Essay on the topic “My small Motherland.” How to express your love? Primary school project: My small homeland How to finish a story about a small homeland

“Competition of creative works (essays) of teachers of educational institutions of the region “My Orenburg Region”, dedicated to the Year of the Teacher.”

Essay on the topic of:

"My little homeland"

Shtannikova Galina Feogentovna, primary school teacher,

461018 Orenburg region

Buzuluksky district

Municipal educational institution "Shakhmatovskaya basic secondary school"

Tel.: 6-36-77

2010

Are there many villages in Russia?

Among native fields.

But there is no one more beautiful than you

And there is no one dearer than you.

You are with me forever,

Like the first spring–

My native village

Native side.

Rus', Motherland, Fatherland, Russia... Saying these words, in our
In the image, a thin birch tree comes to mind. A light breeze plays with her silky green braids, ruffling them along the white trunks. The vast expanse, deep blue sky and white-white clouds. This is our homeland Russia.

Homeland is the place where you were born, where you took your first steps, went to school, and found true and faithful friends. And this is also the place where a person became a Human, learned to distinguish bad from good, do good, love, where he heard his first kind words and songs...

Each of us also has a “small homeland”. There is nothing more valuable than the place where you were born and raised, and also where you have lived for many years. For me, this is my village Shakhmatovka.

In 2009, the Buzuluk district celebrated its eightieth anniversary. 80 years is a respectable age for a person, but quite young for a territory. One can say about the Buzuluk district that it is young in age, but not in business. The Fatherland is famous not only for bread. Among its wealth are oil and gas. The special pride of the area is a wonderful gift of nature - the greatest Buzuluksky forest, which was recently given the status of a national reserve.

Throughout its history, our small homeland has been destroyed more than once. Like many cities and villages, the Buzuluk land suffered a bitter share - peasant unrest, an uprising led by Emelyan Pugachev. Revolution, the Great Patriotic War, economic devastation - and again revival and development...

My native land, where the fields are endless,

Where there is such beauty - a pen cannot describe,

Where in the morning there is dew in the grass, where there are green willows

They look into the river reaches - what grace.

Birches of beauties are white,

Forest lakes blue, -

I'll tell you, I've liked all this since childhood,

The land of the artisan people,

The land of my parents

My land, my land is beautiful!

To the northeast of Buzuluk, on the Buzuluk-Grachevka highway, on both sides of the Cherneika River, lies the village of Shakhmatovka.

Dear outback, dear village!

Open spaces, blue sky,

The dawn is wonderful, the sunset is amber,

A rooster crows in the morning - a rebel.

The white church is full of people,

And the moon is reflected in the river.

Dear outback, dear village!

Expanse frisky across the field,

Fragrant grass - mowing,

And flocks of butterflies and wasps,

A bird's nest under the leaves.

You and I live in the village.

Dear outback, dear village!

Fate connected us with you.

Wherever I go, I see

Birches of girlfriends in an orderly row.

I will return to the village and look joyfully,

And I will breathe in the smell of my homeland with trepidation.

The year 1795 is the year our village was founded. Shakhmatovka was founded by Cossack interpreter Matvey Arapov on donated lands. Ensign Matvey Arapov, in combat with the Kazakh horde of the Middle Zhuz for saving the regimental Banner, was named nobility with the provision of 100 dessiatines of land in the Trans-Volga steppes.

Arapov's peasant farm had only two households. In 1811, the village of Grachevka appeared, and a postal route was laid along the Tok River through Arapovka to the Buzuluk fortress, which contributed to the settlement of the ataman’s economy. In the fourth half of the 18th century, settlers came from the Kursk, Oryol, and Tambov provinces: the Shakhmatov Verkhovtsevs, Shanins, Gorlovs, Istomins, Zuevs, and Nevzorovs. In 1897, a wooden church in the name of St. Michael was built. The village became a village. Residents of the surrounding villages of Malogasvitskoe Novokazanka, Ramzinka, Nikolaevka got married, registered newborn children, and saw off the deceased on their last journey.

According to the lists of populated places of the Samara province for 1900, Shakhmatovka was considered a state village, Russian, Orthodox, with the number of households 144, inhabitants 924 people, land - 1457 acres

The village was part of the Staroteplovskaya volost. People were engaged in farming, hunting and fishing. In 1910, the number of households increased to 147, the population was 1044 people: men - 482, women - 562. At the church there were 2 parochial schools, two water mills, and a zemstvo station. 5 km. from Shakhmatovka to the south in the Cherneika floodplain, there was a farmstead of the Buzuluk monastery with a land area of 175 dessiatines, 65 dessiatines were considered the property of the abbot of the monastery.

