Composition "Bayan". Nominated "Family Heirloom". A terrible story about the village from my grandfather "bayanist" Belozerov holiday my grandfather plays the button accordion
MKOU Ermolovskaya secondary school
397953, Voronezh region,
Liskinsky district,
from. Ermolovka,
st. School, 2
v. 61 - 1 - 47
Performed:
Yarkina Ekaterina Pavlovna,
7th grade student
Supervisor:
Shabanova Tatyana Dmitrievna,
Russian teacher and
literature.
In memory of my great-grandfather
Yarkin Pavel Yudaevich,
Deceased in September 1941
Near Smolensk
P o s i s h a y.
Accordion
It's three o'clock in the afternoon, and it's raining outside, fine, autumnal. I came home from school, drank hot tea and now I'm sitting in a cozy company on a warm veranda: my grandmother, grandfather and my sister Anya. We talk about household chores, school, laugh.
Bad weather the second day. A wide meadow is visible through the rain-stained windowpane. The sultry summer has gone, and the grass has turned green, tansy and snapdragons have blossomed, as if on the calendar not September, but May.
The rain has no end. Clouds all over the sky. And we feel good on the veranda: fun and dry!
Eh! - good-naturedly says grandfather, rising from a painted stool, and slowly goes into the room.
Behind the button accordion, - Anya says and smiles.
Everyone knows grandfather's habit: no matter how fun it is in a home or friendly circle, no matter how interesting the conversation is, grandfather will definitely play something. And sister Anya will sing. Or they will sing together, in two voices.
Grandfather returns with the button accordion, throws the strap over his shoulder, his fingers run over the buttons from top to bottom, and his face immediately changes. He squints the faded grey eyes, wrinkles around them are visibly smoothed out, and the veranda is filled with a melody familiar from childhood.
I watch how skillfully calloused grandfather's hands hold the large dark-red body of the button accordion, how quickly tanned fingers fly over the white buttons with gold rims ... The buttons of this button accordion still remember the hands of my forever twenty-seven-year-old great-grandfather ...
Bayan is a family heirloom. FROM early years I heard the story of his appearance in our house many times. It happened about seven years before the start of the Great Patriotic War. Bayan of the famous German brand "Weltmeister" was presented to my great-grandfather for his birthday by his uncle. At that time it was a very expensive gift. According to the recollections of great-grandmother Zoya, great-grandfather played the button accordion very well, and his favorite piece of music was the Danube Waves waltz.
Great-grandfather was barely twenty-seven years old when the Great Patriotic War began. Leaving for the front, he asked his wife Zoya to keep the button accordion. He said that he would definitely return.
Three months later, my great-grandfather died near Smolensk. Great-grandmother Zoya was left with two children: four-year-old Evdokia and ten-month-old Misha, my grandfather.
Grandfather is now sixty-nine years old. His love for playing the button accordion is hereditary. He, like his great-grandfather, is self-taught, plays by ear, without looking at the instrument. In his youth, grandfather was called “the first guy in the village” and was often invited to play at weddings not only by local residents, but also by people from neighboring villages. Good fame was about his skill.
… In May of this year on class hour dedicated to the 65th anniversary of the Victory in the Great Patriotic War, classroom teacher instructed me to read T. Belozerov's poem "Holiday". It's like it's written about our family. I learned it by heart right away. Here it is:
My grandfather plays the accordion
His eyes fog up.
And we are on an old sofa
We sit silently around him.
Grandmother and mother sigh
Father's eyebrows knitted
pink scar line
Visible along the grandfather's face.
And grandfather plays and plays,
Ringing medals on the chest ...
And the heart stops silently:
What's next?...
It seems to me that in the hero of this poem my grandfather and great-grandfather are combined in one person.
... And the rain keeps coming. Grandpa is playing. We sit quietly, and everyone thinks about his own ...
