Municipal budgetary educational institution-

secondary school №2

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I want to tell

TO YOU ABOUT MY NATIVE LAND

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Litovchenko Zhanna,

Supervisor:

teacher of Kuban studies

Hello country!

I want to tell you about my native land, about the small Kuban village of Kalininskaya, drowning in white and pink color in the spring, and in the fall, covered with a bright blanket of autumn leaves and herbs laced with golden threads of the sun. You know, it seems to me that the stars in our Kuban shine much brighter than in other parts of Russia. Probably because this is the land where I was born, grow up, study, love my family, school, teachers, friends and girlfriends.

Friends, how good is our Kuban capital - Krasnodar. Previously, this marvelous city was called Yekaterinodar, which means the gift of Empress Catherine to the Cossacks. Now it is a huge regional center with majestic buildings, saints Orthodox churches, Drama Theater, Philharmonic. There are many universities in Krasnodar where my older friends study. Come to us in Kuban and you will not regret it! Our fertile warm land is rich in rivers, seas, forests. That only there is the Caucasian reserve, in which rare species of animals live under the tireless supervision and care. And where else is there the bluest sea in the world like ours! The resorts of Anapa, Gelendzhik, Tuapse, Sochi are known all over the world.

And now, my dear readers, I want to tell you a little about what is most dear to me in the Kuban land, my small homeland - the village of Kalininskaya. My ancestors have always lived here. My great-grandmother gave me old, yellowed with time, photographs depicting my great-great-great-grandfather in a real Cossack outfit with a saber on his side. Kuban is my native land with its own traditions, foundations, holidays. It seems to me that the life of any person, whatever he may be, is determined by his love for the Motherland, for that sacred place where he was born, took the first steps, learning the world. And I want to tell you about it.

The most beautiful corner of my native village is a huge hill overgrown with greenery with a log church building in the middle. I love to visit this place any time of the year. Something enchanting and soothing emanates from him. Maybe it's a bell ringing, calling not to forget your roots, or maybe the sweet smell of blooming sea buckthorn in the spring or the spicy aroma of steppe herbs. A special grateful feeling evokes in my soul the obelisk to the fallen heroes in the stanitsa park and the airplane-monument to the pilots who defended the sky of the Kuban from the fascist invaders, soaring skyward. forever akin to the bottomless Kuban sky and became an idol for the youth, a national hero. And our school is the same age as the Kalininsky district, bears the name of this legendary pilot.

And, of course, the fertile and wise our land, famous for unheard of harvests and dedicated workers, evokes an aching feeling of awe. It is thanks to them that the Kuban is called the granary of Russia. Among these people are my dear grandfather and grandmother, who have worked for more than forty years on their native collective farm. And now they often tell us, their grandchildren, about how their fellow countrymen obtained bread for the country, how golden grains of wheat poured into the body in a stream and the stalks were laid in even rows, freed from the burden.

Now, dear friends, I am in school. These happy years school life! Steps that closely link childhood and adolescence. The time will come when we ourselves will have to solve the tasks set by life. And even if fate takes you far from home, the memory of your beloved side, of the road running among the endless wheat fields, of the string of old handsome poplars at the turn to their home village, will forever warm the heart and make it happy.

My monologue is coming to an end. I think I convinced you that the Krasnodar Territory is the most beautiful place on Earth. And I want to end my message with a poem dedicated to my small homeland - the village of Kalininskaya.

My village is my home,

Roads washed by rain.

There is such peace in my native land,

That each time I leave is short

I remember my sweet corner,

Where the river is quiet and the park

Especially autumn

When the sidewalk is adorned with foliage

And spinning merrily, the last leaf

Solemnly flies to your feet.

In winter, elegant trees are white,

Although it rarely snows with us.

There is no trust in any weather in the Kuban,

She will not miss her chance.

In the spring, the life of the village flourishes,

Foliage and faces - everything shines like a diamond

And birds come from the south,

They delight us with their songs.

And in the sultry summer, the smells intoxicate:

Here herbs and flowers grow

Beckon with their beauty

And they call me to the front gardens.

And if I still leave relatives,

Even for a little while

In the memory of a girl's memory I keep

And I speak of her proudly.

With deep respect, 6th grade student of secondary school №2 named after Litovchenko Zhanna.