In October 1917, a Red Guard squad was organized in the village. It included Ivan Nikonorovich Zuev, brothers Mikhail and Zakhar Egorov, Mikhail Shanin. And on the basis of the resolution of the Buzuluksky Executive Committee dated January 4, 1918, in connection with the abolition of the district and volosts, the Shakhmatovo Rural Council of Workers, Peasants and Red Guard Deputies was formed. And Ivan Nikonorovich Zuev was elected as the first chairman. The first entry for 1921 was preserved in the civil registration book: “The Shakhmatovs, Andrei and Natalya, had an eighth child, Nikolai.” In 1930, the first collective farm “Red Partisan” was organized, and Loshkarev was elected chairman of the collective farm. In 1931, Shakhmatovskaya MTS began operating, Timofey Ivanovich Ryaplov was appointed director. Next, a branch of the oil depot was opened, and before the war, a general store, which was headed by Maria Stepanovna Egorova for a long time. Maria Stepanovna worked in trade for more than 30 years. For many years of work and great contribution to solving the economic problems of the Buzuluk District Pool, her name is included in the regional Book of Honor.

In 1930, worship in the Orthodox Church ceased. A first-level school was opened in the village in the house of the kulak M.P. Istomin. The organizer of the school was I.N. Zuev, who brought school furniture from the Klyuchevskaya school. In the 1934–1935 academic year, a new seven-year school was opened in the building of a former church. Mikhail Petrovich Verkhov was appointed director. Spouses Larionov, Evgeny Kuzmich and Olga Leontyevna, Vaselenkov Vasily Ilyich and Anna Fedorovna, Zaitseva Alexandra Yakovlevna, Smolyaninova A.A. For many years we taught children to read and write.

In 1965, Alexey Ivanovich Zavrazhnov was appointed director of the school. The 1967 school year began in a new school with 192 places.

N and today there are 78 students studying at the school. The school is headed by Olga Petrovna Vlasova.

The oldest teacher is Gorlova Raisa Sergeevna, who worked at the school for 45 years, has numerous certificates from the Regional and District Department of Education.

Shakhmatovka is very interesting with its history. Our fellow countryman Bamburov was awarded the sword “For Valor and Courage” for his courage and heroism in the Patriotic War of 1812.

1941

The longest day of the year

With its cloudless weather

He gave us a common misfortune.

For everyone. For all four years.

War…

She made such a mark

And laid so many on the ground,

That twenty years, and thirty years

The living couldn't believe they were alive

In the summer of 1941, war suddenly broke into the homes of Chess players. They went to the front. 125 young collective farmers were drafted, 77 of them laid down their lives on the fronts of the Great Patriotic War. They are not forgotten; a monument was erected in their honor.

On the Stalingrad land, the names of fellow countrymen are recorded in the “Wall of Memory”: Gorlov Fedor, Gorlov Mikhail, Karachkov Alexander. Marshal Rokosovsky in his memoirs mentions Sergei Mikhailovich Shakhmatov, holder of two Orders of Glory.

Alexander Fedorovich Artamonov fought on the Oryol-Kursk Bulge, on the approaches to Warsaw, liberated Belarus, and stormed Berlin. He was awarded two Orders of the Red Star, medals “For the Defense of Stalingrad”, “For the Liberation of Warsaw”, “For the Capture of Berlin”, “For Courage”, “For Victory over Germany”.

Nikolai Kuzmich Gorodetsky credited himself with 1 year in 1942 and went to the front. He fought as part of the 2nd and 3rd Ukrainian Fronts. Awarded the Order of the Red Banner, medal "For Courage", medal "For Victory over Germany in the Great Patriotic War"

Shakhmatov Nikolai Mikhailovich went through the war from the first day to the last. He fought as part of the 3rd Belorussian and 2nd Ukrainian fronts.

He was awarded the Order of Glory, 3rd degree, the Order of the Red Star, the medal “For Valor and Courage in the Great Patriotic War,” and the medal “For Victory over Germany in the Great Patriotic War.”

The brothers Mikhail and Nikita Zhuravlev, military officers - holders of many orders, N.I. Gorlov, A.I. Korchagin, showed themselves to be active participants in the hostilities. A.M. Zhuravlev finished his military career as Captain I Rank of the Black Sea Fleet.