I am unlikely to be able to learn how to masterfully play the button accordion, but I must preserve the instrument and good memories of its owners. After all, remembering your ancestors is a sacred duty for everyone.
This incident was shared with me as a child by my grandfather, a man, by the way, who was very skeptical about everything paranormal and, in general, various scary stories.
From his youth, grandfather was the first guy in the village. He was never distinguished by enviable beauty, stateliness or prowess. He had something else, but no less important quality- Alexei (that's his name) masterfully played the button accordion. Not a single holiday passed without a grandfather and his instrument. At one time, because of this, he even began to drink too much - how do you refuse, when they pour it all the time - he even almost divorced his grandmother, but then fate straightened out, it worked out, so to speak.
Grandfather is still alive, although he hardly takes the button accordion in his hands. And this terrible story happened when he was thirty-five or so. It was then winter in the yard, not too fierce, but still not the warm weather that we now have in January. Grandfather was sitting at home when they knocked on his door. There were two guys in the doorway.
They were a little older in age, although they were strangely dressed - in warm sheepskin coats that were open - as if it were spring outside. Underneath them are inconspicuous work clothes. The strange thing was that, as it turned out, they were from the wedding and their harmonist fell ill. So they heard about grandfather's skill, so immediately to him.
The guys were not local, most likely from a neighboring village. So then decided the grandfather. It was about eight miles to get to it, not such a long way. Moreover, the street is no more than minus fifteen fifteen. Plus, they promised to pay with money, not vodka, as usual. Alex, of course, immediately agreed. He threw on his jacket, hung the button accordion over his shoulder, and they went out.
They headed, to the grandfather's surprise, not to the road, but through the field, to another part of the village, the most remote, where there were only a few houses. We passed them, then a field, a forest, a field again and approached the village. Alexey was surprised and remembered what kind of locality, wondered how he missed that they turned. The guys went into the first, largest house, grandfather followed them.
They were already walking with might and main, shouting, drinking. Grandfather looked at the bride, but almost cursed aloud. It was Olesya, a thirty-year-old spinster. She lived on the outskirts of their village, it was said that she was either a witch or crazy. But no one really bothered her. But it turns out how it is - and a merchant was found for such a product. Her fiancé, moreover, was prominent: healthy, swarthy, with curly hair, which stood out favorably against the background of his bride - pale, more than usual.
Grandfather brought vodka, snacks. He was surprised then. Everything looked so that the saliva flowed, and he ate a little white cucumber - as if he had eaten mold. Apparently, they were overexposed in the cellar. Well, he decided that he wouldn’t eat or drink, as expected - he would win back, he would receive money and go home. No sooner said than done. He took out a button accordion, but started a dance.
The guests seemed to be just waiting for this, everyone started dancing to the last. Even the groom made such knees that Alesya was amazed. “Dancing like hell,” I even thought to myself. Only the bride sat in her place and looked at everyone in embarrassment.
Grandfather played and played without stopping. Already the hands began to burn, the fingers were tired, unlike the guests, who did not even think of stopping. And then Alexei's cheek burned. Then another. He looks - in front of him is his neighbor, Mishka. Stands up and slaps him across the face. The grandfather looked around - he was sitting in the middle of the road. Ahead is the house of the same Olesya, who is on the outskirts, almost in the forest. So he is in his village? Can't understand anything.
Then he noticed that his hands were already so cold that he could hardly move them. He threw off the button accordion, began to rub them. Mishka gave his mittens to Alexei. Grandfather is watching, and a police motorcycle with a sidecar is behind the neighbor, a district police officer is driving them. They began to talk about what and how, why they ended up here. Grandpa told me everything.
The bear and the policeman are standing, looking at each other meaningfully all the time.
- And we are going, I hear, they play the button accordion, I understand that you are. I think what got here, out of the way. Do not remember Oleska.
- Do you mean remember? - Grandpa felt uneasy.
