Grandma put on the medals and is now so beautiful. Poems for Victory Day (May 9). Boy from the village of Popovki

Victory Day May 9 –
A 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 our grandfathers,
Defending their native country,
To those who gave Victory to the peoples
And who returned peace and spring to us!
(N. Tomilina)

2. May. Russia

May.
Russia.
Spring is blooming.
The war died down long ago.
And today at the mass graves
Let us remember those who saved our lives.

3. What kind of holiday?

There are festive fireworks in the sky,
Fireworks here and there.
The whole country congratulates
Glorious veterans.
And the blooming spring
Gives them tulips
Gives white lilac.
What a glorious day in May?
(N. Ivanova)

4. May holiday

May holiday –
Victory Day
The whole country celebrates.
Our grandfathers put on
Military orders.

The road calls them in the morning
To the ceremonial parade.
And thoughtfully from the threshold
The grandmothers look after them.
(T. Belozerov)

5. Obelisks

There are obelisks in Russia,
They have the names of soldiers...
My boys the same age
They lie under the obelisks.
And to them, silent in sadness,
Flowers come from the field
The girls who were waiting for them so much
Now they are completely gray.
(A. Ternovsky)

6. Old photo

Photograph on the wall -
There are memories of the war in the house.
Dimkin's grandfather
On this photo:
With a machine gun near the pillbox,
Hand bandaged
Smiles slightly...

Here for just ten years
Older than Dimka
Dimkin's grandfather.
(S. Pivovarov)

7. At the obelisk

The spruce froze on guard,
The blue of the peaceful sky is clear.
Years go by. In an alarming hum
The war is far away.

But here, at the edges of the obelisk,
Bowing my head in silence,
We hear the roar of tanks close
And a soul-tearing explosion of bombs.

We see them - Russian soldiers,
That in that distant terrible hour
They paid with their lives
For bright happiness for us...

8. On the radio

Letter I tried
Write without blots:
"Please do
A gift for grandfather..."

Been on the road for a long time
Musical hello.

But here he comes
And my grandfather hugged me -
Came to see him on holiday
9th May
His favorite song
Frontline.
(S. Pivovarov)

9. What is Victory Day

What is Victory Day?
This is the morning parade:
Tanks and missiles are coming,
A line of soldiers is marching.

What is Victory Day?
This is a festive fireworks display:
Fireworks fly into the sky
Scattering here and there.

What is Victory Day?
These are songs at the table,
These are speeches and conversations,
This is my grandfather's album.

These are fruits and sweets,
These are the smells of spring...
What is Victory Day -
This means no war.
(A. Usachev)

10. Let children not know war

I haven't seen the war, but I know
How difficult it was for the people
And hunger, and cold, and horror -
They got to experience everything.

Let them live peacefully on the planet,
Let children not know war,
Let the bright sun shine!
We friendly family there must be!

11. Medals

A veteran is a seasoned fighter,
I've seen a lot in my life.
He is brave in battle
Defended his country!

On Victory Day they sparkled
There are medals on his chest.
There are medals on his chest!
My sister and I counted them.

12. Dead and alive

To the dead -
Be constantly on duty
They live in street names and epics.
Their exploits are holy beauty
Artists will display it in paintings.
Alive –
To honor heroes, not to forget,
Keep their names in immortal lists,
Remind everyone of their courage
And lay flowers at the foot of the obelisks!

13. Grandfather's friends

May... The birds are chirping with might and main,
And the parade is going on in the capital.
Grandfathers wear orders.
Happy Victory Day!

Friends come to grandpa
They come on Victory Day.
I like to listen for a long time
Their songs and conversations.

Burning gold in the sun
Military awards,
And they enter the house
To our peaceful home,
Front roads.

I sit silently next to you,
But sometimes it seems
Why am I looking through the sights?
That I'm preparing for a fight.

Friends come to grandpa
Celebrate the Victory.
There are fewer and fewer of them
But I believe:
They will come again.

14. Grandfather's story

Yesterday Grandfather Zhenya told me:
The partisan detachment was surrounded.
They have eighteen grenades left,
One pistol and one machine gun.

There are more and more dead soldiers in the squad,
The fascists are squeezing the ring ever tighter, -
They are behind the bushes, they are behind the stones.
And my grandfather shouted: “The Motherland is with us!”

And everyone ran towards the enemy,
And they started throwing grenades as they ran.
Everyone fought bravely, forgetting about death, -
And so, they managed to make a breakthrough.

They went through the forest through the swamp:
And then my grandfather was awarded a medal.
(A. Paroshin)

15. Holiday morning

9th May!
Delight and pain!
Congratulate you
Happy Victory Day, please!
Lilac, cherry, apple trees
Sprayed color.
To everyone who fought,
Thankful for that.

Happy morning -
A wonderful gift!
They reflected
There are blows at the front.
From land, from sea, from sky
We drove away the enemy.
Everyone remembers their ancestors
Light, road.

Let it be for a minute
All speech will be silent...
And in memory of them
Candles are lit.

16. Victory Day

On the glorious holiday - Victory Day,
I hasten to congratulate my grandfather.
He is a brave warrior,
Defended his country!

At 20 years old - a seasoned soldier,
He saw a lot of grief.
He fought his way from the Volga.
The path was difficult, scary, long.

Stalingrad, Moscow, Warsaw...
For courage - Order of Glory.
So many titles and medals
Believe me, you haven't met!

Grandfather told a little
About the war and about the bombing.
How they ate porridge in the trenches,
And they turned gray before their time.

He was wounded and had a cold,
He went on the attack and was shell-shocked.
And in the traveling medical battalion
Met Baba Katya.

Both she and her grandfather were lucky:
We celebrated Victory together.
And now in blooming May
We celebrate the holiday together.

Let there be peace on the planet!
Happiness to adults
Happiness to the children!
(T. Lavrova)

17. Veteran

It gives me pain in my back,
That's how my heart is acting up.
Hold on! You are a grandfather with gray hair,
And he's a boy at heart.

The last fight has long cooled down
In the ruins of the Reichstag,
And the honor of a fighter is always with you,
Your oath is with you.

