Funny, short, catchy and very modern sketches of congratulations on a man’s 75th birthday. Take note of ready-made scripts. Surprise your dad, grandpa, boss, or even the CEO himself for his birthday.
- The first scene is a general toast from all those present. Suitable for a large company, it unites guests with a common mood and brings special joy to the hero of the occasion.
- The second scene is congratulations in verse from the wife, children, friends and work colleagues.
- And the third scenario is about the consequences of a well-fed, drunken anniversary. Guests will be able to take part in the performance and laugh heartily at funny jokes.
All scenes can be used at one anniversary party. Take ideas, change scenarios to suit the personal qualities of the hero of the day and delight your loved ones with a cheerful mood.
Drawing from words
To hold the competition you will need several people, one of whom is the presenter. The presenter brings out a simple drawing and shows it to one of the players; everyone else should not see it. The player who saw the drawing must explain in a whisper to the other player what was depicted in the drawing. The second player tells the third one from the words of the first and so on. The last player who was told about the drawing takes a piece of paper, pen or pencil, and tries to draw what he was told. Then the drawing drawn by the last player is compared with the original.
Sketch of congratulations to a man on his 75th birthday: a general toast
The toastmaster announces the game “General Toast”. According to the rules, each guest says one word to compose a general sincere congratulation. The guest sitting to the right of the birthday person starts. Guests take turns clinking glasses clockwise, pronounce only one word (prepositions do not count), and at the end they raise their glasses in unison.
You can start with the words: “we wish”, “let’s drink”, “let” and so on.
An example of a finished toast in a company of ten people:
- Let's drink to
- Happy Anniversary!
- Let's wish him
- Happiness
- Health,
- Wealth,
- Love.
- And most importantly,
- Longevity
- And more grandchildren!
Hooray! Guests honor the birthday boy, hug and kiss. At a non-alcoholic celebration, glasses can be replaced with firecrackers. It will turn out to be fun and noisy, like at a children's party.
Anniversary
Guests are divided into small teams of about 3-4 people and each team stands in a circle. The teams are given an “anniversary” treat - belyash. At the command “start”, the participants, taking turns taking bites and passing the belyash in a circle, try to deal with this treat faster than the others. You just need to do this without using your hands (one participant holds it with his teeth, and the second bites, takes the belyash and holds it, and the third bites, and so on. The team that eats the belyash faster will be the winner.
Sketch of congratulations for a man's anniversary in verse
Leaflets with congratulatory verses are distributed to everyone who wishes, and everyone in turn reads out their quatrain.
The spouse (sister, life friend) begins:
Today, on this wonderful day, what would I like to wish? Celebrate your anniversary with joy, noise, and loud song.
Eh! – The wife waves her hand and turns it on. The guests dance, and the wife drags the hero of the day out for an energetic dance.
The following verse is read by a daughter (granddaughter), a close relative:
On this anniversary I wish you Health, happiness and good luck, Love and loyal friends, And a million rubles to boot!
The guests clap, and the granddaughter drags her grandfather out to dance to Vera Brezhneva’s song “Close People.”
A little girl comes out into the center of the hall, stands on a chair, and reads poetry:
Grandfather! You can live and not grow old, Eat, drink and not get sick. Don't go to work, make love with grandma. Well, the money is overflowing. So that it’s not life, but just paradise!
The guests laugh, the grandfather hugs his granddaughter, and everyone present is already dancing to Natalie’s cheerful hit “You’re like that!”
Now it’s the turn of friends and colleagues to congratulate the hero of the day on his 75th birthday.
1 guest:
On your 75th anniversary I wish you new achievements, Come on, smile quickly, To take photos of joyful moments!
2nd guest:
Energy, health, understanding, Love and friendship forever! Let all your wishes come true Easily and without much difficulty!
3rd guest:
You are in the company of a soul, and remain the same. Don't look at the years, Rejoice, dance, don't worry.
After these words, the song “Woman, I don’t dance” is played, and the hero of the day is dragged to the center of the dance floor. In the finale, the three closest friends make their wishes:
1 friend:
Happy anniversary, our handsome man. Happy anniversary, dear. We are proud that we have been communicating with you for 100 years.
2 friend:
We wish you strong, And always be beautiful, Always wear the loud name “Man” with pride.
3 friend:
Be happy, energetic, and stay strong! Let everything be “Excellent” on your great path!
Friends hug, and congratulations end with the cheerful song of the Sultan-Hurricane “To the disco!” The guests are delighted!