- So she passed away, she cut her veins. I found out from the forest when I was returning for Georgy Semenovich and ran, - he nodded at the district police officer. - It seems that Oleska did marry, but already for an unclean one. So you played them.
Grandfather said nothing, but his heart was rotten. For a few more days he walked, as if lowered into the water, thinking how much longer he could hold out in the cold, playing the button accordion. But then he slowly walked away. Grandmother, by the way, oddly enough, was only glad of this terrible story, because after that my grandfather completely stopped drinking at weddings. So they soul to soul and lived until he died four years ago. But that's another story…
Website "Mom can do anything!" collected the most interesting poems by May 9 for preschoolers. On the eve of Victory Day, kindergartens hold concerts and meetings with veterans. These verses will be very helpful. Their children will be able to tell the veterans, congratulate their great-grandparents. And also with their help, adults will be able to tell children about the great Victory Day, why May 9 is so important for us.
Victory Day
I’ll sit on my grandfather’s knees, whisper softly:
- Tell me, dear grandfather, and I will keep quiet!
I will listen to everything you want to tell me,
And I will not spin and interrupt!
I want to hear about the war, how you fought,
How did you save the banner in such a distant battle!
About your military friends, grandfather, tell me
And show the yellowed photo in the album!
He smiled at his grandfather's grandson and pressed him to his chest:
- I'll tell you about everything, of course, since I promised!
How we survived the war, how we went to death,
How many miles traveled in the mud and dust!
As an enemy with battles we drove from our native land
And they didn’t give away an span - they survived, they could!
And now we are celebrating Victory Day with you,
Only in the festive parade on command: "Into the ranks!"
(Natalya Maidanik)
Victory Day
May holiday -
Victory Day
The whole country celebrates.
Our grandfathers put on
Military orders.
The road calls them in the morning
To the parade.
And thoughtfully from the threshold
Grandmothers are watching after them.
(Belozerov T.)
Victory Day
We are celebrating Victory Day
He goes in colors, banners.
All the heroes we are today
We call by name.
We know it's not easy
He came to us - Victory Day.
This day has been conquered
Our dads, our grandfathers.
And so today
They put on orders.
We, going on holiday with them,
They sang a resounding song.
We dedicate this song
Our dads, our grandfathers.
Our beloved Motherland
Glory, glory on Victory Day!
(Abdulkhak Igebaev)
***
What holiday?
Fireworks in the sky
Fireworks here and there.
Congratulations to the whole country
Glorious veterans.
A blooming spring
Give them tulips
Gives white lilac.
What a glorious May day
(N. Ivanova)
At the parade
Rejoicing, celebrating the victory,
My city in the glow of color
And at the parade with my grandfather
We walk hand in hand.
Grandfather remembers how in dashing years,
For the Motherland, he was eager to fight.
As for life and freedom
His fellow countryman died.
How the Nazis burned our villages,
They wanted to burn the cities ...
And now grandfather is cheerful -
A terrible disaster has passed.
A bright star flashed
Behind her, others shone.
I will never forget,
How our grandfathers fought!
(Elena Ranneva)
***
Victory
front songs,
military awards,
red tulips,
Veterans Meetings
And fireworks in the sky
Huge as Victory.
great-grandmother
My great-grandmother is gray-haired,
So sweet, dear.
He plays with me, sips,
But she doesn't like to remember
How I fought in the war
Take a breath and say to me:
- Total dearer than the world and children!
And on Victory Day, at dawn,
He will get his orders,
She wipes away a tear with her hand.
Wearing festive attire
And with her we go to the parade!
She walks quietly
With a stick, back hurts.
Orders burn in the sun.
All veterans are honored by the country,
For defending Russia!
Proud of my great grandmother
Proud!
(Tatiana Petukhova)
What is Victory Day
What is Victory Day?
This is the morning parade:
Tanks and rockets are coming
Soldiers are marching.
What is Victory Day?
This is the fireworks display:
Fireworks take to the sky
Falling apart here and there.
What is Victory Day?