Live, soldier, while you're alive,
Don't get cold on the march.
Salute to you, our private!
Hurray for you, our marshal!

18. Congratulations to grandfather on May 9

Congratulations grandpa
Happy Victory Day.
It's even good
That he wasn't there.

Was then as I am now,
Vertically challenged.
Although he did not see the enemy -
I just hated it!

He worked like a big man
For a handful of bread,
The day of Victory was approaching,
Even though he was not a fighter.

Steadfastly endured all hardships,
Paying with childhood
To live and grow in peace
His grandson is wonderful.

So that in abundance and love
Enjoyed life
So that I don't see the war,
My grandfather saved the Fatherland.

19. Grandfather's portrait

Grandmother put on the medals
And now she’s so beautiful!
She celebrates Victory Day
Remembering the great war.
Grandma's face is sad.
There is a soldier's triangle on the table.
Grandfather's letter from the front
Even now it is very painful for her to read.
We look at grandfather's portrait
And we shake hands with my brother:
- Well, what kind of grandfather is this?
He's still just a boy!
(V. Turov)

20. Military orders

The dawns sparkle in the order's rays,
Sunshine
Glowing
Medals.
No you can not,
So that in desks
The Light of Victory was locked for a year.
The country is not for your personal glory
She gave out awards without sparing:
Take out the cup of the order,
The world becomes brighter from them.
(L. Sorokin)

21. Monument in Berlin

It was in May, at dawn,
The battle intensified near the walls of the Reichstag.
I noticed a German girl
Our soldier on the dusty pavement.

She stood at the pillar, trembling,
IN blue eyes fear froze.
And pieces of whistling metal
Death and torment were sown all around.

Then he remembered how, saying goodbye in the summer,
He kissed his daughter
Maybe this girl's father
His own daughter was shot...

But now, in Berlin, under fire,
The fighter crawled and, shielding him with his body,
girl in short dress white
He carefully took it out of the fire.

How many children have their childhood restored?
They gave joy and spring.
Privates of the Soviet Army,
People who won the war!

And in Berlin on a holiday
Was erected to stand for centuries,
Monument to the Soviet soldier
With a girl saved in her arms.

22. Salute

Thundering outside the windows
Firework -
The lights bloom in bouquets.
Flashing
In my room
Colorful reflections
Lights.

On the wall -
Grandfather's portrait.
He's comfortable here
Twenty years.
Belt, cap,
Orders.
Severe look
From grandfather:
It's not over yet
War
And Victory is far away.
But before her
He didn’t live long -
Near Kursk
Grandfather is smitten...

Thundering outside the windows
Firework -
Lights in bouquets
Blooming.
And illuminates
Bright light
On the wall
Grandfather's portrait.
(V. Orlov)

23. We celebrate Victory Day

We celebrate Victory Day,
He comes with flowers and banners.
We are all heroes today
We call by name.
We know: it’s not at all easy
He came to us - Victory Day.
This day has been conquered
Our dads, our grandfathers.
And that's why today
They put on medals.
We, going to the holiday with them,
They sang a sonorous song.
We dedicate this song
To our dads, our grandfathers.
To our beloved Motherland
Glory, glory on Victory Day!
(Abdulhak Igebaev)

24. Let there be peace

Let the machine guns not fire,
And the menacing guns are silent,
Let there be no smoke in the sky,
May the sky be blue

Let the bombers run over it
They don't fly to anyone
People and cities don't die...
Peace is always needed on earth!

25. Thanks Everyone

Thanks to everyone who gave their lives,
For dear Rus', for freedom,
Who forgot fear and fought,
Serving my beloved people.

Thank you,
Your feat is eternal,
While my country is alive,
You are in our souls,
In our heart
We will never forget the heroes!

26. Glory to our generals

Glory to our generals
And to ordinary soldiers.
Glory to the fallen and the living,
Thank you to them from the bottom of my heart!
Let's not forget those heroes
What lies in the damp ground,
Giving my life on the battlefield
For the people, for you and me!
(S. Mikhalkov)

27. Peace

No, the word "peace" will hardly remain,
When there will be wars people will not know.
After all, what was previously called the world,
Everyone will just call it life.

And only children, experts on the past,
Having fun playing war,
Having run around, they will remember this word,
With whom they died in the old days.

28. Hurry, quickly get dressed!

Hurry, hurry, get dressed!
Call the guys quickly!
In honor of Victory Day
The guns are firing.

Everything was quiet around
And suddenly - fireworks! Firework!
Rockets burst into flames in the sky
Both there and here!

Above the square
Over the rooftops
Above festive Moscow
Soaring higher and higher
The fountain of lights is alive!

To the street, to the street
Everyone is running happily
They shout "Hurray"!
Admiring
For the holiday
Firework!

29. Let the days of war drag on for a very long time

Let the days of war drag on for a very long time,
Let the peaceful years rush by quickly.
Victories near Moscow, near Kursk and on the Volga
History will remember forever.
May you now be fathers and grandfathers,
The whiskey was silvered with gray hair.
You will never forget the spring of Victory,
The day the war ended.
Even though many are out of action today,
We remember everything that was done then
And we promise our homeland
Save for business, peace and labor.
(Alexey Surkov)

30. Imagine for a moment that there is a war outside the window

Imagine for a moment that there is a war outside the window,
That the sky is hidden under a black veil,
The land is dead from tears and blood,
Life was shattered by a grenade fragment.

Imagine all the pain of suffering and loss
On faces doomed by terrible news.
When yesterday it was a clear day,
On proms songs sounded.

In an instant life turned upside down,
The war has come, damn it!
Imagine what an unthinkable feature
Dividing everything irrevocably into “before” and “after”.

Just imagine for a moment
In the tears of my beloved, the kiss of a soldier,
Under that terrible deadly roar,
And the cry of the soul from damned hopelessness.

Imagine...No way, never!
And even in nightmare let him not dream.
Bow to all those who defeated the enemy,
Giving us a chance to enjoy a peaceful life!
(sent by Elya Solnechnaya, 2016)

Victory Day

T. Belozerov

May holiday -
Victory Day
The whole country celebrates.
Our grandfathers put on
Military orders.