Save the circle
Guests are divided into several teams of approximately 5 people. The participants stand next to each other. For each team, two guests hold a piece of paper with the same hole (circle) in the middle. At the “start” command, the first participants find any small object, for example, an earring, hairpin, cufflink, ring, coin, etc., and push it through a hole in the paper, trying not to tear the paper. He stuck it through and stood at the end of the team, then the second participant pushes his item through, and so on until the guests run out of items that can be put through the hole. The leader must keep a count of the items for each team. The team whose participants put more objects through the hole than the rest and at the same time violate the integrity of the hole on their sheet of paper the least, will be the winner.
“I’ll walk through the Russian expanses.” To the anniversary of the poet V.V. Naryzhnaya
Scenario of the literary salon “I’ll walk through Russian expanses”..., dedicated to the anniversary of the Stavropol poet Valentina Naryzhnaya. Equipment: screen, video projector, slide film, baskets with flowers, poster-portrait of V.V. Naryzhnaya, recordings of songs, romances based on the poet’s poems. While the audience is gathering, the song by V. Naryzhnaya and V. Sushchenko “I’ll walk through the Russian expanses...” plays in the background. The presenter comes out and reads poems by Valentina Naryzhnaya:
I’ll walk across the Russian expanses and bow to my father’s land: Thank you, dear Rus', For calling me Russian! You warmed me with warmth, You overshadowed me with a cross. And I am your betrothed son - I walk across your open spaces! Good afternoon, dear guests! Simple and bright lines have just been heard, which have become a song, by Valentina Vasilievna Naryzhnaya, a member of the Union of Writers of Russia, a poet of Stavropol. And our current literary salon “I’ll walk through Russian expanses...” is dedicated to the anniversary of this wonderful poet, songwriter. We have a guest of honor, a member of the Union of Writers of Russia, the Union of Journalists of the Russian Federation, poet Vladimir Yakovlev, whose youth, like Valentina Naryzhnaya, fell in the era of the 60s - the era of Inspiration - the beginning of the space age. Presenter 2. Young, very young actors and poets will also take part in our creative meeting. These are the SDDT theater-studio “New Generation”, the youth studio “Muses on Stage” and young correspondents of the city newspaper “I am Stavropolets!” Presenter 1. But first, a word about the hero of the day. Valentina Vasilyevna Naryzhnaya is the author of 7 collections of lyrics: “Earthly Spells”, “Bells of Russia”, “Dawn over the Village”, “Flowers by the Roadside”, “Gravity of the Earth”, “Coming to Love” and “A Drop of Eternity”. Valentina Vasilievna says about herself: “I am a village woman.” She was born 65 years ago, after the war, in the village of Gremuchy, Shpakovsky district, lost in the steppe regions. With her mother's milk she absorbed the love of her native land and studied at school tens of kilometers from home. Favorite pastime: books. While still a schoolgirl, she took part in amateur performances, traveled with a propaganda team to farms and departments, and gave concerts. Then studying at a cultural and educational school and working in rural clubs. Valentina Naryzhnaya still lives in the village of Novomarievskaya, Shpakovsky district, runs a rural club, continuing to fulfill a high mission - to bring art to the people. She is a member of the Russian Writers' Union and writes heartfelt patriotic, civic lyrics, permeated with a bright, daughterly love for her father's land, for people. She has wonderful landscape and love lyrics. “The only thing that is not in Valentina Naryzhnaya’s poems,” writes literary critic Svetlana Solodskikh, “is vulgarity, which has become a very profitable business in our time. She writes with her soul and heart, which is why her lines are so sincere: You just have to live in the world: Grow bread, Pray to God, Love people And love life And not accumulate anxiety in your soul. And to that birch tree, Where the barn is, To that sunflower, Which is in the field, Let the son sometimes come, To touch the will with his soul. And to the fontanel, That has dried up, And where the thorns hide the birds, So that with my heart I can hear Every breath of the native Earth, Where are our roots.” SINCERE PAIN FOR THE FATE OF HER NATIVE STAVROPOL LAND, RUSSIA, SEEMS OUT IN HER POEMS AND SONGS. SOME POEMS WITH A HIGH SPIRITUAL MOOD ARE PLACED ON THE INTERNET SITE UNDER THE TITLE: “POETRY OF RESISTANCE.” PRESENTER 2. VALENTINA NARYZHNAYA’S POEMS ARE READ BY THE ACTORS OF THE THEATER-STUDIO SDDT “NEW GENERATION”, DIRECTOR – NATALIA SVETLICHNAYA. COMPOSITION “THE VILLAGE BECAME MY DESTINY” The village has long been my destiny, And now I walk along it leisurely. Carried away from the field by the hot threshing, And a narrow path leads to the river.
The huts are crowded together in plain sight, And it seems that the soul is wide open in them. Here they will share one misfortune among everyone And equally divide the bitter flask.
Tired of walking to measure the hot day, And by the trees that had drooped their crowns, I sat down on a heap in the shade of the Russian hut where the icons live.
