Hello, dear schoolchildren and their parents! Warm greetings to mentors and organizers of fun events! On this page I want to present you skits for 4 people, funny, short for school performances.
For convenience, I divided them into categories - for first-graders, fifth-graders and high school students. The scripts are incredible in their originality, filled with modern humor and sparkling jokes. But, most importantly, scenes with deep meaning, they will make you think about eternal human values.
Read funny scenarios with fairy-tale characters with your friends. For first-graders, there is a story about a capricious princess, which will allow the children to look at themselves from the outside. For older students, an oriental fairy tale about the beautiful Jasmine, and teenagers in grades 9-11 will be able to stage an adult skit about the clever Frog Princess.
Sketch for first grade – Capricious Princess
There is a throne in the center of the hall, and a thoughtful king walks importantly around it. His daughter runs onto the stage in a luxurious dress and with a small crown on her head.
Princess : Dad! I've decided everything!
King : What did you decide, daughter?
Princess : I'm going to work tomorrow.
The king grabs his head: Again you’re at it! We have already discussed this. A king's daughter should not work!
Princess : And I will work. Do you know the first law of princesses? Whatever the daughter wants, dad does, period!
King in a tired voice: Who will you work with?
Princess : I think I’ll go to school, I’ll be a teacher.
The king is surprised: But it’s so difficult!
Princess : What's so difficult? She waved a pointer, read a book to the children, graded them, and she was done!
King : Well, well, let's see. Let's rehearse your first day at work. Guards!
Two guards, accompanied by the song “Where the king goes, it’s a big secret...”, walk around the hall in a circle and stand next to each other.
King : My daughter wants to become a teacher.
The guards look at each other in surprise.
King : She needs practice, so bring your textbooks and notebooks here! (leaves and sits on the throne)
The guards nod and bring a desk with chairs and school supplies from behind the scenes.
Princess takes a textbook: Well, guys, today I will teach you...
The guards look at each other again.
Princess : Here! Tell me what is two plus two?
The first guard is silent and blinks his eyes.
The princess is angry: Don't you know? Bad, deuce!
The guard takes a step back and lowers his head.
Princess : Your turn. What is three plus five? Answer!
The second guard scratches his head and shrugs.
Princess , waving a pointer: How stupid you are! I'll show you how to do it now!
The guards stand at attention, and the girl leafs through the book.
Princess : Here! Seven plus five equals...fourteen!
The king laughs: No, daughter! Correct answer: twelve. How can you be a teacher if you don’t know anything yourself?
The princess puts down her textbook and gets angry: Okay, I’ll be a cook!
The king groans and clutches his heart, the guards run up to him and hold him by the elbows.
Princess angrily: Do you really think that I can’t peel a simple potato, huh?!
King in a weak voice: Where have you ever seen a royal daughter rattle dishes in the kitchen?
The guards fan and seat the monarch on the throne.
Princess : Just think! I can handle any job. I’ll peel the vegetables, cut them, add some water and put them on the fire. Here's your soup.
King : Guards, bring the equipment...
The guards nod and go backstage to the music. From there they return with a saucepan, a ladle and a plate.
Princess : Now I’ll cook it and feed everyone, it will be delicious... (Cooking, fiddling with vegetables).
The guards cautiously pat into the pan.
Princess : Come on, come here, lunch is ready!
The guards run away in fear, the princess chases after them with a plate and spoon, then begins to cry bitterly.
Princess : Why don't they want my soup? (throws the dishes on the floor indignantly)
King : They just want to live, daughter.
Princess , sniffling: I’ll go work as a nurse! I’ll give them pills and give them injections!
King : Hush, daughter, we haven’t had enough accidents yet. You can’t go to work without an education.
The princess wipes away her tears: What about education?
The king sighs: If you want to work, study hard at school, go to university and then you can master any profession.
The princess rejoices and hugs the king: Thank you, daddy! If so, then prepare a carriage for me, the most beautiful dress and shoes, I’ll go to school for a lesson!