Having passed through the difficult roads of war, the front-line victors returned to their native village.

We, the younger generation, keep the memory of our fallen fellow countrymen and today we bow our heads to the soldiers - front-line soldiers, home front workers who have lived to this day. We never forget about them. School students are actively involved in Timur work. The children invite them to meetings at school and help them in collecting firewood, harvesting crops, and clearing snow. Every year they put in order the monument to those who died during the Great Patriotic War. And on the eve of the 65th anniversary, the students planted the Walk of Fame in front of the monument.

The soldiers of the first Czechoslovak battalion, which was located in the city of Buzuluk, left a good memory of themselves. Due to the strict wartime requirements, the timing of combat training was compressed to the limit. But, despite this, soldiers and officers found an opportunity to help the working people of the village. The oldest chairman of our collective farm, I.P. Sbrodov, told how in difficult times, when only women, old people and children remained, he went to Buzuluk to Ludvik Ivanovich Svoboda to ask for help in harvesting. He said: “We will help you.” For almost a month, Czechs and Slovaks worked together with collective farmers in harvesting and haymaking in our village.

The fighting traditions of their fathers and grandfathers were continued by young guys who performed international duty in Afghanistan and the Caucasus.

Nalivkin Sergey Vasilievich – participant in the Afghan war. He was awarded the Order of the Red Star and the medal “To an Internationalist Warrior from the grateful Afghan people.” Sergei Vasilyevich worked as the head of the administration of the Shakhmatovo village council for 13 years. He did not die from a bullet; school students honor his memory - visit his grave and lay flowers.

Prokofiev Evgeniy Vladimirovich, Vlasov Viktor Aleksandrovich, Artemenko Evgeniy Ivanovich, Makkaev Igor Gavrilovich took part in military operations on the territory of the Chechen Republic.

In the 50s, the collective farm “Red Partisan” merged with the collective farm “Red Wave” (Dementeevka) and them. XVII Party Meeting (Fox Glade). Shakhmatovka remains the fifth brigade, the village council is abolished, transferred to Pokrovka, and later to Lisya Polyana. For about 30 years, Shakhmatovka was considered the fifth brigade of the collective farm. XVII Party Congress. During this time, the Shakhmatov brigade firmly stood on its feet. People came here from all over the region as a school of excellence in animal husbandry, crop production and construction.

A lot of material assets have been created on the collective farm over the past decades, but our main wealth has been and remains people.

Klavdiya Semyonovna Nikiforova, a participant in the Great Patriotic War, was awarded the Order of the Great Patriotic War, the medal “For Valor and Courage in the Great Patriotic War.”

After the war, she worked on the collective farm named after. 17th Party Congress. She headed the MTF of Brigade No. 4. For labor successes she was awarded the Order of the October Revolution, the medal “For Valiant Labor in Commemoration of the 100th Anniversary of the Birth of V.I. Lenin”

Nina Timofeevna Nevzorova worked as a machine milking operator from 1959 until her retirement. He has state awards: the Order of Labor Glory, the medal “For success in the national economy of the USSR”, and has the title “Veteran of Agricultural Labor”. She was awarded the diploma “Best milkmaid in the Orenburg region in 1975”, and the diploma “Best machine milking operator in the region in 1983.” HER name is included in the regional Book of Honor.

Efimova Maria Fedorovna worked as a machine milking operator. She was awarded the medal “For valiant labor in commemoration of the 100th anniversary of the birth of V.I. Lenin”, awarded the title “Shock Worker of Communist Labor” (1971, 1985), “Master of Animal Husbandry 1st Class”.

Vanichkina Raisa Aleksandrovna was awarded the Order of the Badge of Honor, the medal “For Labor Valor”, the medal “For Valiant Labor in Commemoration of the 100th Anniversary of the Birth of V.I. Lenin”

Vladimir Timofeevich Strunyashev was awarded the Order of the Badge of Honor and the medal “Veteran of Labor”.

Govorkov Nikolai Vladimirovich - machine operator of the collective farm named after. 17th Party Congress, awarded the Order of Labor Glory, 3rd degree, and the badge “Winner of the 1979 Socialist Competition.

Our village is connected not only with agricultural production, but also with oil production. Our fellow villagers worked and are working at the field: Nevzorov Sergey Alekseevich, Korchagin Anatoly Nikolaevich, Volgin Viktor Aleksandrovich.

The President of Russia declared 2008 the Year of the Family. Family is the dearest, most intimate thing for every person. Family is a union of marital, child and parental love. The fusion of these three feelings creates a friendly atmosphere for the normal life of adults and children.