And the woman brought me water. Then she politely called me into the hut. Without refusing, I went in. She says “you”: “Where are you going?” - And she became silent.
She answered: “The road is long, I walk through villages, collecting songs... She said: “Songs are like a river, and my husband and I often sang them together.”
- Where is the husband? - asked. -Where is the family? She sadly: “My husband died of grief, When our sons died - the eldest Vasily and our youngest Borya ...
Then she opened the old album: “My family is now here, in the album...” Having sank powerlessly at the table, she added: “How empty the house has become.”
And she began her unhurried story, Then she set the food down: “Let’s remember... Fifteen today has passed just as the eldest son, who was killed, was in Afghanistan.”
And the youngest is exactly five today, and I don’t know where his grave is. I’m tired of writing to my bosses and I feel like my strength is leaving...
...And our youngest, who was killed, was in Chechnya... Why did we anger God so much?.. And I, seeing the twilight in the window, Suddenly realized: I have no further road.
“Spend the night,” the mother said quietly, “And tomorrow I will take you to the huts... Here you can write a lot of songs - The villages are rich in songs now...
* * * Dear God, answer me, why do the tears of Russia flow like rain? And to what other executioner Shall we give our holy souls?
Good God, answer me, why is the glow of the century so lifeless? That I’m no longer crying, but screaming for the salvation of a person’s soul.
I am no longer afraid of anything, And I will not surrender to the executioner alive. Only you, our dear Rus', remain great for posterity.
I will accept one test, Where there will be no pain or fear. I will raise my head proudly and ascend, as if to heaven, on the block.
My ashes will spread in the wind, The day will begin in an ordinary way. For you, I, Russia, will die, And the star will not flash at the graveyard.
* * * I believe, I believe: changes are coming, The snow and blizzards will subside and pass. There will be no lies or betrayal in the world, Flowers will bloom along every road.
I believe, I believe - change is coming And the light of love will illuminate the sunrise. And in every city, and in every village, the suffering people will breathe a sigh of relief. LEADING. IF YOU TYPE THE NAME OF VALENTINA NARYZHNAYA ON THE INTERNET SEARCH ENGINES, YOU WILL SEE A LOT OF HER WORKS, ALTHOUGH SHE HAS NOT POSTED ANYTHING ON THE NETWORK. ON ONE OF THE FORUMS ON THE INTERNET I READ HER LINES AND THERE IS A COMMENT: “THIS IS NOT AN IMPROMPT, BUT THE POEMS OF ONE FAMOUS STAVROPOL POETESS. BUT FOR SOMEHOW I WANTED TO SHARE WITH YOU. LIKED!!! WITH RESPECT, VALERIYA.” Here is the poem:
AND YOU SAID THAT I AM A GODDESS, AND I SAID: JUST A WOMAN. AND YOU SAID THAT YOU WOULDN'T LEAVE, AND I SAID: - LIFE IS CHANGING... AND YOU LEFT. AND I CRYED - SO MUCH WAS PROMISED TO ME. AND YOU SAID: - YOU SCROTTED YOURSELF: YOU ARE NOT A GODDESS - JUST A WOMAN LEADING. VALENTINA NARYZHNAYA IS A SUBTLE LYRICIST, HER POEMS ARE SINCERE AND METAPHORICAL. I HAVE IN MY HANDS THE NURSING COLLECTION “THE CAME TO LOVE”, GIVEN BY VALENTINA, WHERE THERE IS IN THE FOREWORD ENVIRONMENTAL REVIEWS OF THE ARCHBISHOP OF THE STAVROPOL AND VLADICAUCASIAN DIOCESE FEOFAN, AS WELL AS THE WRITER STANISLAV KASPERSKY, WHO NOTED SPECIAL THE ESSENTIALITY OF THE POEMS IS THEIR MUSICALITY. HE CALLS NARYZHNA'S ROMANCES MASTERPIECES. WE OFFER YOU TO LISTEN TO THE ROMANCE ON THE POEMS OF VALENTINA NARYZHNAYA “LIKE THE ASHES OF ROSES.” MUZ. STAVROPOL COMPOSER ALEXANDER MASLOV, PERFORMED BY ELENA MARSHAKOVA. SOUNDS ROMANCE. AND STILL ITS MAIN THEME IS LOVE FOR THE NATIVE LAND. HOW MANY SONGS AND POEMS ARE DEDICATED TO STAVROPOL, RUSSIA ITSELF, HOLY Rus'! Her song to the music of the Stavropol composer Vladimir Sushchenko is the most popular - “I will go through Russian expanses ...” It is gratifying to hear that she is recognized as the best at the Russian competition of patriotic song and sounds in the capital. THE SONG SOUNDS “I WILL WALK THROUGH THE RUSSIAN SPACE...”. Valentina Vasilievna Naryzhnaya’s anniversary evening was recently held at the regional House of Folk Art. Choral and vocal groups, famous Stavropol soloists and singers who came from Moscow to specially congratulate the poet performed there. Her songs to the music of composers Valery Kushnarev, Alexander Maslov, Vladimir Sushchenko were heard for a long time, and there was almost no time left for poetry. Let us turn once again to the lines of the national poet. A junior correspondent of the city newspaper “I am a Stavropol resident!” is reading: *** There is a warm lawn by the haystack, A path runs through the steppe. And a faded T-shirt from summer, And hot bread on the table. Mounds like ripened melons, Gray-haired and bald slope. The steppes and valleys are silent, the horizon is thoughtful. Everywhere you look, there is Russia all around, And I am just an ear of corn between the stubble, Which was not mowed with a reaper, As if they shouted: “Live!”
