Boys like to play in the war

August 12, 2017 17:51 | Miscellaneous About Parenting

boys love to play in the war.When assembled together, among them certainly will be found "Red Commander".And someone has to become a "blue" or simply "the enemy."The point, in fact, not to sound words - in value.After all, the guys are always divided into two camps.One group - "our".Other according to the rules of the game should be, so to speak, on the other side of the barricades.And everybody understands that the "enemy" is waiting for the defeat, banners him sooner or later, "our" thrown to the ground ...

A different war boys do not play.They have, no matter what age we take, everything looks like a great life.Required two warring factions.That's just no one wants to be provided in the second ranks, not "our" side.So here is most often determined by the guys "creaking", and sometimes the formation of the front, "blue" is accompanied by a frank roar.Note, by the way, and the important detail that the system is often credited with the weakest, smallest, negolosistye.-Track - in other words, those who

can not fend for themselves, to fight back.

As for "our", there is, as you know, is always in order.Among them wants to be a ...

Such is boys.While, however, these unwritten rules visible and something else, very serious, if you approach familiar to us infantile diversions from positions of high social relevance.In children, as it itself has developed in the course of games invisible to the eye, but in fact perfectly functioning mechanism of understanding that to be in the ranks of "our" - means to fight for a just cause, for good, for justice, for the homeland, finally.

guys, though, do not operate with such lofty matters, even can not think about them.But they already everything is clear.Therefore there is no release of those who wish to join the ranks of "our".

And what about the others, "hostile" camp?It was then, and often do not have enough adult, the parent word to solve any doubt boyish, extinguish dissatisfaction of children who had the role of "blue".Our support, approval in such cases contribute to the preservation of the necessary items for the game and conditions, but the main thing - to help lay, to form in the still very young soul civics and patriotism.

That's just what words best perceive our boys?

answer to this question is not easy, because the ready-made recipes for all occasions, of course, is not found.They simply do not have.Rather, we must be able to feel the heart of a parent, which is especially in tune in any given moment the mood of the child, to cause him the greatest response.Without the awakening of our pedagogical observation, intuition, culture can hardly expect to succeed in raising their children.

seventeen years ago the publishing house "Knowledge" has published a book A. Berezina "Are we always right?".At the heart of this interesting work is concerned with the problems of psychological contact between older and younger family.At the end of the book the author shares his thoughts on the ways, means allowing to achieve good results in the formation of patriotic feelings, views of the child.

A. Berezin recalls found her little son playing in the war: color - paper forage cap, made in the school to the Victory Day, two children's pistol, a sword hanging on a broad soldier's belt.Victor focused, very grown-up and prepare yourself for battle gear.Looking at the serious face of the boy, the mother suddenly realizes that to a pain native, still a little man under the influence of some inner force capable now really going "to war" and to fight there for as long as the atonement for our holy land from all enemies.

A sound heart is disturbing song in the room.The soft, thoughtful voice Mark Bernes aching sadness fills every cell of the soul.

Enemies have burnt native hut, ruined his family.Where to go to the soldier, Who carry their grief ..

Watching the baby, the mother pleasantly surprised: where it, of seven, as a keen sense of the motherland?And although it is only child's play, but it is interesting from a psychological point of view!The child got into the spirit of the songs of the war years, he realized that the soldier duty - to defend the homeland, to take revenge on the enemies, find the strength to continue the struggle and when, it seems, you are literally flooded with despair ...

Let us also ponder, where doesour biggest, the brightest, the great feeling - love for the motherland?They say that a person is born with it.But why do some people feel it more, others - less?And are we entitled to rely only on the innate instinct of the child?We believe that is unlikely.Is it possible to remain indifferent to what will be tomorrow, today's boys and girls, our children?Which books read?What ideals will call them forward?Nadezhda Krupskaya wrote Muromsky work: "Good, we guys are growing, but many have yet to care for them, to grow out of their conscious people who are able to pursue the case for which fought a lifetime Lenin, for which he will fight our whole party... »

Yes, patriotism awakens us from the cradle.Motherland begins "with the songs that we sang the mother."The development of this feeling in the soul of a child can not let things slide, you need to continuously monitor, guide him.

Who knows how beneficial trip for kids!In front of them is expanding the world, before the limited urban apartment, street or lost somewhere in the forest, among fields.The eyes of the child open spaces of country - towns, villages, rivers, he knows the history of those places where it is brought by adults.And at the same time and the history of the whole country, because everything is connected and there is no corner, which would not be affected breathing time, breathing events committed in the Soviet Union.

