, in the dark.
How twisted it is when we
Sad at times
How much joy does mom have?
If someone praises us.
How much torment she had with us,
And she doesn’t need awards,
Mothers dream of one thing -
About the love of your children. (M. Sirenko)

1 presenter.

Love for the Motherland begins with love for the mother. People do not respect the one who offends his mother, who has forgotten about her.

At night there is a hacking cough,
The old woman fell ill.
She has been in our apartment for many years
She lived alone in the room.
There were letters, but only very rarely
And then, without noticing us,
She kept walking and whispering:
“Children, you should get together with me at least once
Your mother bent, turned grey,
What can you do - old age has come.
How nice we would have been
Near this table.
You walked under this table,
Songs were sung until dawn.
And now they have separated and sailed away.
Go ahead and gather everyone.”
Mother fell ill, and that same night
The telegraph never tired of shouting:
“Children, urgently, only very urgently,
Come, my mother is sick!”
From Odessa, Tallinn, Igarka,
Postponing matters until time,
The children have gathered, but it’s just a pity
At the bedside, not at the table.
Stroked wrinkled hands,
Soft silver strand
Why did you give separation
How long will it take to stand in front of her?
Mother waited for you in the rain and snow
Sleepless nights are painful.
Should we wait for grief?
To come to your mother?
Is it really just telegrams?
Brought you to the fast trains?
Listen!
Who has a mother
Come to her without telegrams! (A. Dementiev)

The song “Our Mothers” sounds (lyrics by I. Shaferan, music by G. Kolmanovsky)

2 presenter.

We are in eternal, unpayable debt to our mother, whose love accompanies us all our lives. Therefore, we must and are obliged to tenderly love, respect, take care of her, and not cause pain to the mother with our words and actions. To thank her for her work and care for us, to be kind, sensitive, and responsive to her. Mother expects constant care, attention, cordiality, sympathy, and kind words from us.

Part 6. “We are eternally indebted to our mother.”

1 presenter.

The rapid pace of our time should not break the circle of responsibilities by which youth is connected with old age. Because side by side with the rapid flight of youth there are quiet times of old age with its loneliness, and often with pain and torment. And for us, young people, it will be of great benefit if we do not lose touch with a person who lived a hard life, there will be less callousness and selfishness in our relationships with people, including our mother.

Don't leave mothers alone
They grow old from loneliness.
Among worries, love and books
Don't forget to be kind to them.
To them your tenderness means the whole world.
Try to intercept at least for a moment
In your youth you are your own old age,
When there are no letters from children, no meetings,
And your closest friend is TV
To save my mother in this life,
Do we really need requests or visas?
No matter how the rush of events beckons you,
No matter how you attract me into your whirlpool,
Take care of your mother more than your eyes
From grievances, from hardships and worries. (R. Gamzatov)

2 presenter.

We bow to all women, mothers for your selfless love, kindness, for your hands, which do good and justice on earth, decorate life, fill it with meaning, make it happy.

Reader.
R. Gamzatov “Take care of mothers.”
I sing of what is eternally new.
And although I’m not singing a hymn at all,
But a word born in the soul
Finds its own music.
And, not obeying my will,
It rushes to the stars, it expands around...
Music of joy and pain
It thunders - the orchestra of my soul.
But when I say, like for the first time,
This word is Miracle. Word - Light -
Stand up, people! Fallen, alive!
Arise, children of our turbulent years!
Arise, pines of the centuries-old forest!
Stand up, straighten up, stalks of grass!
Stand up, all flowers! And stand up, mountains,
Lifting the sky on your shoulders!
Everyone stand up and listen while standing
Preserved in all its glory
This word is ancient, holy!
Straighten up! Stand up!...Stand up everyone!
As the forests rise with the new dawn,
Like blades of grass rushing upward towards the sun,
Stand up, everyone, when you hear this word,
Because in this word there is life.
This word is a call and a spell,
This word contains the soul of existence.
This is the first spark of consciousness,
Baby's first smile.
May this word always remain
And, breaking through any traffic jam,
Even in a heart of stone it will awaken
A reproach to a muted conscience.
This word will never deceive you,
There is a being hidden in it.
It is the source of everything. There is no end to it.
Get up! I pronounce it:
"Mother!" (R. Gamzatov)