The king sighs as the guards come onto the stage and stand in front of the audience.
Guard 1 : You have to achieve everything in life through your own work!
Guard 2 : And in order to work at your favorite job, you need to study well now!
Accompanied by cheerful music, the actors bow to the audience, hold hands and run away from the stage.
A skit about the war for schoolchildren
The best production for a school theater consists of a good script, simple scenery and talented performances by young actors. The skit called “Ogonyok” will surely sink into the souls of the audience, and representatives of the older generation will secretly wipe away a tear.
Scenery:
On the stage there is a table with an inkwell, a kerosene lamp and a photograph of a WWII soldier. In the background is a fence on which hangs a Soviet-era mailbox (made of cardboard). On the left side of the stage there are benches and a mock fire, around which actors in infantry and navy costumes have gathered. Musical accompaniment - piano and girls' choir (alternative - recordings on disk).
The presenters greet the audience and announce the start of the performance. In the prologue, a few words about how the inhabitants of the great country of the USSR met the beginning of the Great Patriotic War and how they did not break under the onslaught of the cruel Hitlerite Germany.
Presenter : July in Russia. Sunday. At home in the arms of silence. There was a fragile moment left before the first shots of the war.
On the stage there are several girls in cotton dresses, village dances, a guy invites one of the girls to a ballroom dance. A couple performs a waltz to the music of the pre-war waltz. But suddenly the musical accompaniment is interrupted and the voice of the famous Levitan is heard from the loudspeaker: “Attention! Moscow speaks! We are conveying an important government message!” (the audience listens with bated breath to the announcer's address).
After the radio message, a girl in a simple dress and a scarf on her shoulders, as well as a soldier in a Soviet WWII uniform with a rifle on her shoulder, appear on stage. To the song “The girl escorted the fighter to the position...” the actors act out a sad farewell scene. Then the inconsolable bride sits down to write a touching letter and, folding it into a triangle, puts it in the mailbox on the fence.
On the bench where the fighters sit around the fire, the actors present a scene of rest after the battle. The soldier receives a letter from the girl and rejoices, reading dear lines from his home (the song continues).
The audience is delighted with the touching performance, everyone rises and gives a standing ovation.
Sketch for fifth graders – Jasmine’s story in a new way
In the center of the hall, sad Jasmine sits on a mountain of pillows and strokes a stuffed tiger.
Jasmine : Oh, how boring life is for a princess! Sleep, eat, sleep, eat. I walk around the garden, listen to the old sages. And dad also wants to marry me off, imagine, then it will be even worse. In general, they won’t let you out of the palace! (Looks at the tiger) This is not the life I dreamed of, dear Raja.
A gloomy Jafar comes onto the stage with a tray of fruit.
Jafar : Hello, my princess! (Brings her treats)
Jasmine is rude: What do you want, adviser?
Jafar : I came to you to propose marriage…. Will you become my wife?
Jasmine laughs: Why suddenly?
Jafar, confused: Well, because I... am the richest and most insidious wizard! I will throw at your feet all the gold of the world, all its jewels!
Jasmine proudly: I don’t need all the gold in the world, but I want freedom!
Jafar hits the floor with his staff: Oh, right! Then I give you 1 day to think about it. If you don't change your mind, I will turn Agrabah and your palace to ashes! (Laughs evilly and goes backstage)
Jasmine twirls her finger at her temple: I'm completely crazy. Everything promises and threatens. He doesn’t understand that I want to see the world, and not sit within four walls covered in gold. I wish I had a magic carpet now and...
The window swings open and Aladdin looks out in a prince's costume. Jasmine gets scared from surprise and covers herself with pillows. The guy awkwardly stumbles into the room.
Jasmine cautiously: Who are you? What are you doing here? I'll set my tiger on you now! (Takes a plush toy) Raja!
Aladdin : Sorry, princess, for scaring you! I accidentally overheard your conversation... And I can say without deception that I will fulfill all your dreams.
