A meeting of the members of the "Vytok" literary and musical club with readers took place at the central district library. A group of students from the state vocational lyceum attended the meeting.

The hosts of the reading room opened the meeting with welcoming words. From the librarians' presentation, the attendees learned about the interesting circumstances of the origin of the Native Language Day. In 1952, in present-day Bangladesh, a country that was part of Pakistan at the time, students protested for the Bengali language to be granted the status of a state language. People were ready to sacrifice their lives for the language that had become an integral part of their existence. They also spoke about the importance of the national language in the life of our country and informed the meeting participants that the current year has been declared the Year of the Book. This decision was made to promote books, increase the number of readers in the country, develop national literature, and foster respect and love for the native language in the younger generation.

The head of the "Vytok" literary and musical club, Olga Kazakova, who opened the meeting with Anastasia Grishchuk's poem "My Amulet" about the native language, which
Sounds like a nightingale's motif,
Sings with a clear voice,
Lives in fairy tales,
Bends to the ear of corn…

Olga Nikolaevna spoke about the melodiousness of the mother tongue, about the importance of the native language in a person's life, and introduced her like-minded friends – the "Vytok" members.

Svetlana Yakubovskaya, Sofia Nesteruk, Valentina Yasen, and Oleg Dymov attended the meeting with readers.

Sofia Nesteruk, as befits a poet, spoke in verse:
Native language, mother tongue,
My grandmother's language.
Every word, a fitting word,
Gives love and peace.
Wherever I hear another language,
There is none better than mine,
With it I rejoice, with it I grieve,
With anyone I converse in it.

Poets speak in verse, and no one can say it more eloquently. Svetlana Yakubovskaya's performance was also in verse. Here are its touching moments:
In the most resonant caprice –
The living sounds of the native language.
I hear the music of the soul,
I hear the music of love.
It overflows
To the earthly ground from the heavenly heights.
A great world opened up to me with it
And only with it does May come.
There is no music without poetry, just as the muse does not come without music. Of course, the atmosphere of the creative meeting of poets with readers was enhanced by the musical arrangement by composer and performer Oleg Dyman.