Reader.
A down scarf, the light of a friend's smile,
Eyes that can forgive and understand
What is always in anxiety:
- Well, where are we and what are we?
This is how I remember my mother from childhood.
In times of trouble it will warm you up, cover you with itself,
Sometimes he scolds and forgets immediately...
Thank you, moms, thank you very much -
For everything you have done in life for us!
Thank you for your care and affection,
Behind good life that was given to the family,
For the first song, for the first fairy tale,
For years of anxiety, for nights without sleep.
Sometimes we notice you too late
Snow on the temples, cobwebs around the eyes...
Thank you, moms,
Thanks a lot -
For all,
What have you done in life for us! (I.Fink)

* 1. We bow to you, mothers, for your great maternal feat.
* 2. We bow to you, mothers, for your understanding, cordiality, patience, and care.
* 3. We bow to you for bringing light and warmth to children and people around us.
* 4. We bow to you for your great selfless work.
* 5. We bow to you - the soul of the family, the guardians of the family hearth.
* 6. We bow to you, who guard the peace and happiness of the human race. Peace to your home, your family, dear mothers.

All. We bow deeply to you, woman whose name is Mother!

III. Conclusion.

1 presenter.

And at the end of our evening, we say: What is family? Mother? What can it be compared to?

This is the firmament on which the sun always shines. The rays of this sun are mutual understanding, respect, love, friendship, joint affairs. And let's remember that everyone: both adults and children, want to live in a world of beauty, fantasy and creativity. And also that what our family is like, our Mothers are like this, our children are like this, our future will be like this, and Russia will be like this.

2 presenter.

And it is no coincidence that President V.V. Putin declared 2008 the Year of the Family. Remember, the main law of the family is to take care of each family member, and each member takes care of the whole family. You must firmly know this law, then your family, home, will be a place where you are loved, expected, understood and accepted for who you are, where it is warm and cozy.

The song “Let there always be a mother” plays

Natalya Belovol
Concert program“We will forever glorify that woman whose name is mother”

Concert program:

"We, whose name is mother»

Against the background of music "My Sweet and Tender Beast"

Leading: Good afternoon dear friends! There are words in this world that we call holy. And one of such holy, warm, affectionate words is the word "Mother". The word that a child says most often is the word "Mother". A word that makes an adult, gloomy person smile is also a word "Mother".

Leading: Because this word carries warmth - the warmth of a mother’s hands, a mother’s soul, a mother’s word. And what is more valuable and desirable for a person than the warmth and light of the eyes of a loved one?

Leading: Today, on this holiday - Mother's Day, the day of the dearest person - we call MOM! And congratulations to everyone women who had such a happy and difficult fate at the same time - to be a mother!

Hard work is teaching us how to live

And sow wise grain.

Be fair and love

Scold and cry at the same time.

More patience for you

And we wish you strength of spirit.

Success to the work you have started.

We congratulate you on the holiday!

Leading. What could be more sacred than the name of a mother! Its origins are in the popular consciousness, in Russian history and literature. The farmer presses a handful of the same dark earth to his parched lips, which brought a good harvest and pronounces: “Thank you, nurse- mother!»

Leading. A soldier, who received a shrapnel in the chest and fell to the ground, sends the last bullet to the enemy with a weakening hand. "Motherland- mother!»

Leading. All the most precious shrines are named and illuminated by the name of the mother, because the very concept of "life".

Leading. “Everything beautiful in a person comes from the rays of the sun and from mother’s milk. This is what fills us with love for life.” So said Alexey Maksimovich Gorky.

Leading: "We we will forever glorify that woman, whose name - mother", stated Musa Jalil.

Leading: So where does mom start?

Leading: And mom begins with this magical house!

Any trouble will fade away and disappear,

Like roaring thunder in spring,

If she is with you, if she is always near

Maybe she's thirty-three or 73

No matter how old she is, age has nothing to do with it how:

In anxiety, in business from dawn to dawn