I live in Russia and am very proud of it. After all, my homeland is truly a great power! There are special traditions and customs here, a special “Russian character” is known all over the world. It is difficult for a person who has never felt Russia to understand all the specifics of this amazing country. I believe that the face of every power is its capital. It is believed that there are two capitals in Russia: official, political - Moscow, unofficial, cultural - St. Petersburg. Moscow has its own style and character, St. Petersburg has its own. The atmosphere of St. Petersburg is definitely closer to me. It's mine hometown, with interesting story and rich culture.
St. Petersburg was founded on May 27, 1703. It is very interesting that the name of the city is made up of two words, each of which has its own meaning. Saint - from the Latin "saint"; Peter is the name of the apostle, meaning "stone" in Greek and burg (burkh) - in German "city". So, this name merged the name of Tsar Peter, his patron saint and culture Ancient Greece and Rome, Germany and Holland. By order of Peter I, St. Petersburg became the capital of Russia in 1712. He had been her for two centuries. More than once in its history the city has changed its name: St. Petersburg - Petrograd - Leningrad ...
St. Petersburg is a special city. You begin to feel its special atmosphere many kilometers away. The nature of St. Petersburg is very peculiar. It combines the best features of central Russia and the Russian north. Gray tones, cool sea air, elongated, "thin", "ankle-toed" trees - all this creates a special unique flavor.
The city itself is located on several islands. Of course, this affects everything: nature, climate, architecture. The climate of St. Petersburg is similar to that of England. The same nebula, dampness. It is not for nothing that St. Petersburg is called “foggy Albion”. But there is a special mood in all this!
Native Petersburgers are a special people. They are tall, thin, often light-haired. They have pale skin and blue eyes. In many ways, the true inhabitants of St. Petersburg are similar to the Scandinavians. This is no coincidence. The natural conditions of our countries are similar, and the appearance of their inhabitants is similar.
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St. Petersburg has always been the cultural center of Russia. This is a city-museum, because a huge number of cultural monuments are concentrated in it. At every step, in every corner of this city, you come across works of art. For example, now in houses of the 19th and even the 18th century there are modern shops and offices. This gives off a strange feeling. On the one hand, such a “mixture”, the collision of times, is a little jarring. On the other hand, it creates a unique atmosphere, a flavor characteristic only of the city on the Neva, at least in Russia.
I noticed that while living in St. Petersburg you stop noticing the beauty of this city, its uniqueness. But if you think about it, it will take your breath away from such a daily encounter with history. After all, we are surrounded by palaces and estates of people who have written their names in history with “golden letters”. On the pavement where I am now walking, Pushkin once walked, and in his head poems were composed that we are now studying at school.
In general, I believe that St. Petersburg is an inspiring city. He has creative energy, because many great people lived and worked on the banks of the Neva. Petersburg falls in love with itself. No one, having visited this city at least once, can remain indifferent to it. Almost everyone adores and admires him, some do not take on the spirit.
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1. Think about what your homeland means in your life. Write.

My homeland for me is that city, that street and that house in which I live. I was born and grew up here, went to kindergarten, walked with my parents in the park, played with friends in the yard. I feel good and comfortable here. I know every tree, every bush and can with closed eyes find my way wherever I want. I know all the neighbors around and everyone knows me. My homeland is a place where I can feel at home.

2. Write down where you live (subject Russian Federation, district, city or village). When completing the assignment, use the political and administrative map of Russia, placed in the textbook (pp. 136 - 137).

Example answer: I live in the city of Moscow - the capital of Russia(the subject is the city of federal significance Moscow).

3. With the help of local history literature or information materials suggested by the teacher, write down the basic information about your region. Use them when characterizing the edge.

Moscow is the most important and largest city in Russia. More than 12,000,000 people live in Moscow. It is one of the most famous cities in the world. He is more than 800 years old and for almost all these years he was the capital of: the Grand Duchy of Moscow, the Russian kingdom, Russian Empire, USSR, and now Moscow is the capital of the Russian Federation. All the authorities of our country are located here, our president works here. More than 5 million tourists come to Moscow every year, because everyone wants to see the Kremlin, Red Square and other famous sights of my city.

5. Think about what you would like to know about your native land. Write down your questions. As you progress through the section, try to find answers to them.

1. Why is it said that Moscow lies on seven hills?
2. When did the Spassky chimes appear in Moscow and what size are they?
3. How Kiev prince Is Vladimir Monomakh connected with Moscow?
4. The distance to other cities is considered to be from Moscow. And from what place in Moscow does the countdown start?
5. Who is the largest monument in Moscow?
6. Why is the Garden Ring called the Garden Ring and the Boulevard Ring called the Boulevard Ring?

6. Ask your family and friends about the past of your region. Write a note about this for a wall newspaper or an essay on the topic "Native land in the history of my family" (arrange them on separate sheets).

