Environmental festival (Scenario)
Sounds of bells ringing
Ding-Dong, Ding-Dong –
hear the forest, hears the Vale
or sigh, or moan.
What is it about? Who is he? –
this old bell.
Not with delight the sound is full,
And widely the wing is stretched out:
on field road,
over with late blossoms
above the roof
touched red elm,
1st leading. We are weird, wrong to live on Earth: protect valuable and precious, and priceless not stored. Diamonds, diamonds, gold, money, protect, and lakes, springs, clouds, areas of clean air, deserted places, no. It is unclear, if you look at the life of earthlings from somewhere off to the side. We don’t want to learn the most important thing: the Air is our father, the Water – mother Earth – home, Rosa national wealth.
The music of Vivaldi’s “the four seasons”, “Summer”, Presto.
2 nd chair. The world is in each of us through all the “Windows” and “doors” of our senses, constantly feeding us, and it is becoming more difficult because of the loss of the beauty of this world. Mutilated river dams, polluted their water, including lake; looted and destroyed during the terrible bombardment of the forest; to have worked half the fertility of the soil, which, like a canker, riddled with ravines; poisoned by pesticides fields and meadows; choking air in cities and industrial centers; amazed by the radioactivity of the vast space of the historic areas of the state; and sick people children; standing in the ruins of the famous shrines of the people – more than 1,200 70 thousand monasteries and churches; not standing on their own feet after the pogrom, more than 110 thousand estates of XVIII-XIX centuries; abandoned hundreds of thousands of villages Yes hundreds of ancient towns and settlements, – a picture of spiritual and moral devastation of our country. It is the fruit of embracing the madness of people, the total destruction of the economy and nature, dive inclusive of all things in the mess.
Yes, we don’t smell the earth beneath, fly out,
the pain in her bones not mosat.
Mother eternal, endless seas,
rarely do we dream in the cloudless mirages.
in the pans of the Firebird crack.
“The red book” the boy reads –
Edith birch leaves rustle…
Soon the dew and rain on the lips to fear,
roots polydraw, Dubrava ascend to the fire.
Rook in the spring, inhabiting on the tree space
in the nest will bear a metal rubbish…
The music stops.
1st leading. The most important sign of the ecological crisis – the collapse and degradation of the national landscape. It as a sign of trouble, indicating that the ecological crisis is inevitably preceded the crisis of historical consciousness, loss of roots and faith in tradition.
2 nd chair. Academician Dmitrii Sergeevich Likhachev considers the environmental problem from the point of view of morality, under the sign of philosophy and ethics. In fact, it is the desire to claim to solve the whole Person. The basic moral requirement is that the majestic order of nature that we see every day, to whom we owe every minute of life in which we are bathed in life-giving font, was for us an absolute goal.
Consider some of the thoughts and position of views of an academician on this issue.
2nd reader. “Man is alone in the woods, in the field. He can make mischief and the only thing that holds it down (if holding back!) his moral consciousness, sense of responsibility, a conscience.
But humanity as a whole, in its present consciousness, there is also a “one with nature”. Does this mean that only the morality of mankind depends on the attitude of humanity to the world, to nature. But the conscience of one person – the real thing with all its uncertainties, but the conscience of mankind as a whole is already an abstraction.
The biggest challenge, responsibility and drama is different, the relation of man to nature, in virtue of silence last. Need clear and recognized by all the philosophy of ecology on the basis of which to build and ethics of ecology…
With millions of varieties of living creatures: animals, birds, insects, plants, man is the only creature with a speech, and mind. It calls a man to what he has to say and be responsible for all living things in the world, for all beings, plant Kingdom”.
2 nd chair. These reflections Dmitry Sergeyevich prompted us to turn to the work of the great English poet, painter and philosopher of the XVIII-XIX centuries, by William Blake. Listen to his poem “the Moth” from poetic cycle “Songs of Experience”, written in 1794. It’s amazing, but even then, for two hundred years, long before today’s environmental disasters best people wrote about the responsibility of man to all, before all the living.
Sounds of Vivaldi’s “the four seasons”, “Spring”, Allegro.