The road calls them in the morning
To the ceremonial parade.
And thoughtfully from the threshold
The grandmothers look after them.

What kind of holiday?

N. Ivanova

There are festive fireworks in the sky,
Fireworks here and there.
The whole country congratulates
Glorious veterans.

And the blooming spring
Gives them tulips
Gives white lilac.
What a glorious day in May?

Victory Day

N. Tomilina

Victory Day May 9 –
A 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 our grandfathers,
Defending their native country,
To those who gave Victory to the peoples
And who returned peace and spring to us!

Obelisks

A. Ternovsky

Old photo

S. Pivovarov

Photograph on the wall -
There are memories of the war in the house.
Dimkin's grandfather
On this photo:
With a machine gun near the pillbox,
Hand bandaged
Smiles slightly...

Here for just ten years
Older than Dimka
Dimkin's grandfather.

We need peace

Everyone needs peace and friendship,
Peace is more important than anything in the world,
On a land where there is no war,
The children sleep peacefully at night.
Where the guns don't thunder,
The sun is shining brightly in the sky.
We need peace for all the guys.
We need peace on the entire planet!

Let there be peace!

Let the machine guns not fire,
And the menacing guns are silent,
Let there be no smoke in the sky,
May the sky be blue
Let the bombers run over it
They don't fly to anyone
People and cities don’t die...
Peace is always needed on earth!

On the radio

S. Pivovarov

Letter I tried
Write without blots:
"Please do
A gift for grandfather..."

Been on the road for a long time
Musical hello.

But here he comes
And my grandfather hugged me -
Came to see him on holiday
9th May
His favorite song
Frontline.

No one is forgotten

A. Shamarin

“No one is forgotten and nothing is forgotten” -
Burning inscription on a block of granite.

The wind plays with faded leaves
And the wreaths are covered with cold snow.

But, like fire, at the foot there is a carnation.
No one is forgotten and nothing is forgotten.

Firework

They gasped loudly in the distance
Peaceful anti-aircraft guns,
And they rushed off the ground
Golden threads.

They flew, they flowed
Side, behind, next to,
Clicking dryly, they blossomed
Celestial garden.

Flowers are falling,
They fall on the roof...
...Dad, honey, it's you,
I hear your voice!

Victory Day

N. Maidanik

Victory Day is a bright holiday,
I'm so happy for him
Because together with my grandfather
I'm going to the parade!

I want to be in the military ranks
Walk with him
Red Victory Banner
Carry with him!

Let my grandfather know for sure -
I'll be in line
I can protect like him
Your homeland!

Bow to the soldier

G. Basheev

There are only a few of you boys left,
In the hands of those clutching a machine gun.
And death mercilessly writes, writes
The tablets contain the names of the soldiers.

But our children are on the asphalt
Drawing with chalk in the yard
And they say they sing without falsehood
In our Russian language!

And, congratulating you on Victory Day,
I will smile at the sun for everyone.
Who walked, standing up under a barrage of fire,
I bow low at their feet!

***

Alexey Surkov

Let the days of war drag on for a very long time,
Let the peaceful years rush by quickly.
Victories near Moscow, near Kursk and on the Volga
History will remember forever.

May you now be fathers and grandfathers,
The whiskey was silvered with gray hair.
You will never forget the spring of Victory,
The day the war ended.

Even though many are out of action today,
We remember everything that was done then
And we promise our homeland
Save for business, peace and labor.

***

A. Bezymensky

The country was blooming. But the enemy is around the corner
He carried out a raid and went to war against us.
At that terrible hour,
Becoming a wall of steel,
All the youth took up arms,
To defend our native Fatherland.

Celebration of the Great Victory!

Tanya Larina

Celebration of the Great Victory!
A holiday for the entire Russian land!
Our great-grandfathers and grandfathers,
No wonder they died in the war!

Russia was saved for us,
Having given descendants an important lesson,
So that we love the country,
No matter how cruel the world is!

We are on the ninth of May,
We will lay flowers on the graves.
To those who give their lives,
I wanted you to live freely!

Ninth of May

Ekaterina Shelygina

The ninth of May is a priceless date,
On this day a terrible evil was defeated!
Innocent, brave soldiers died,
May we be lucky to live in peacetime.

Day of remembrance, eternal respectful sorrow -
And life, Victory, wonderful spring!
Respectful words at the soldiers' tombstones -
And common joy for the whole country!

Victory Day

Olga Fursova

Victory Day is a holiday that shines
Peaceful sky above our heads,
It brings everyone back to the past,
On the day when peace came to the country!

Let there always be a victorious parade,
Under such a proud sound of all orders,
Will not disappear in memory without a trace
A day of deliverance from all enemies!

Happy Victory Day

Olga Fursova

Happy Victory Day, happy holiday of courage,
Happy holiday of the absence of war,
Victory flags have already been raised,
A free country has pride!

I congratulate you on this Day,
Life is now surrounded by beauty,
We bow to all the veterans for this,
Thanks to them for our peace

Express yourself today without hesitation,
They didn’t hesitate to save us,
Let's be silent for a minute without a doubt
For the heroes who died along the way!

Great Victory Day

Olga Fursova

All over the country on the great Victory Day
A bright, festive parade takes place,
About the 45th on this day of conversation
They are ringing solemnly from all sides!

Great Heroes defended
Peace and quiet in the country, having given my life,
They gave everyone the happiness of living in freedom,
The right path, then immediately choosing!

Happy Victory Day, veterans

Kolesnik Olga

Happy Victory Day! Veterans
You can't hold back the tears in your eyes!
How many are these tears?
They can tell people!

About bombings, about injuries,
About dugouts, about enemies,
And about torture, and about mines,
About unfulfilled dreams!

And about how it spilled
The blood of loved ones and friends,
About unmarked graves
Among the extinct steppes!

Happy Victory Day, veterans!
Thank you for everything!
Let your sadness and tears
The wind of wanderings will carry you away!

Let children not know war

I haven't seen the war, but I know
How difficult it was for the people
And hunger, and cold, and horror -
They got to experience everything.

Let them live peacefully on the planet,
Let children not know war,
Let the bright sun shine!
We should be a friendly family!