There is an island on Lake Pskov.Its width - only some two hundred - three hundred meters, length - two or three kilometers.This brought Peter Ivanovich Mataev his grandson.They left the little steamer, moored next to the fishing boats, and strode down the long street that ran from one end of the village to another.Island reminded Van rocking boat on the waves: the nose sharply elevated above the water feed low omitted.At the water darkened large boulders.Along the way, many people hailed grandfather respectfully asked about Moscow, where he was now living Petro, consulted about his personal affairs, were happy the meeting.And are familiar with his grandson, who had seen the first time.Fishermen have promised to take Vanyusha on fishing.

On this island began grandfather homeland.Not only because Peter Ivanovich was born here.It has built a veteran Soviet power here in February 1918 left to fight for it with white at Pskov.

evening grandfather told the boy in the house where they were staying, spent his childhood barefoot.Father went to work for a long time in Peter's mother worked as a loader.Many hardships fell on its share until the children have grown up.In winter, when the blizzard howled outside the window, I felt as though everything around was covered with snow.White Desert stretched for many miles around.In the autumn storms raged - not weaker sea.The huts smoldering torch, kerosene lamps, dim lighting shops yes oven.The children - from Mataeva were four of them - often went to bed hungry.

Vanya virtually all addressed the hearing.And when Peter Ivanovich led him to visit the neighbors, she asked to see the torch or oil lamp.But in spacious houses brightly burning electricity, light blue TV screens - just like in Moscow.

whole day walking along the shore, near the large smooth stones that are trying to get into Vanya.Petro asked him to remember the beauty of these places.

- Grandpa, let's climb up the cliff, - pulled by the arm grandson.

High climbed the earthen path.Happy Vanya's eyes shone with pride, if able to climb up here, so strong.And Peter Ivanovich again says:

- Look how beautiful!What is the distance in front of us!Look to the neighboring island of ten kilometers, no less.From the lake do not take his eyes.

- Yes, beautiful - agrees Vanya.- Well, let's go up ...

still more worried about the boy slide, he decided to overcome.Amazing views of mother nature is a little touch of it.In this age still probably is not available understanding of the beauty, there is no feeling that the whole earth is revealed before him.

Peter Ivanovich, however, not complacent, he wants grandson even now, as a child, and considered all loved the island on Lake Pskov.After all, love of mother nature - an integral, essential part of the general patriotic spirit, love to the Motherland.This is one of the foundations, columns, which develops in the young soul of patriotism.It is not easy to awaken the child's enthusiasm for his native land.Some matured and inspire me: all these flowers, grass, blue - is nonsense, they say, unnecessary lyrics.

On the highest point of the island Vanya still stood in awe before opened its boundless expanse.He went to the monument, which he still in Moscow, said the grandfather.Five infantry, entangled in a fishing net, soared into the sky.Beneath them lay anchor.At the highest blinked, like a beacon, red star, visible from afar fishermen.

Then Peter Ivanovich gave her grandson to the museum.Its exhibits tell of the life of fishermen before the revolution, their struggle for Soviet power, the heroes of the red.Especially struck Vanya is a portrait of his grandfather.

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Perhaps such forces capture the emotions of the child, when a TV screen or a photo man looking at him in a museum to which he was accustomed to at home.There is a psychological twist.Quite suddenly appear in other native people.How many remember myself, a six-year Vanya and his younger brother Peter almost daily communicated with Peter Ivanovich - for them a grandfather, adoring grandchildren, ready to give them any expensive toy, despite angry objections of the mother.General Mataev dreamed that the grandchildren will go on his way, so the house was filled with toy machine guns, aircraft models, tanks.And suddenly - a portrait ...

evening, before bedtime, Vanya asked as Petro became the military.It turns out that even when my grandfather king sent a soldier in the First World War.After being wounded, doctors at the hospital near the Pskov long treated his leg.When the rumor spread that the Germans are coming, all those who could walk, left the hospital.With the crutch in the hands of soldiers stumbled to the shore.From there, the Countryman has forwarded it to Talabinsky island where Peter Ivanovich first met and became friends with those who are preparing a revolution, and then created a Red Guard, defended the Soviet regime.Their leader Ian Zalit teacher, Estonian, whose portrait hung in the museum, too.

- And then?- Fiddling with the silent grandfather grandson.

- Then I'll tell you in the morning.

boy fell asleep.But almost from the first light again zatormoshil Pyotr:

- And then what happened?

is seen as a children's brains - alive to perceive what tell.Tale Do you hear a true story, is going through, as if he takes part in the events.

Ivan did not take his eyes off my grandfather, did not break a single word, a gesture.Like personally I watched the stormy night came to shore ships Whites, .uvezli five Bolshevik members of the Revolutionary Committee.Brutally tortured drenched with his four comrades, the enemy threw them into the lake.Later, the island was named after Jan drenched.And Peter Mataev fought in the civil, fought near Pskov, he studied at the Academy.