Jasmine incredulously: What are you saying?
Aladdin : Yes, I just have one friend, and he happened to have a magic carpet lying around….
Jasmine : I'll call the guard now, you crazy guy!
Then the Genie flies in through the window and stands between the princess and Aladdin.
Genie : Salaam alaikum, Princess Jasmine, I am that friend, Aladdin doesn't lie!
Jasmine : So, another dreamer?! That's it, I'm calling the guards!
Genie : Listen, I am a genie from the ancient Maghreb, I have magic and sorcery. I can conjure you anything you want. Abracadabra, lumos, nox, aloha, mahora, grandma's nose.
The genie waves his hands, takes out a magic carpet and spreads it on the floor. The stage darkens and Aladdin and Jasmine sit down on the carpet. The song “Arabian Night” plays, and the actors pretend to fly on a magic carpet.
Aladdin , holding the princess by the hand, balances on the stage: Look, Germany is down there. Here is France and its famous tower! Now we will see Rome, and then we will fly over Russia. Look how big and beautiful she is!
Jasmine : Wow, it’s better to see it live than to look at pictures in thick books!
Aladdin : I can even take you to Antarctica. (Takes out warm hats, scarves and puts them on Jasmine) We can fly around the whole world, as you dreamed of! Just become my wife!
Jasmine drooped. The carpet descends and flies back into the palace.
Aladdin : Don't be silent, princess. Tell me, do you agree?
Jasmine : I need to think. I'll give the answer tomorrow.
The guy bows and leaves.
Princess out loud: Jafar is a terrible person. He will ban me from the palace and will govern the state as he pleases. Aladdin is kind, but I cannot marry him, magic is just a deception. And I don't know if he loves me? (Hugs the tiger) What should I do, Raja?
The stage plunges into darkness, the stars light up, and a beautiful oriental melody sounds. A minute later the light turns on again. It’s morning in the palace, Jasmine gets up from the pillows and stretches.
Jafar enters with a casket: Good morning, my princess! I brought you a diamond engagement ring. I hope you made the right choice.
Aladdin and Genie enter next.
Genie : Oh no. There's some big scary cat here. Get out of here!
Jasmine laughs: Jafar, I will not become your wife! The genie is right, go away.
Jafar : If you don't become mine, you won't become anyone's! (Waves his staff) Kotuis motius!
Aladdin covers the princess with himself, the Genie takes out a mirror and points it at Jafar. The spell is reflected and falls on the owner, the light suddenly goes out.
Jafar in the dark: Oh no, damn you!
The darkness dissipates, and instead of the sorcerer there is a large black cat on the stage.
Jasmine pets the cat: Oh, how cute. Let's leave him in the palace, teach him to purr and go to the litter box.
Aladdin takes the girl by the hands: Together?
Jasmine embarrassed: Yes, together. I agree to become your wife.
Aladdin is happy, the Genie applauds: Shall we have a grand wedding?
Jasmine : Oh, Ginny, are you going to live with us all the time?
Aladdin : What's wrong? He's a wizard. And we don’t even know how to cook scrambled eggs...
Jasmine : Nothing, we'll learn. And Genie must be freed!
The two of them take off the bracelets from Genie, he thanks them and hugs them to the beautiful song “Princess” by Babek Mamedrzaev. The genie flies away, and Jasmine and Aladdin hold hands, dance, bow and go backstage. Applause!
A theatrical performance on a moral theme at school. Scenario
Theatrical performance at school “Light a candle in yourself”
Goal: To develop the moral principles of students. Objectives: Educational: • Show how the theme of “Motherland” is presented in Russian poetry. Developmental: • Contribute to the development of students’ interest in the history of Russia, the ability to think, express their point of view and justify it. • Develop imagination, activity, and creative abilities of students. Educational: • Contribute to the formation in students of a sense of fidelity, devotion to a loved one, as well as the concepts of duty and responsibility.