Happy Victory Day

Ekaterina Shelygina

Happy Victory Day, bright and sad,
Let it warm you up in spring!
Today we celebrate salvation
From enslavement to terrible evil!

Right to freedom and security
They were able to give us heroes!
Our gratitude is endless,
Bow to them all the way to the ground!

Victory Day

Tatyana Moroz

The month of May is sweeping across the planet,
And he greets us together with the holidays!
We love these days for the sunshine,
And for the opportunity to see the sunrise!

Today is a great day - Victory Day!
Our grandfathers gave it to us.
And we have treasured this day since childhood,
We remember him, we love him, we honor him!

Dear veterans

Dear veterans!
The world sends its bow to you,
And on all meridians
They honor your front-line feat.

On this bright day in Russia
Try not to be sad.
Heads up, dear ones,
May God grant you some more life!

Grandfather's portrait

V. Turov

Grandmother put on the medals
And now she’s so beautiful!
She celebrates Victory Day
Remembering the great war.
Grandma's face is sad.

Grandfather's letter from the front

World

No, the word “peace” will hardly remain,
When there will be wars people will not know.
After all, what was previously called the world,
Everyone will just call it life.

And only children, experts on the past,
Having fun playing war,
Having run around, they will remember this word,
With whom they died in the old days.

Dead and alive

Grandfather's portrait

V. Turov

Military orders

L. Sorokin

Victory Day!

T. Marshalova

Victory Day is a spring holiday,
The day of defeat of a cruel war,
The day of defeat of violence and evil,
Day of the resurrection of love and goodness.

Memories of those who
I set a goal so that from now on this day
It became a symbol of all the efforts of people -
Raising children in peace and happiness.

Salute to Victory

Salute and glory to the anniversary
Forever a memorable day!
Salute to Victory in Berlin
The power of fire has been trampled by fire!
Salute to her big and small
To the creators who walked the same path,
To her soldiers and generals,
To the heroes fallen and alive,
Firework!

Thanks everyone

D. Rybakov

Thanks to everyone who gave their lives,
For dear Rus', for freedom,
Who forgot fear and fought,
Serving my beloved people.

Thank you,
Your feat is eternal,
While my country is alive,
You are in our souls,
In our heart
We will never forget the heroes!

***

M. Isakovsky

We are not here because of the date,
Like an evil fragment, the memory burns in the chest.
To the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier
Come on holidays and weekdays.
he protected you on the battlefield,
He fell without taking a step back,
And this hero has a name -
The Great Army is a simple soldier.

A jubilant May has opened up for us...

The jubilant May has opened for us
All hearts for love unspeakable.
May Day has just passed,
The long-awaited Victory Day has arrived.

We honor the winners.
In front of a gray, thinning column
We part, give flowers,
We look at the heroes with admiration.

“Congratulations! - we shout to them. - Hooray!"
But the old people walk silently.
They don't need loud fame,
And our heartfelt “thank you.”

Forgive us

May.
Russia.
Spring is all around.
The war died down long ago.
How many of you lie in your graves,
Forever young soldiers,
Overshadowing the whole world with themselves.
We are all in the bustle of the earth
We remember you so rarely.
Expensive,
Forgive us...

We celebrate Victory Day

Abdulkhak Igebaev

Happy Victory Day

Olga Teplyakova

The years are flying by. And more than half a century
It has already passed since that great war.
The fighting has subsided. In a man's thoughts
Now we are just waiting for spring.

Congratulations on the ninth of May
Both veterans and their descendants.
May the joy of victories never leave you,
Giving you a reason for the exploits of others!

Ninth of May

Tanya Larina

On the ninth of May, on the Victory Day,
I wish you goodness and love!
All wars and troubles will soon be forgotten,
But keep in your memory:

Those ancient exploits of our soldiers,
Whose blood was shed for the fatherland?
Now they lie in a mass grave,
Under the weight of marble slabs.

Let us bow to them and take a moment of silence,
We will say thank you for everything!
And we’ll promise to fight the same way,
If the enemy raises the sword again!

Victory

Olga Teplyakova

Today, as once in forty-five,
The words “victory”, “peace” and “May” are heard
And the brave soldiers march,
Without being distracted even by chance.

The bride cherry blossoms again,
Welcoming the fighters like for the first time...
And the veterans don’t find a place,
Stealthily wiping tears from my eyes.

Victory Day

Olga Teplyakova

The war is over. The overcoat is gathering dust
In the farthest corner there is a dressing table.
Let the war never happen again,
The sad letter will not come.

Your youth in these battles
It's been a long time since he lost his young grandfather.
He will greet Victory Day with trepidation,
After all, there were no more important victories!

Ninth of May

Yulia Timofeeva

The ninth of May is a day of sadness and happiness,
The people are proud of the imperishable victory.
There are fewer and fewer veterans
Who will come to the square on the anniversary day...

Fireworks, parades, laying flowers -
All this is for them: both the living and the dead.
And thousands of grateful words and thoughts -
For them, like heroes, they won the war.

Victory Day

Ekaterina Shelygina

Victory Day - beautiful and mournful,
It inspires and gives sadness.
We worked hard for this day
Those who have had it don’t even feel sorry for life!

A day to glorify heroes with dignity,
Thank you to all veterans,
And at the same time - to congratulate yourself
With a chance to live so peacefully and happily!

In this article I have made a selection for you poems for children about war. Read poems to children, they should know about the exploits of those who were affected by that terrible war and to whom they should be grateful for the peaceful sky above their heads.

Poems for children about war.

Conversation with grandson

S. Marshak

I called my grandson from the yard
To an open window:
What are you playing?
Into the submarine war!

To war? Why do you need war?
Listen, commander:
The peoples do not need war.
Play better in the world.

He left after hearing the answer.
Then he came again
And quietly asks: Grandfather,
But how to play in the world?

Catching the news that in the morning
Broadcasted
I thought: it's time to stop
Play with war so that the children
I learned to play in the world!