These are the songs at the table
These are speeches and conversations,
This is my grandfather's album.
These are fruits and sweets,
These are the scents of spring...
What is Victory Day
This means no war.
Salute
Hurry, get dressed!
Call the guys soon!
In honor of the Victory Day
The guns are firing.
Everything was quiet around
And suddenly - fireworks! Salute!
Rockets in the sky flashed
Both there and here!
over the square,
over rooftops,
Over festive Moscow
Soaring higher
Fire fountain alive!
To the street, to the street
Everyone runs happily
Shout "Hurrah"!
admiring
For the festive
Salute!
(Olga Vysotskaya)
Day of Remembrance
Day of Remembrance -
victory holiday,
Bear wreaths
live link,
Warmth of bouquets
different colors,
To not get lost
Connection with the past.
And the mournful plates are warmed
Flowers with the breath of the field.
Take it, soldier
Like a gift, all this
After all, it needs
US,
Alive.
old snapshot
Photograph on the wall
The memory of the war is in the house.
Dimkin's grandfather
On this photo:
With a machine gun near the pillbox,
bandaged hand,
Smiling slightly...
Here for only ten years
Older than Dimka
Dimkin's grandfather.
(S. Pivovarov)
On the radio
Letter I tried
Write without blots:
"Please do
Grandfather's gift ... "
Been on the road for a long time
Music hello.
But here comes
And my grandfather hugged me -
Came to him on a holiday
May 9
Favorite song of his
Front.
At the obelisk
Frozen ate in the guard,
The blue of the peaceful sky is clear.
Years go by. In an alarming roar
The war is far away.
But here, at the edges of the obelisk,
Bowing his head in silence
We hear the rumble of tanks close
And tearing the soul of the bombs gap.
We see them - soldiers of Russia,
That in that distant terrible hour
Paid with their lives
For happiness bright for us ...
Veteran's Tale
I guys are at war
Went into battle, burned in the fire.
Frozen in the trenches near Moscow,
But as you can see, it's alive.
Didn't have a right guys
I freeze in the snow
Drown on crossings
Give your home to the enemy.
I had to come to my mother,
Grow bread, mow grass.
On Victory Day with you
See the sky blue.
Remember all who in a bitter hour
He himself died, but saved the earth ...
I am speaking today
Here's what guys are about:
We must protect the motherland
Holy as a soldier! 
***
Nobody is forgotten
"No one is forgotten and nothing is forgotten" -
Burning inscription on a block of granite.
The wind plays with faded leaves
And the wreaths fall asleep with cold snow.
But, like a fire, at the foot is a carnation.
Nobody is forgotten and nothing is forgotten.
(A. Shamarin)
Grandpa's Friends
May ... Birds are chirping with might and main,
And the parade is going on in the capital.
Grandfathers walk in orders.
Congratulations on Victory Day!
Friends come to grandfather
Come on Victory Day.
I like to listen for a long time
Their songs and conversations.
Burning gold in the sun
military awards,
And enter the house
To our peaceful home
Front roads.
I sit silently next to you
But sometimes it seems
What am I looking into the scope,
That I'm getting ready for a fight.
Friends come to grandfather
Celebrate victory.
Less and less of them
But I believe
They will come again.
***
Grandpa's portrait
Grandma put on medals
And now she's beautiful!
She celebrates Victory Day
Remembering the great war.
Grandma's sad face.
On the table is a soldier's triangle.
Grandfather's letter from the front
It is very painful for her to read now.
We look at grandfather's portrait
And we shrug our hands with the brother:
- Well, what kind of grandfather is this?
He's still just a kid!
(V. Turov)
No war
Once the children went to sleep -
The windows are all blacked out.
And woke up at dawn -
There is light in the windows - and there is no war!
Can't say goodbye anymore
And do not see off to the front -
Will return from the front
We will wait for the heroes.
Overgrown with grass trenches
On the sites of past battles.