A mother has always been respected in society, and a mother of many children is doubly respected. The Motherhood Medal is awarded to mothers who have given birth and raised five and six children. This award was awarded to: Buzaeva Nina Ivanovna, Podgornova Nina Vasilievna, Kolesnikova Marfa Panteleevna, Rodkina Maria Evseevna, Istomina Vera Anisimovna,

The Order of Maternal Glory was awarded to Vera Pavlovna Surkova, Maria Yakovlevna Struzdyumova, and Lyubov Pavlovna Ibrina, who gave birth to and raised seven and eight children.

Nowadays, families with three children are considered large families. There are 7 families living in our village.

In the Chutkov family of Elena Vladimirovna and Andrei Mikhailovich and

The Kurushins Natalya Viktorovna and Vladimir Viktorovich each have four children.

Today we cannot help but remember the oldest people of our village. These people are living history. They were born at the beginning of the century. We have experienced with our Motherland the difficult years of its history, the joy of victory, and pride in its successes and achievements. The oldest resident of Shakhmatovka is Klavdiya Stepanovna Sokolovskaya. In 2009 she turned 95 years old.

A huge attraction in our village is the Mordovian folk ensemble “Naryad” - a repeated laureate of regional and all-Union amateur art competitions, and in 1994 became a laureate of an international folk art competition.

The ensemble is led by Elaeva Maria Mikhailovna.

The gentle wind whispers gentle words,

The fragrant flowers make my head spin,

And the sun is shining somehow more cheerfully

The branches on the birch trees began to dance.

The birds entertain us with their sonorous singing.

The clouds do not float, but dance in the heights,

Because today is a holiday in the village.

The villagers have cheerful, joyful faces

We gathered for the holiday to sing and have fun.

The long-awaited holiday has come to us as a guest,

So it will be fun, it will be good.

Our village is beautifully spread out both on hills and in lowlands, with country roads running through them. The village currently has 12 streets and one lane - this is Verkhnyaya, Dorozhnaya, Zarechnaya, Green, Lesnaya, Mirnaya, Nizhnyaya, Novaya, Sadovaya, Central, Shkolnaya, Yuzhnaya, Maysky Lane.

The center of the village is occupied by the main attractions: Village House of Culture, School, Kindergarten “Smile”, Village Council, First-aid post, Russian Post, Shops. There is also a dairy factory in the village.

The countryside is beautiful at different times of the year. In summer and autumn you can go to the forest and swim in the river. In winter, go sledding and skiing. In the spring, children can launch boats in the streams and have fun together.

Every person has a very close and dear place where he feels calm and at ease. There is no person on earth who does not feel love for their small Motherland, since everyone should have their own pier where they can stop for a while and take a break from worries and problems. I also have my own place where I can calmly spend my free time and not think about various matters and problems.

In my grandmother’s village there is that secret place where I can even breathe calmly. I really like to come here sometimes and be here alone, because then you can think about your deepest dreams. How nice it is to be on the river in summer! The sun is shining, the birds are singing... All this is my small homeland, which no one can take away from me. Evening comes, and all nature begins to play with completely different colors, which are very pleasing to the eye. In the valley beyond the river, there is a large meadow where storks roam carefree, who, like me, believe that this is their native corner. Night falls imperceptibly, and the huge sky begins to fill with the enchanting light of stars that burn very brightly and beckon.

I also really love visiting the village in winter, because at this time there is indescribable beauty here. It’s very pleasant to sit near a warm stove and know that there is bitter frost and blizzard outside... I always try to come to the village during my winter holidays and spend at least a couple of days here, since there are many interesting activities here: sledding and skiing, ice hockey local kids and just walks through the fresh and frosty forest. It’s just that when I rest like this, I gain new strength, which is enough for me until the end of the school year, and I’m ready to master all the sciences again, without even getting tired.

We all must protect and love our little Motherland, since we have only one. It can be different: a small house in the village, its own street in the city, but all this is very dear to our hearts. Sometimes I can’t visit my native places and then I miss them very much. It happens that I even dream of them in my dreams.

I really value my native place, which I was lucky enough to have. All my life, I will visit my family and favorite places, because I simply cannot live and breathe without them. All people are simply obliged to treat these places with special care and affection and never forget about them, since by doing this we are simply betraying our little Motherland, which raised us and sent us on a long voyage, but it is waiting for us to return to our native land. harbor. She will definitely meet us.