Victory Day

A. Igebaev

Victory Day

T. Belozerov

May holiday -
Victory Day
The whole country celebrates.
Our grandfathers put on
Military orders.
The road calls them in the morning
To the ceremonial parade.
And thoughtfully from the threshold
Grandmothers look after them

Boy from the village of Popovki

Among the snowdrifts and funnels
In a village destroyed to the ground,
The child stands with his eyes closed -
The last citizen of the village.
Scared white kitten
A fragment of a stove and pipe -
And that's all that survived
From my former life and hut.
White-headed Petya is standing
And cries like an old man without tears,
He lived in the world for three years,
And what I learned and endured.
In his presence they burned down his hut,
They drove mom away from the yard,
And in a hastily dug grave
The murdered sister lies.
Don't let go of your rifle, soldier,
Until you take revenge on the enemy
For the blood shed in Popovka,
And for the child in the snow.

What is Victory Day

What is Victory Day?

This is the morning parade:

Tanks and missiles are coming,

A line of soldiers is marching.

What is Victory Day?

This is a festive fireworks display:

Fireworks fly into the sky

Scattering here and there.

What is Victory Day?

These are songs at the table,

These are speeches and conversations,

This is my grandfather's album.

These are fruits and sweets,

These are the smells of spring...

What is Victory Day -

This means no war

Day of Remembrance

Day of Remembrance -

Victory holiday,

Carrying wreaths

Living ligature,

Warmth of bouquets

Different colors,

So as not to get lost

Connection with the past.

And the mournful slabs are warmed

Flowers with the breath of the field.

Accept it, fighter,

It's all like a gift

After all, this is necessary

AT THE OBELISK

The spruce froze on guard,

The blue of the peaceful sky is clear.

Years go by. In an alarming hum

The war is far away.

But here, at the edges of the obelisk,

Bowing my head in silence,

And a soul-tearing explosion of bombs.

We see them - Russian soldiers,

That in that distant terrible hour

They paid with their lives

For bright happiness for us..

Grandfather's portrait

(V. Turov)

Grandmother put on the medals

And now she’s so beautiful!

She celebrates Victory Day

Remembering the great war.

Grandma's face is sad.

There is a soldier's triangle on the table.

We look at grandfather's portrait

And we shake hands with my brother:

Well, what kind of grandfather is this?

He's still just a boy!

ETERNAL FLAME

Above the grave, in a quiet park

The tulips bloomed brightly.

The fire is always burning here,

A Soviet soldier is sleeping here.

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 it in our hearts

Bright memory of them!

Like a continuation of the life of a soldier

Under the stars of a peaceful power

Flowers burn on military graves

Wreaths of unfading glory.

Who was in the war

My daughter once turned to me:

Dad, tell me, who was in the war?

Grandfather Lenya - military pilot -

There was a combat aircraft flying in the sky.

Grandfather Zhenya was a paratrooper.

He didn't like to remember the war

And he answered my questions:

The battles were very difficult.

Grandma Sonya worked as a doctor,

She saved the lives of soldiers under fire.

Great-grandfather Alyosha in cold winter

He fought with enemies near Moscow itself.

Great-grandfather Arkady died in the war.

Everyone served their homeland well.

Many people did not return from the war.

It's easier to answer who wasn't there.

We are celebrating Victory Day.

A. Igebaev

We celebrate Victory Day,

He comes with flowers and banners.

We are all heroes today

We call by name.

We know: it’s not at all easy

He came to us - Victory Day.

This day has been conquered

Our dads, our grandfathers.

And that's why today

They put on medals.

We, going to the holiday with them,

They sang a sonorous song.

We dedicate this song

To our dads, our grandfathers.

To our beloved Motherland

Glory, glory on Victory Day!

AT THE OBELISK

The spruce froze on guard,

The blue of the peaceful sky is clear.

Years go by. In an alarming hum

The war is far away.

But here, at the edges of the obelisk,

Bowing my head in silence,

We hear the roar of tanks close

And a soul-tearing explosion of bombs.

We see them - Russian soldiers,

That in that distant terrible hour

They paid with their lives

For bright happiness for us...

WE NEED PEACE

Everyone needs peace and friendship,

Peace is more important than anything in the world,

On a land where there is no war,

The children sleep peacefully at night.

Where the guns don't thunder,

The sun is shining brightly in the sky.

We need peace for all the guys.

We need peace on the entire planet!

Victory

My great grandfather

Told me about the war.

How they fought in a tank,

Burnt in fire

Lost friends

Defending the country.

Victory has come

In the year forty-five!

Evening sky

Victory fireworks.

Russian soldiers

Our sleep is protected.

I will grow up -

I'll tell my children

Like their great-grandfathers

Defended the country!

WAR

Alert

Over the country:

The enemy has crept up

Like a thief by night.

Coming to our cities

Black horde of fascists.

But we will throw away the enemy this way,

Our hatred is so strong

What are the dates of the current attacks

The people will be glorified for centuries.

SASHKO

My father joins the partisans...

Saying goodbye to your father is not easy.

And then, shedding tears,

Barefoot Sashko is running.

He runs, clutching the stirrup,

Clinging to the horse's mane. -

And I'm a partisan! With everyone!

I'm strong, take me!

Severe and sad pain

The father's heart aches: -

Where can I take you? For a short time?

To death? To fight to the end?

There is no limit to children's grief...

The father leaned in the saddle:

It’s not a matter of grasping at the desire,

You better scout around the village.

And here's a pomegranate in your hands,

Now you are ready for anything;

And here's a pomegranate in your hands,

And let me hug you.

The partisans disappeared into the distance.

Now my father is far away.

Calm, dry-eyed

Standing on the road is Sashko.

Sashko notes: at the hut,

Where is the yard overgrown with grass?

Fascist soldiers are walking,

The fascist stands sentinel.

There are officers from the headquarters...

In a minute Sashko is on the porch!

There is childish courage in the heart,

Determination on a child's face.

I saw partisans in the forest,

I was walking along the edge of the forest yesterday,

I saw with my own eyes

Someone was sitting by the fire!

There's a cold grenade in my bosom,

Smooth cold metal.

A boy stands in the middle of a hut,

He calculated everything well

Slow, long, detailed

He continues the story...

Enough! - they shout at him angrily.

