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"Сол Ұлы жылдарға бас иеміз..."

13.05.2019

    Each time has its own music, its own songs. It takes time-forgotten songs, and they are replaced by other music and other songs. Everything is forgotten, but not the songs of the war years, which lived many years ago and continue to live until now. Probably there is not a single person who does not know about a blue handkerchief or a dark night, and Katyusha, who became the Anthem of the winner, is known to all far beyond our country. Today, on the sunlit Playground of the school yard, in the improvised open-air concert hall, our invited guests, veterans of pedagogical work, together with the students of the school, remembered the songs familiar from their youth. Once again we remembered those terrible years of bloody war. Paying tribute to all those who at the cost of their lives, became the Winner and gave us the opportunity to live free in our native land. We must always remember this, we must not forget it! A striking unforgettable performance was the choreography "let us Bow to the Great years..."performed by students of 3 a class. Literary sketches of students in 9 and 11 a class left no one indifferent. Listening to poems, our guests, thoughtfully looked at the students, and in their memory floated pictures of childhood, youth. And each of them recalled their experiences, their memories associated with the war... We are fortunate to live in a free and peaceful country. And today, we say over and over again, "Thank you!"and do not forget the incredible feat of our great-grandfathers, grandfathers and fathers!

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