Scenario:
Scene 1 (three girls meet after summer holidays) Tanya: Natasha, we finally visited Egypt this year with our parents. Listen, it’s just fabulous there, even magical: the sun, the beach - I’m so tanned. We also went on an excursion to the Valley of the Kings, we were in the city of the Living - this is on the right bank of the Nile, not to mention the Pyramids of Cheops, the statue of the Sphinx. Natasha: Great! My family and I also had a great time. My father got us tickets for a two-week tour of Europe. I posted a photo on VKontakte, you can take a look. Oh, there's Svetka! Svetka, come here! Listen, how did you get tanned? Come on, tell me, where did you vacation? Sveta: I don’t know, I helped with my grandmother in the village, then the Procession of the Cross in Diveevo and I worked there for another 10 days. Oh, excuse me, I want to take a few photos of the first-graders, they are so funny. (Prepares the camera. Takes photographs) Tanya: Well, you also found someone to ask. Don’t you know: they always have no money - where will she go? Okay, let's go to class, they say we have someone new this year. Sveta: (quietly) What do they understand about life - dolls! Scene 2 (office) Olga Nikolaevna: Well, here we are together again. Sit down yourself - you are already adults. And today I would like to talk to you in our first lesson about what the Motherland is. Let us try to reason about why you can love your Motherland? Tanya: What is there to love? Everything is gloomy, harsh, unsettled. Alexey: I agree with Tanya: there is dirt, boredom, melancholy all around. Our rivers are cold. The seas are icy. Maxim: You know, Olga Nikolaevna, if everything here needs to be paved, people need to repent, then... ah, no, there’s still too much space - we obviously can’t cope with it! Olga Nikolaevna: What does our new guy think about this? Nikita, tell me, how do you feel about what your classmates say? Nikita: It seems to me that the guys who performed do not yet have feelings for the Motherland. (Noise rises)
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There was a glitch, someone replaced their valuables, and they easily appropriated them and passed them off as their own. But, guys, last year the theme of victory over Nazi Germany was loud, we live on the land of the holy warrior Alexander Nevsky, here are the churches built by Dmitry Pozharsky... It seems to me that in order to understand our homeland you need to know the fate of people; When I spoke about Prince Pozharsky, I remembered the poems of our Nizhny Novgorod poet Yu. Adrianov. Ira: I also know these poems. Can? ... This year rose over the country with the smoke of burnt villages, That burned like tufts of dried-up steppe grass, And countless refugees Floated transparent shadows To Nizhny Grad from Smolensk, From the capital's near-distant Moscow. Nikita: And on Nizhny Posad, Under the roar of a stunned alarm bell, People flocked to the gathering, To decide the fate of the whole world. The headman of the zemstvo, Heavy, tough, bearded, shouted: “We’ll give everything to the army - we can’t live without free Rus'!” The square roared in unison: “Let’s sacrifice for freedom!” And at the porch of the church, To the steps, sparkling, lay Precious cups of Silver fryazhsky work, Golden frames and pearls of Indian soil. Ira: ...The girl was dying Amidst the roar of screaming people, Confusedly realizing that enemies could take away This shore of the Pochayna, Where there are moments of quiet happiness, When the sun warms And the grace of summer is all around... And, like a sparrow, My heart beat quietly, And with sudden anxiety I was illuminated for a moment eyes. As if in a whirlpool, a ring quietly slid onto the gold, Only a pebble flared up - a tear of orphan happiness. (Yuri Adrianov) Nikita: Is this the only test that befell our land? Katya: In my mother’s student notebook, I found S. Yesenin’s poems “Soviet Russia”. For some reason it hurt me so much when I read them. After all, Yesenin left his homeland, it became alien to him, he stopped understanding the village he loved so much. Tanya: Katya, he loved another village: clean, bright, patriarchal, but in Soviet times he did not recognize it. That hurricane has passed. Few of us survived. There are no friendships at roll call for many. I returned again to the orphaned land, which I had not been to for eight years. Who should I call? With whom should I share That sad joy that I am alive? There is even a mill here - a log