Where are the partisans now?

No longer hiding hatred

Sashko straightens up,

There are partisans here! Here!

A grenade was thrown quickly

In those six at the table;

A grenade was thrown quickly

Death came to them as retribution.

Sashko! Barefoot boy!

You shouldn't live in a quiet village,

Don't run on a warm road.

You lie calm and strict,

Greatness on a child's brow.

Terrible and furious revenge

Children yearn for hearts...

Sashko! Barefoot boy!

We will take revenge until the end

For the city, torn by battle,

For your peaceful home,

For the young heart of a hero,

Killed in mortal combat.

PARTIZAN TANA

(Tenth grade student)

There is mortal peace on your face.

We won't remember you like this

We will remember you with your dark complexion,

A brave girl with the heart of a fighter.

You were recently a student

I was waiting for my friends at the porch.

The Nazis beat and tortured

They drove us out into the cold barefoot.

The hands were twisted with ropes.

The interrogation lasted for five hours.

There are scars and abrasions on your face,

But silence is the answer to the enemy...

Wooden platform with crossbar,

You are standing barefoot in the snow.

No, gray-haired collective farmers do not cry,

Wiping my eyes with my hands,

It's just from the cold, in the air

Above the silence of a frosty day:

I'm not afraid to die, comrades,

I am proud that I will die with victory.

There is mortal peace on your face,

This is not how we will remember you!

NATASHA

The postman passes by

And it’s not our door that’s knocking.

The postman passes by

We are not waiting for him now.

He goes around all the apartments,

All the neighboring houses

We're only in our fourth month

No postcard, no letter.

Everyone receives letters from the front...

I have a friend.

He was yesterday before class

He gave me two letters to read.

Our teacher from the tankman

I received a letter yesterday.

But he doesn’t write to us from the front

Our older sister.

But today at dawn

Suddenly the neighbors wake us up

And they read to us in the newspaper the Printed Decree.

It is written there, in the decree,

Who will receive the orders?

My sister Natasha is there.

Maybe it's not her?..

The neighbors say to my mother:

Well, of course, your daughter.

There can be no mistake here

And the last name is exactly the same.

Mom reads aloud:

- “In March, on the first day,

A young nurse saved twenty wounded people.”

Mom is crying for some reason

The younger brother shouts: “Hurray!”

Well done sister Natasha,

Our big sister!

Suddenly I see the postman.

I shout to him out the window:

Are you not in the fifth apartment?

There have been no letters for a long time!

Mom comes out to answer the call,

She opens the door herself.

The postman gives it to her immediately

Three letters from Natasha.

Sociologists know: a big war affects more than just one generation - waves of demographic “failures” are noticeable over another two or three generations. Among the poetic generations, the influence of war is not as well explored, but it is undeniable. This is also evident from this selection of different Russian poets of different generations.

Yuri Smirnov

Shells

Lieutenant Alexander Churin,

Artillery platoon commander

At fifteen thirty seven

Nineteenth of July

One thousand nine hundred and forty-two

I remembered God.

And asked him for a box of shells

To the only one he has left

Forty-five millimeter.

God entered into a discussion with the lieutenant,

I remembered his speeches at political classes,

Mockery of Grandma Frosya,

Denied a miracle

He called him a red-bellied adder and threw him away.

Then Komsomol member Alexander Churin,

Exactly at fifteen forty-two,

I turned to the devil with a proposal

Exchange your soul for a box of shells.

The devil was having fun with the shooter at that moment

In one of the three tanks,

Crawling towards the Churin gun,

And, for obvious reasons,

Appealing to fair play and the laws of war,

However, he promised in the near future

Worry about Churin at your work.

It was ridiculous and there was nowhere to retreat.

The lieutenant ordered the grenades to be prepared,

But at this moment in the platoon's position

The archangel materialized.

With a box of shells under his arm.

And he also fixed it together with the red-haired Grishka

Second gun. Helped guide.

They beat them like quails over stubble.

The lieutenant wiped himself with his black fingers.

Thank you, God - Churin prayed,

That you heard me

That I forgave the idiot...

Reinforcements arrived - a rifle company.

The Archangel stitched up the foreman's stomach,

Barely holding back vomiting.

The dusty infantry gaped.

Someone was baptized

Someone was spitting, not believing their eyes,

And the gray-haired corporal laughed,

And he repeated - Well, they give it! Well, damn it, artillery!

Leonid Filatov

I can't believe it, damn it,

That you and I survived

How spring makes us stagger,

How terribly we got sick

It can be seen in this war, my friend,

We have lost our hearing and sight,

And like a new and evil disease

Recovery scares us

We look charred

On branches boiling with color

After so many war years

This May scorches the eyelids

Like the sick - to the healthy,

How shy - impudently,

So we envy the flower,

What blossomed at the gate, impudent...

We are standing in the middle of spring,

For which they died

Respected and boring

Like living memorials.

They've gotten out of the habit of us, apparently.

Birds, women and trees,

We have to start again

Gain their trust

Victor Turov

Grandfather's portrait

Grandmother put on the medals

And now she’s so beautiful!

She celebrates Victory Day

Remembering the great war.

Grandma's face is sad.

There is a soldier's triangle on the table.

We look at grandfather's portrait

And we shake hands with my brother:

Well, what kind of grandfather is this?

He's still just a boy!

Robert Rozhdestvensky

Ballad of anti-aircraft gunners

How to see behind the days

Is the trail unclear?

I want to bring you closer to my heart

this trail...

On battery

were entirely -

girls.

And the eldest was

eighteen years.

Dashing bangs

over the cunning squint,

bravura contempt for war...

That morning

the tanks are out

straight to Khimki.

The same ones.

With crosses on the armor.

And the eldest

really getting old

as if shielding himself from a nightmare with his hand,

commanded subtly:

Battery!

(Oh mommy!..

girls.

They wailed to their heart's content.

Ostensibly

all the woman's pain

in these girls

suddenly responded.

The sky was spinning -

There was wind

scalding hot.

Epic cry

hung over the battlefield,

he was heard louder than the explosions,

this cry!

lingering -

the earth listened

stopping at the death line.