Petro wanted to perpetuate the memory of the fallen revolutionaries.And they built a farm on the island of the obelisk.Now the lighthouse shines not only fishermen - many children

the island showing the way, learn to serve the motherland, be courageous, self-sacrificing.

... In the aviation garrison sounded collection signal.A moment later, the doors of the houses ran pilots, navigators, technicians, buttoning on track jackets, pulling helmets.Big collection - means it is necessary to quickly, as required by military regulations, be at the airport.The boys with envy looked after.The very life of the garrison called to their romantic exploits and military service.Hurrying along with all the grandson of Peter Ivanovich Mataeva, Senior Lieutenant Ivan Simonov raced on a motorcycle on a gray belt highway to the aircraft.She remembered him at this moment the island, his grandfather, a beacon that lit up his life.

So what it does composed patriotic education that combines a sense of love for the motherland?Of course, this love for mother nature, to the native land, where you were born, grew up, which is a particle.This love for his people, and more specifically children's thinking - to some people.This is the feeling that without native land you can not live, only here your place and your whole activity is directed to the good of the land that gave you life, for the benefit of the motherland.On the other hand, patriotism implies, of course, a deep hatred for those who encroach on your land, to the enemies of the Motherland, to any oppressors, finally, to all the cynics for whom the concept of "Homeland" - an empty phrase.

you naturally interested in: how did the family to inculcate the feeling of a child?Ways, in our opinion, there are many.One of them could be the one about which we have just described: to take and go with the son or grandson of a distant island, forever entered into the depths of the heart.Or, say, skip a day or two in the village, where all your road been laid ... Or, ..

mother drove her son to Brest.It was the eve of May 9.

- the morning will come, I will show you the castle, and in the evening - back to Moscow.You'll have time to go back to the beginning of the lessons ...

Brest met them in the rain.Chilled, wet, they reached the fortress.And just forget about the bad weather, fatigue, that not even had breakfast.At the entrance, made in the shape of a star, people gathered from all over the country.It sounded harsh song of forty-one years, "Arise, great country ...»

son enthusiastically looked at several veterans, the brave defenders of the Brest fortress, which gave way respectfully.Silently, full of awe, considered sacred ruins, majestic sculpture, erected in honor of heroes.

Perhaps nothing so impressive young heart as visits to historical sites, direct communication with those, about whom legends.No wonder thousands of people go to the field of Borodino, although the battle is proceeded more than a half century ago.And the fortress over the Bug, too, leaves no one indifferent.It can not leave.Boy stroking his hand a piece of brick, scorched by fire.I listened to the memories of veterans unparalleled protection of Brest.Grey granite monuments, the bright colors of flowers.And the general human stream, one combined thoughts, feelings, which were the boy with his mother.

Together they were detained before the portraits of the characters in the museum of Brest Fortress.

- Look, this is your grandfather ... - said the mother.- And his friends.You read about them Sergei Smirnov book "Brest Fortress".Peter.Klypa who fought here boy ... Zubachev, Fomin, Gavrilov ...

road to the monument - is not just a road to a particular locality, marked with a circle on the map.And it is not the path to the unsophisticated, manufactured

hands craftsmen obelisk at the forest edge.This is the road to our past with you, heroic past, that we and our children need to appreciate, cherish.In recent years, firmly established tradition of creating beautiful park memory, memory box, the memory alley.Go for a Walk of grandfather and grandson - and before the boy develops a living history.

In Belarus there Verhnedvinsk town, formerly called Drissa.Thirty years ago, the pioneers began to look for relatives of the officers buried in the central square.Among them - the family of Lieutenant Muscovite Arcadia Pantieleva.They found the mother, the brother, who carefully preserved the letters from the front Arcadia.He himself fought, flew navigator on a bomber was shot down.Several years spent in the hospital, then worked as an agronomist in the suburbs.Two sons - the older was named in honor of Uncle Arkady.

Father read the front-line news boys brother - expensive family heirlooms.Triangles envelopes with leaflets calling mercilessly crush the enemy."We are now quiet - Arkady wrote.- Just noisy Belarusian forests.Nature comes to life.Brooks.The sun.Good night moon ... But exotic, wonderful idyll spring once seen, you have to first get rid of the Nazis ... "" On and on leaving you to the west.You see how we beat the enemy.Looking only great strength, a lot of patience, and we wait for the hour of victory. ""It will soon be the end of Hitler and his gang.How much misery they have brought to our people! »

Lieutenant Pantielev earned the Order of the Red Star for the fact that when he saw the soldiers flinch just before the enemy tanks, rushed forward and, together with the company commander led the soldiers to attack.Combat task was completed.