Every year is good
Hundreds of cities will rise.
And in good times
You remember and I remember
As from enemy hordes of fierce
We cleaned up the edges.
Let's remember everything: how we were friends,
How we put out fires
Like our porch
Drinking steamed milk
gray with dust,
Tired fighter.
Let's not forget those heroes
What lie in the damp earth,
Giving life on the battlefield
For the people, for you and me...
Glory to our generals
Glory to our admirals
And ordinary soldiers -
On foot, swimming, horseback,
Tired, hardened!
Glory to the fallen and the living -
I thank them from the bottom of my heart!
(S. Mikhalkov)
Eternal flame
Above the grave, in a quiet park
The tulips are in full bloom.
The fire is always burning here
Here the Soviet soldier sleeps.
We bowed low
At the foot of the obelisk
Our wreath blossomed on it
Hot, fiery fire.
Soldiers defended the world
They gave their lives for us.
Let's keep in our hearts
Bright memory of them!
Like a continuation of the life of a soldier
Under the stars of a peaceful state
Flowers on military graves are burning
Wreaths of unfading glory.
Salute to Victory
Salute and glory to the anniversary
Forever memorable day!
Salute to the Victory in Berlin
Fire trampled down the power of fire!
Salute her big and small
Creators who walked the same path,
Her fighters and generals,
Heroes fallen and alive
Salute!
obelisks
There are obelisks in Russia,
On them are the names of the soldiers ...
My peers are boys
They lie under the obelisks.
And to them, hushed in sorrow,
Flowers bring field
The girls who have been waiting for them
Now they are completely gray.
(A. Ternovsky)
dead and alive
The dead -
Be permanently on duty
They live in street names and epics.
Their exploits holy beauty
Will display the artists in the paintings.
Alive -
Heroes to honor, not to forget,
Keep their names in immortal lists,
To remind everyone of their courage
And lay flowers at the foot of the obelisks!
Need peace
Everyone needs peace and friendship,
Peace is the most important thing in the world
On a land where there is no war
Children sleep peacefully at night.
Where the guns don't roar
The sun shines brightly in the sky.
We need peace for all children.
We need world peace!
Let there be peace!
Let the machine guns not scribble
And the formidable guns are silent,
Let there be no smoke in the sky
Let the sky be blue
Let the bombers over it
They don't fly to anyone.
People, cities don't die...
Peace is always needed on earth!
Victory Day
Victory Day May 9 -
Holiday of peace in the country and spring.
On this day, we remember the soldiers
Those who did not return to their families from the war.
On this holiday we honor grandfathers,
Defended their native country
Giving people victory
And who returned peace and spring to us!
(N. Tomilina)
Who was at war
My daughter once turned to me:
- Dad, tell me, who was in the war?
- Grandfather Lenya - a military pilot -
He flew a combat aircraft in the sky.
Grandpa Zhenya was a paratrooper.
He did not like to remember the war
And answered my questions:
“The fights were very tough.
Grandmother Sonya worked as a doctor,
Saved the lives of soldiers under fire.
Great-grandfather Alyosha in cold winter
Fought with enemies near Moscow itself.
Great-grandfather Arkady died in the war.
All served the Motherland completely.
Many people did not return from the war.
It is easier to answer who was not on it.
What is Victory Day
What is Victory Day?
This is the morning parade:
Tanks and rockets are coming
Soldiers are marching.
What is Victory Day?
This is the fireworks display:
Fireworks take to the sky
Falling apart here and there.
What is Victory Day?
These are the songs at the table
These are speeches and conversations,
This is my grandfather's album.
These are fruits and sweets,
These are the scents of spring...
What is Victory Day
This means no war.
Congratulations to grandfather
Happy Victory Day.
It's even good
That he wasn't on it.
Was then as I am now
Vertically challenged.
Though he did not see the enemy -
Just hated!
He worked like a big
For a loaf of bread
Victory Day is approaching
Even though he wasn't a fighter.