Oh, mommy!..

Oh, I'm scared!..

Oh, mom!.. -

Battery! -

in front of them

in the middle of the globe

to the left of the nameless hillock

unbelievably hot

four black

tank fires.

The echo echoed over the fields,

the battle was bleeding slowly...

The anti-aircraft gunners screamed

and they shot

smearing tears down my cheeks.

And they fell.

And they rose again.

For the first time defending in reality

and your honor

(literally!).

And the Motherland.

And Moscow.

Spring springy branches.

Solemnity

wedding table.

Unheard:

"You are mine - forever!.."

Unsaid:

"Iwaited for you…"

And my husband's lips.

And his palms.

Funny mumbling

And then to scream

in the maternity ward

"Oh, mommy!

Oh, mom, I'm scared!!"

And a swallow.

And rain over Arbat.

And the feeling

complete silence...

...It came to them later.

In forty-five.

Of course, to those

who came himself

Yulia Drunina

Two evenings

We stood by the Moscow River,

The warm wind rustled her dress.

For some reason, suddenly out of hand

You looked at me strangely -

This is how they sometimes look at strangers.

He looked and smiled at me:

Well, what kind of soldier are you?

How were you really during the war?

Did you really sleep in the snow?

Having a machine gun installed in your heads?

You see, I just can't

Let me imagine you in boots!..

I remembered another evening:

Mortars were fired and snow was falling.

And he told me quietly dear,

A person similar to you:

Here we lie and freeze in the snow,

As if they never lived in cities...

I can't imagine you

In high heels!..

Bulat Okudzhava

Song about infantry

Sorry to the infantry,

that she can be so unreasonable:

we always leave

when spring rages over the Earth.

And the wrong step

up the shaky stairs

there is no salvation.

Only white willows

how the white sisters look after you.

Don't trust the weather

when it rains for a long time.

Don't trust the infantry

when she sings brave songs.

Don't believe it, don't believe it

when the nightingales cry in the gardens:

in life and death

their scores are not yet over.

Time has taught us:

live like a camper, open the door...

Comrade man,

and yet your share is tempting:

you've been on a hike all your life,

and only one thing breaks you from sleep:

where are we going?

when spring is raging behind you?

David Samoilov

I was having a dream. And in this difficult dream

My father, barefoot, stood in front of me.

And he cried. And he spoke to me:

My dear son! What happened to you!

He cursed our century, war, fate.

And he demanded retribution for me.

And I humbly told him:

Father, they are not to blame for anything.

And I saw it. And I understood doubly

How will I stand in front of you

With the same anger and with the same pain...

My dear son! See me in your dreams!..

Nikolay Glazkov

I was gullible and young

Has led me astray

Twenty second of June -

A very bad day.

Life is drowned in events,

Common to the whole country

And never forget them -

The first minutes of the war!…

Sergey Mikhalkov

Children's shoe

Listed in the column

With pure German precision,

It was in the warehouse

Among adult and children's shoes.

His book number:

"Three thousand two hundred and nine."

"Children's shoes. Worn.

Right shoe. With a patch..."

Who repaired it? Where?

In Melitopol? In Krakow? In Vienna?

Who wore it? Vladek?

Or the Russian girl Zhenya?..

How did he get here, into this warehouse?

Damn on this list

Under serial number

"Three thousand two hundred and nine"?

Wasn't there another one?

There are roads in the whole world,

Except the one by which

These baby feet have arrived

To this terrible place

Where they hung, burned and tortured,

And then in cold blood

Were the clothes of the dead counted?

Here in all languages

They tried to pray for salvation:

Czechs, Greeks, Jews,

French, Austrians, Belgians.

The earth has absorbed here

The smell of decay and spilled blood

Hundreds of thousands of people

Different nations and different classes...

The hour of reckoning has come!

Executioners and murderers - on your knees!

The judgment of nations is coming

Following the bloody trail of crimes.

Among hundreds of clues -

This children's boot has a patch.

Taken from the victim by Hitler

Three thousand two hundred and nine.

Sergey Mikhalkov

ten year old man

Criss-cross white stripes

On the windows of shrunken huts.

Native thin birch trees

They look anxiously at the sunset.

And the dog on the warm ashes,

Covered in ash up to the eyes.

He's been looking for someone all day

And he doesn’t find it in the villages.

Throwing on a tattered zipper,

Through the gardens, without roads,

The boy is in a hurry, in a hurry

In the sun, due east.

No one on a long journey

Didn't dress him warmer

Nobody hugged me at the door

And I didn’t look after him,

In an unheated, broken bathhouse,

Passing the night like an animal,

How long has he been breathing

I couldn’t warm my cold hands!

But never on his cheek

No tears paved the way,

Must be too much at once

His eyes saw it.

Having seen everything, ready for anything,

Falling chest-deep into the snow,

He ran to his fair-haired

Ten year old man.

He knew that somewhere nearby,

Perhaps, behind that mountain,

Him as a friend on a dark evening

The Russian sentry will call out.

And he, clinging to his overcoat,

Will tell you everything you looked at

His childish eyes.

We consider the Great Holiday of May 9 to be sacred because Victory Day is a holiday of liberation from the fascist invaders of our homeland. A celebration with tears in our eyes. It was and will always be so, because “no one is forgotten and nothing is forgotten”! In the post-war years and in our time, many poems were written about the great Victory Day, but we tried to collect the most touching and suitable for children preschool age And kindergarten. They are well remembered and easy to learn. These poems are also suitable for those children who want to please their front-line heroes - grandfathers or grandmothers. The poems collected here for Victory Day are perfect for children younger age, so parents can simply read them at home to introduce kids to our great history of victory over fascism, so that children know its heroes...

Poems about Victory for primary school children

Very beautiful and touching poems about Victory for preschool children. These poems are short and very easy to remember.

Victory Day

Victory Day! Victory Day!
We are all going to the parade.
Victory Day! Victory Day!
We carry red flags.

Victory Day! Victory Day!
The whole country is celebrating!
Victory Day! Victory Day!
After all, she is the only one we have!

We carry flags with flowers
On the most peaceful day of the year.
You never know, kids.
About war and trouble!