Essay My town is my small homeland

My city is not very big, but that makes me love it no less. It is not large in population, but has the proud title of a city. It is still growing and being built. I think if you want, you can describe it around its entire circumference in just a couple of hours, even less. And then, this time takes into account all the traffic jams that may occur on the roads.

And my favorite city is very green. This is what some people call it – the Green City. This is because we have a ton of trees and other plants. Residents plant and cultivate them themselves - old-timers even organize entire front gardens under the windows of their houses. Despite the fact that our houses, for the most part, are multi-story and quite high, some even try to cover them with beautiful and blooming ivy. At the height of flowering, this is an incredible sight. And the residents themselves are so happy about it - just open the window, and you will immediately touch the green stems and can even smell the wonderful and sweet smell of flowers. This is probably one of the most important reasons why they try so hard - each of them loves their city, beauty and plants.

And I can really call my city a small homeland. After all, this is where I grew up, learned something for the first time and went to school. As I already said, it is quite small, and therefore there are no higher educational institutions in it, despite the fact that it is considered scientific. Yes, this is another interesting fact about him. Initially, when it was first built, it was a closed scientific city, where diligent scientists worked for the benefit of science, studying atomic particles. This fact of history has had a very strong impact on our city - the flag has an image of an atom on it. An incredible coincidence, isn't it?

Despite such a seemingly dangerous type of activity, our city is very clean and safe. There are no harmful chemicals or similar substances observed in the area - the research center very wisely fenced off all its experiments with a large and strong fence, moving in its location right behind the largest highway. In fact, no one even goes there except the hardworking workers. Therefore, residents find it funny if one of the visitors glances sideways in surprise at the clean and safe town, explaining this by the fact that they thought that it would be worse here, in terms of ecology.

I love my city very much. After all, my city is my childhood. After all, my city is my small Motherland.

Option 2: Short essay

My Motherland is my little world, where I feel comfortable and warm. Every citizen of our country has a place where he feels very good and comfortable. Love for our small Motherland can be expressed in different ways, but I prefer to very often visit this corner dear to my heart, once in which I feel like I’m in a fairy tale. In the village, my grandmother has her own house, where this small Motherland is located, which I love very much and will never betray. The village is very nice in the summer, as here you can relax and gain new strength for the school year.

It’s especially good here in winter, as all nature freezes and waits for something mysterious and unpredictable. In winter, I really like to go to the forest, where it is somehow especially breathable. Together with the local guys we play hockey, ski and sled. We should all remember our native places and visit them whenever possible. After all, our small Motherland is waiting for us, and we must not let it down. A person has one homeland, she loves us like her own mother and takes pity on us, like her own children.

Several interesting essays

Analysis of Chekhov's story The Black Monk
Talent, genius, megalomania. Many writers have tried to cover these topics. In 1893, A.P. Chekhov wrote the story “The Black Monk” about his contemporary
The image and characteristics of Tatyana in the story of Mumu Turgenev essay
One of the minor characters in the work is Tatyana, presented by the writer in the image of a serf peasant working as a laundress for a Moscow lady who has practically no relatives.
What does Mtsyri see as happiness? essay
The plot of the poem “Mtsyri” unfolds around the main character of the work, a little boy who was raised by a monarch. At first the reader may think that Mtsyri is a lucky man
Essay The image of a thunderstorm in Ostrovsky's play The Thunderstorm
In Ostrovsky’s work “The Thunderstorm,” the image of a thunderstorm is symbolically and ambiguously expressed. This image combines several images that perfectly complement each other, thereby showing the problem from several sides
Essay based on Ostroukhov's painting Golden Autumn, grade 2 (description)
The painting depicts an ordinary Russian autumn landscape. But how beautiful he is! Autumn time is contradictory. On the one hand, it often rains during this season and the sky is covered with gray clouds. However, the trees are transformed, shining with bright colors

An essay about:

"My little homeland"

"Small Motherland, small Motherland,

Our spring and love,

The bitterness of rowan and the sweetness of currants,

Autumn's frowning brow...

No matter how much you read, you pass.

Years, kilometers and lines,

Our little Motherland is always with us -

Our blessed source."

The homeland is Russia, but each of us has a place where he was born, where everything seems special, beautiful and dear. Nothing on earth can be closer, sweeter than the small Motherland.

For some it is a big city, for others it is a small village, but all people love it equally. We grow and mature, but we will never forget our small Motherland. Every person should love their small homeland, know its history, the wonderful people who were born and raised here.