Steadily endured all the hardships,
Paying for childhood
To live and grow in the world
His grandson is wonderful.
So that in prosperity and love
Enjoyed life
So that I do not see the war,
My grandfather saved the Fatherland.
Medals
Veteran - seasoned fighter
Seen a lot in my life.
He is brave in battle
Defended my country!
On Victory Day sparkled
On his chest are medals.
On his chest are medals!
My sister and I counted them.
Let the children do not know the war
I have not seen the war, but I know
How hard it was for the people
And hunger, and cold, and horror -
They had to experience everything.
Let them live peacefully on the planet
Let the children do not know the war
Let the bright sun shine!
We friendly family should be!
Let the sun shine on the Earth!
Victory Day is a holiday for the whole country!
Both adults and children celebrate.
So that there is no war in the world,
The man of the Earth is responsible for everything.
Let the sun smile at dawn
And joy will spill into every home.
Let the children of the planet have fun.
And the blue sky will be clear.
Even though we are a small people.
We are ready to build peace on Earth.
To save the planet from adversity,
We will throw off the shackles of war from her.
To hear children's laughter in the spring,
In the blue embrace of the ether
We need to live together as one family,
To try all the peoples of the world.
(Galina Rukosueva)
Heroes of Victory - thank you!
THANK YOU HEROES,
THANKS SOLDIERS,
What the WORLD gave,
Then - in the forty-fifth!
You are blood and sweat
Got VICTORY.
You were young
Now - already grandfathers.
We THIS VICTORY -
We will never forget!
May the PEACEFUL sun
Shines on all people!
May happiness and joy
Live on the planet!
After all, the world is very necessary -
Both adults and children!
Grandpa
Grandpa is with me today.
He is my big hero.
I touch medals
and orders by hand -
They gave that one near Kursk,
And the order is near Moscow.
One risk per fight
Marked grandfather near Pskov.
I read proudly:
"For the capture of Berlin!"...
Today is Victory Day
I will hug my grandfather
I will listen to conversations
About a terrible war.
(Anatoly Mokhorev)
Let there be peace
How tired of the wars in the world,
Soldiers and small children are dying,
The earth groans when the shells burst,
Mothers are crying and battalion commanders are crying.
I want to shout: "People, wait,
Stop the war, live with dignity,
Nature is dying and the planet is dying,
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War is pain, it's death, it's tears,
There are tulips and roses on the mass graves.
Over the world for some time dashing,
Where war rules, there is no rest for anyone.
I call you, we all need it,
Let there be peace on earth, there will be friendship,
May the radiant sun shine on all of us,
And wars - NEVER and ANYWHERE happen!!!
(Olga Maslova, St. Petersburg)
I'm alive! In place of the arms, legs!
I eat well and sleep regularly!
I am your descendant, I am one of many
My dears, I love you!
Here we are sometimes offended by our lives,
Problems, debts - an unplowed field!
None of us have seen
What fell, then to your lot!
We know books, films about victory,
Historians' words are slurred!
Conversations with my grandfather are closer to my heart,
Piercing through the facts to the heels!
That's where the trouble is! That's where the steel will!
Here is the pain of loss, from edge to edge!
They shed rivers of blood for us,
Breaking the way for us on a bright path!
I remember you grandfather, even though you are not with us,
And the wound is still fresh in my heart!
I firmly believe that all of you have become angels,
Your memory is eternal! Family veterans...
Even then we were not in the world
Even then we were not in the world,
When fireworks rumbled from end to end.
Soldiers, you gave the planet
Great May, victorious May!
When in a military storm of fire,
Deciding the fate of future centuries,
You fought a holy battle!
Even then we were not in the world,
When you came home with Victory.
Soldiers of May, glory to you forever
From all the earth, from all the earth!
Thank you soldiers
For life, for childhood and spring,
For the silence
For a peaceful home
For the world we live in!