bird with a single wing - standing with its eyes closed. I don’t know anyone here, and those who remembered have long forgotten. And where my father’s house once was, Now lies ash and a layer of road dust. And life is in full swing. Both old and young faces scurry around me. But I have no one to bow my hat to, I don’t find shelter in anyone’s eyes. And a swarm of thoughts pass through my head: What is my homeland? Are these really dreams? After all, for almost everyone here I am a gloomy pilgrim from God knows from what distant side. Natasha: I am not against the feeling of the Motherland. In the summer I read Akhmatova’s poems. If only you knew from what rubbish poems grow without shame. Like a yellow dandelion by the fence, Like burdocks and quinoa. Sveta: I also love these lines. Seeing beauty in the simple, everyday means having a beautiful soul. Misha: And if you lie on the ground in a pine forest, the trees will seem like spaceships. Much has been done without me, Much has been said before me, But only this particle of my fire was needed, To light an unquenchable candle, To put the cherished word into words, To save the soul with that word And share the warmth. (Valery Shamshurin) Nikita: But the feeling of the Motherland is broader, greater than you yourself, than the beauty of your land. Your mother’s warm belly is your first homeland, the cradle is your second. The yard and the first developed path to the third swing. Sveta (picks up): You go up on the swing and see that the Motherland is in the neighboring yard. What a big Motherland! Tanya: Motherland is a father’s hand. Natasha: The Motherland is the cemetery of your loved ones. Misha: Motherland is your speech, your language. Alexey: Learn to understand her, love her, in order to be able to protect her, as our great-grandfathers did in all centuries. Russia, Rus - Everywhere I look! For all your sufferings and battles, I love your, Russia, antiquity, Your forests, graveyards and prayers, I love your huts and flowers, And the skies burning from the heat, And the whisper of willows by the muddy water, I love you forever, to eternal peace... Russia, Rus' ! Protect yourself, protect yourself! Look, again they have come into your forests and valleys from all sides, from other times the Tatars and Mongols, they carry a black cross on their flags, they have crossed the sky with crosses, and it is not the forests that I see around, but a forest of crosses in the vicinity of Russia. Crosses, crosses... I can't do it anymore! I suddenly take my palms away from my eyes and suddenly I see: hobbled horses are quietly chewing the grass in the meadow. They will neigh - and somewhere among the aspen trees a slow neigh will be picked up by the echo, And above me - the immortal stars of Russia, The boundless twinkling of calm stars... Sveta: Maybe for now we only see our Motherland from the height of the raised swing. But someday it will come to us that all the space that we now see from airplanes is the space of our earth. Tanya: And it is ours because once upon a time people lived here with a different sense of the Motherland. Nikita: We should try to become like these people. So that when we look at our path in life, we would like to come here again and again, to our small town of our vast Motherland. Quiet river Transparent mouth. Town on the mountain. Domes... So much happiness, And pain, And sadness You, my homeland, have given me since childhood! Since childhood, I got used to living with You. I knew that I would endure a lot, I would endure a lot, If my heart, in any bad weather, would be pure, like a lily of the valley in the forest. I don't need strangers' sleighs. And that is why the soul is not empty. I won’t forget all your songs And your legends Even before the cross. And I will fall asleep, Enchanted by Russia. After all, she was in the heart, She was!.. Of the quiet river, the Transparent mouth, The town on the mountain. Domes. (The bell rings. The guys get up quietly) Scene 3 Natasha and Tanya: Light, we thought badly of you when you told us about your summer. Forgive us, short-sighted ones. Sveta: Yes, I’m good too. Let's forget. After our lesson, girls, I really wanted to walk along the Volga and take photographs. Maybe we can all go together. Tanya: Let's invite everyone and take the guitar with us. (They call with glances, the guys come up, the final song sounds) “Overshadowed with the Sign of the Cross” Lyudmila Kononova
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