My homeland is my hometown Moscow. This is where I was born and raised. All my friends live here and all my favorite places are located here. But for our family, this city has not always been home. My grandmother came to Moscow in 1977 to go to college. She used to live in a small town in the Penza region. Grandma says that Moscow amazed her with its beauty and energy. She always remembers those years with a smile. She says that Moscow for her is the city in which she got a profession, found a good job. Here she met her grandfather and married him. They had children: my mother and her sister, my aunt.
For mom, Moscow is already a hometown. She says that Moscow for her is her life. Mom says that she could not live in the small town in which my grandmother was born, because there are no such theaters, such parks and shops. She says that in other cities she is bored, but in Moscow there is always something to do. And my mother also said that Moscow for her is a city of opportunities. She graduated from a very prestigious Moscow institute and now works in the office of a large company. She says that it is very interesting and that such a job can only be found in Moscow.

I also believe that my hometown Moscow will become a city of opportunities for me too. I have been playing football for several years in the famous football club and hope to become a famous footballer soon. I love my city and I think that I will live in it all my life.

Homeland is the dearest thing a person has. The native land is the place where a person was born and raised. I was born and raised in the Kuban. This is a wonderful place, saturated with fresh air and warm rays of the sun. I believe that the native land should be the most beautiful and loved. If a person leaves his native land on his own, then he is not a patriot of his place of birth. If a person is forced to leave his native land due to need, then the fault should not lie with him. The nature of my native land is multifaceted. In the fall, she seems to cry and say goodbye to the summer, and in the winter it is frost

Everything is covered with fluffy snow and the forest and fields freeze. It is very beautiful to look at the forest in winter. A snow cap covers all the tops of the trees and they seem to be in the same scale.

As soon as the snow melts, the first, still barely green, grass appears. The first flowers, which will delight all people, are trying to break through from the ground. The trees have already taken off their snow cap and seemed to be pulling for the sun. The first green leaves appear on the branches. The sun shines through the window and illuminates my entire room. Sometimes the sun instead of an alarm clock will be me in the morning so that I will not be late for school. Butterflies come and the world becomes

More colorful.

Summer is my most favorite time of the year. In my native land, you can do whatever you want in the summer. Not far from my house there is a sea in which I love to swim. The native land is not only nature, but also the animals that inhabit this land. We have a lot of different birds that arrive here in spring and stay until autumn. Then they fly off to a warmer climate to wait out the winter.

My native land is very dear to me, although there are no palms and peach trees here, but here there is the warmth of loved ones and clean air. Once, I thought about removing all Nuclear Power Plants (NPPs) and creating safer facilities for the production of electricity. Because of them, our air is not always as clean as we would like. After all, people can create something new so as not to destroy our planet.

I am proud that I still do not leave my native land, but intend to develop here and start a family. Homeland is everything for a person. Each person has his own, even if it is very small, homeland. A person must protect it with all his might and not pollute it, because our descendants will also live on it.

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It's always easy to write about the place you love because it feels good. You can describe your favorite places, memorable events that happened there. You can remember and experience again everything that gave you pleasure and was valuable to you. A favorite land for everyone, most likely, is the place where a person was born and raised, where he walked from childhood, where he went to school, where he met his first friends and first love. This is where everything most often happens for the first time. Of course, exceptions can happen, but most often the native land is the most beloved one.

You can even say that your favorite land is not chosen, because you cannot choose exactly where to be born. How can you not choose whether to love or not love your land. Most likely, you will love him, because this love will be passed on to you from your ancestors, grandmothers, grandfathers, moms and dads.

My favorite land always leaves only fond memories, and most often only pleasant moments are recalled.Most likely, this is a property of memory, but the reason is not only this. As long as we are small and live with our parents, we do not often have serious problems. And even if it does arise, then our parents also help us to cope with their decision.Perhaps this is why so many wonderful memories are associated with our native and beloved land, and all the bad things that happened are obscured by something brighter.

If a person has his favorite land, it means that he has a place where he can always come and feel at home, feel very comfortable in his place. This feeling is very important, it gives confidence in oneself, in the future, it instills confidence in many things. This is probably why people who lose their home, move it of their own free will to another place, feel so lost.

My favorite land is my native land, the place where I was born and where I grew up. This place is very dear to me also because my parents grew up there, there is my story. Even if this story is not very long, but this is the story of my family, and it was born and continues in my beloved land. This is very important to me, and everything in my region is of value to me, since everything is a part of me.

When I think about my beloved and native land, I want to make it better, I want to instill the same love for everyone who calls it their homeland. I would like every inhabitant of my region to realize that this region is our little homeland, and if we do not take care of it, no one will take care of it. This is very important, because the region cannot exist on its own, it needs our support and attention. Except us, no one else can give him this.