Veteran's Tale

Guys, I'm at war
I went into battle and was on fire.
Morz in the trenches near Moscow,
But, as you can see, he’s alive.
Guys, I had no right
I'll freeze in the snow
Drowning at the crossings
Give your home to the enemy.
I should have come to my mother,
Grow bread, mow grass.
On Victory Day with you
See the blue sky.
Remember everyone who is in a bitter hour
He himself died, but saved the earth...
I'm giving a speech today
Here's what it's about, guys:
We must protect our homeland
Holy as a soldier!

White birch

I remember that a birch tree was wounded
A bomb fragment at dawn.
The icy juice ran like tears,
On mutilated bark.

Behind the forest the guns roared,
Powder smoke billowed.
But we defended the capital,
They saved a birch tree near Moscow.

And early in the spring
White birch again
Dressed in new leaves
And she began to decorate the earth.

And from then on, to all threats
We always say:
Native Russian birch
We won't give you any more offense.

Victory Day

Happy Victory Day! This festival
Gives pain in the heart:
We remember all those who died,
We praise everyone who went forward.

Who fought for the Motherland,
Without sparing life, strength,
So that over your native country
Peace reigned again.

Let's keep this gift
Given to us at the cost of life,
To be discouraging
Evil enemies are coming to us.

I wish everyone on Victory Day
Long life without war,
Be worthy sons
Our grandfathers and the country.

What kind of holiday?

There are festive fireworks in the sky,
Fireworks here and there.
The whole country congratulates
Glorious veterans.

And the blooming spring
Gives them tulips
Gives white lilac.
What a glorious day in May?

The longest day of the year

The longest day of the year
With its cloudless weather
He gave us a common misfortune
For everyone, for all four years.
She made such a mark
And laid so many on the ground,
That twenty years and thirty years
The living cannot believe that they are alive.
And to the dead, having straightened the ticket,
Everyone is coming, someone close to you,
And time adds to the lists
Someone else who is not there...
And he puts up, puts up obelisks.

I say “thank you” to my grandfather

I say “thank you” to my grandfather
Thank you from the bottom of my heart
For the Fatherland, for Victory,
For courage in that battle!

In forty-fifth this holiday
Became great for all of us.
With pain in our hearts we remember
We are still talking about war!

Veterans! Congratulations,
This is a holiday for the whole country!
Your holiday is May 9!
Our pride is you!

Grandfather's portrait

Eternal flame

Above the grave, in a quiet park
The tulips bloomed brightly.
The fire is always burning here,
A Soviet soldier is sleeping here.

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 it in our hearts
Bright memory of them!

Like a continuation of the life of a soldier
Under the stars of a peaceful power
Flowers burn on military graves
Wreaths of unfading glory.

Victory Day

Victory Day is a bright holiday,
I'm so happy for him
Because together with my grandfather
I'm going to the parade!

I want to be in the military ranks
Walk with him
Red Victory Banner
Carry with him!

Let my grandfather know -
I'll be in line
I can protect like him
Your homeland!

What is Victory Day?

What is Victory Day?
This is the morning parade:
Tanks and missiles are coming,
A line of soldiers is marching.

What is Victory Day?
This is a festive fireworks display:
Fireworks fly into the sky
Scattering here and there.

What is Victory Day?
These are songs at the table,
These are speeches and conversations,
This is my grandfather's album.

These are fruits and sweets,
These are the smells of spring...
What is Victory Day -
This means no war.

Victory

My great grandfather
Told me about the war.
How they fought in a tank,
Burnt in fire
Lost friends
Defending the country.
Victory has come
In the year forty-five!

Evening sky
Victory fireworks.
Russian soldiers
Our sleep is protected.
I will grow up -
I'll tell my children
Like their great-grandfathers
Defended the country!

Short poems for Victory Day for kindergarten

Here we have posted short poems for Victory Day that even small children of kindergarten age can learn.

Victory Day is coming

Victory Day is coming -
Everyone goes to the parade.
And today everyone is happy
And today everyone is happy.

Because this is a holiday
He gave peace to the people.
And beloved Fatherland
Protected from fascism!

On the radio

Letter I tried
Write without blots:
"Please do
A gift for grandfather..."

Been on the road for a long time
Musical hello.

But here he comes
And my grandfather hugged me -
Came to see him on holiday
9th May
His favorite song
Frontline.

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 ceremonial parade.
And thoughtfully from the threshold
The grandmothers look after them.

No one 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 are covered with cold snow.

But, like fire, at the foot there is a carnation.
No one is forgotten and nothing is forgotten.

Let there be peace!

At the cinema

I watched a film about the war,
And I was very scared.
Shells were exploding, the battle was thundering,
And people died.
And my grandfather was sitting next to me,
And there are medals on the chest.
For being together with the country
He broke the evil force...
I stroke the medals with my hand
And I kiss my grandfather.

There was a war

There was a war
And people died.
And the soldier went for the Motherland.
He fought
And he was brave.
And he beat the fascists all in a row.
And so he reached Berlin.
He fought for four years.
So I'm talking about grandma's dad
Everyone on Victory Day
Told.

To our grandparents

To our grandparents
I had to fight
Not at desks to study,
And hold a gun in your hands,
On Victory Day we will remember everyone,
Who fought in the war
Let us congratulate those who are alive,
Well, many are not with us,
We won't forget anyone
We will thank them
For their courage and strength,
For the opportunity to live in peace!

Happy Victory Day

Happy Victory Day!
Let goodness reign.
The feat of our grandfathers
We have not forgotten.
Glorious veterans
We thank,
On this holiday the main
Let's give them honor!

Congratulations to grandfather on Victory Day

Congratulations to grandfather on Victory Day.
It's even good that he wasn't there.
I was then, like I am now, short in stature.
Even though he didn’t see the enemy, he simply hated him!
He worked like a big man. For a handful of bread,
The day of Victory was approaching, even though I was not a fighter.
He bravely endured all the hardships, paying with his childhood,
So that his grandson lives and grows wonderfully in the world.
So that you enjoy life in abundance and love,
So that I don't see the war. My grandfather saved the Fatherland!