I will look around the earth into the distance and breadth - The royal expanses. And even if the wasteland is overgrown with grass, the places here are heavenly. The winds scratch the feather grass here, spreading the reins. And straight from the sky - cranes - Messengers of God. Here the feelings are in an uncontrollable flight. You will give them away cheaply... And on the hill there is an overgrown bunker, Like an eye to the past.
E.V. Nikiforova: Everything ingenious is simple. One can safely say the same about Valentina Naryzhnaya’s poems. The author is not arrogant, does not crave fame, but simply lives in the rural outback, loves it devotedly and works on this land, worries with his soul for his people, dreams of their happy lot. That is why her lines are so pure, soulful in their love and conscientious. Valentina Naryzhnaya is a very beautiful person, both externally and spiritually, and I know how amazingly modest and selfless she is, what spiritual kindness and breadth! They say about such people - lack of silver! All she has is the title of poet, donated songs and collections of poems, and certificates from the governor, the ministry and the department of culture. And I want to dedicate the following lines to her: No need for honors - I don’t need too much. I would only like to hear my native speech - My song language, sounding like a reward, Which I managed to accidentally save From rust and foreign damage, From evil prison and slang words, From the falseness of the thrift-restaurant, Meaningless pop shackles. I would like Zavolokino, Russian, dear, Play, accordion, give me a ditty, And a mischievous Cossack song, And light up a catchy dance! Bewitch... As a free, brave bird, the Soul will set off on an uncontrolled flight, And Russian pride, like a Phoenix, will be reborn And freely sing in a full voice! Let us wish Valentina Vasilyevna excellent health, universal recognition, and a grateful viewer and reader. And new brilliant successes in creativity! Our guest is a colleague and friend of Valentina Naryzhnaya, a member of the Union of Writers of Russia, the Union of Journalists of the Russian Federation, poet Vladimir Yakovlev. Over to you, Vladimir Yakovlevich. Tell us about yourself, your work. The poet Vladimir Yakovlev speaks. The audience asks the poet questions. Leading. Thank you. Vladimir Yakovlevich! We thank you for your interesting story, for your poems and for taking the time to come to us. Health, good luck to you and new creative successes! Leading. Modern young poets also come to our literary living room; our friends, the student club “Impromt” of SevKavGTU and its president, poet Elena Goncharova, have performed here many times. And today the actors of the young, but already well-known in the city theater-studio “Muses on Stage” and its director Natalya Vladimirovna Mastakova came to us. They are our friends, especially since the poet, student of the Faculty of Philology of SSU Kirill Lushnikov, one of the founders of the studio, is our graduate (from the “Young Correspondents” association), the most active journalist of the newspaper “I am a Stavropolets!”, who for many years wrote various columns from the region poetry and art. Over to you. Kirill Lushnikov, Natalya Mastakova and the studio “Muses on Stage” perform... Presenter. In our association “Young Correspondents”, every second person is an aspiring poet. Realizing that a flair for words is an indispensable condition for becoming a good journalist, the guys write poetry and are quite successful. We are pleased to give the floor to juniors Narin Baluyants, Maria Vinichenko, Sofia Shevtsova, Mila Sotnikov and Lera Galushkin to present their new works. Leading. Today we got acquainted with the work of Stavropol poets, originally from the era of the 60s - the era of Inspiration and dreams of cosmic distances. But the poetic word is eternal. Listening to the young poets, I want to exclaim: The Age of Inspiration has returned: The two thousand came to the parade! Parades of lines - the Universe is behind them! - That army is a match for the sixties - They fly around the world - miles in megabytes - On the Internet - to conquer souls! Write poetry and let there be more poets, good and different! This will make the world kinder and brighter. Presentation of letters of gratitude to the participants of the evening.