For me, my small homeland is a small village - Nikitinsky, where I have been living for 3 years now, where I spent my childhood.

Our village is a small, cozy corner where there is a lot of beauty. All conditions have been created here for a calm and carefree life, away from the bustle and problems of the city. Here people can relax and have a good time.

And it all began like this: a huge field of oats, birch copses, the soft autumn sun generously flooding everything around with its rays, birds singing - that’s all that the first residents and builders of the village saw and heard.

The village of Nikitinsky was founded in 1961, named after the engineer Nikitin, who drew up the construction plan.

Construction began of both wooden houses and brick buildings for various institutions: schools, kindergartens, clinics, clubs, libraries.

The local nature is beautiful and varied.

The village is surrounded by small birch groves and forests.

Rye and wheat ripen in the fields, and berries, mushrooms and a variety of medicinal plants grow in the forests.

There are two artificial reservoirs, which are referred to by local residents as ponds Nikitinsky and Tambovsky.

Our village is very beautiful at all times of the year.

In winter it looks like a fairyland. It is especially beautiful in spring when cherry, bird cherry, apple and lilac trees begin to bloom. In summer the village is all green, and in autumn everything is decorated with gold.

Local residents love their village and try to make it cozier and more beautiful: they plant trees and flowers, build playgrounds, take part in community clean-ups, take care of and protect nature. The streets are always clean. The development of the village does not stand still; it is constantly changing.

The people here are very kind, friendly and helpful, which is the most important asset of the village. It is their work that sustains the life of my small Motherland.

Holidays are just as fun and cheerful. All residents of the village: both adults and children take part in sports competitions, fun competitions, and quizzes. The songs of local creative groups can be heard everywhere.

In 2011, the village celebrated its 50th anniversary. All residents celebrated their birthday together.

And even though there are no architectural monuments in my village, no beautiful brick buildings, it is dear to me because it has become my little Motherland.

I love this village because it is not like any other city.

I want it to be the cleanest, most blooming, welcoming and cozy. But for this, we all must love and take care not only of ourselves, but also of everything that surrounds us. And we, the younger generation, will try to do everything to make our village prosper and become better and better.

When I grow up, I will leave here, but the best moments of my life associated with the village will forever remain in my memory.

I wish my village prosperity and prosperity.

Nikulina Yulia

The concept of “Motherland” has several meanings for me: it is also a great country with a great history. Its fields, forests, open spaces, cities that I have not yet been to. All peoples who live and work together. For me, my homeland is a memory of the history of my country. For me, my homeland is my native culture and the desire to preserve it. And, of course, the Motherland is my native village, its streets and alleys, winters and springs, its people. Homeland is friends and acquaintances, my family.

Download:

Preview:

Municipal state educational institution

Makarak Basic Secondary School

Composition

"My little homeland"

Nikulina Yulia, 10 years old,

4th grade student

Supervisor

Alexandrova Elena Vladimirovna,

primary school teacher

“Small Motherland, small Motherland, our spring and love,

The bitterness of rowan and the sweetness of currants, the frowning brow of autumn...

No matter how many years, kilometers and lines have passed,

Our small Motherland is always with us - our fertile source..."

Kira Zubareva

Small Motherland... What is it? Where are its boundaries? From where and to where does it extend? My small homeland is the village of Makaraksky. This is where I was born and took my first steps. From the first days of my life, I have been surrounded by the warmth and care of my family, warmed by the rays of the warm sun. And for me there is no place more beautiful than my native village. After all, everything here is mine. My family, my friends, my school...

What is family? This is me and my parents, brother, grandparents. I imagine a family in the form of a house made of different bricks. These are family traditions, work, love and friendship. And the roof of our house is a good mood.

Morning. The alarm clock rang. I just can’t open my eyes, I really want to sleep. And suddenly I hear a quiet, gentle voice: “Sunny, wake up, it’s time to get up!” I open my eyes and see mommy’s smile and her kind eyes. And so my day begins. Mom is my best friend. I trust her with all my little secrets. And dad is very funny! In the evenings we talk with him, draw, play. I have the most wonderful family! What could be more precious than family: a warm welcome to your father’s home. Here they always wait for you with love and see you off on your journey with kindness! (Annex 1)

Everyone has their own homeland, everyone has a little sun,

In the homeland, worries do not languish, in the homeland one sings more joyfully.

Everyone has their own homeland, everyone has a home where they were born,

And where he was born, he was useful there, that’s what our people say.

What a lofty meaning is contained in one short word - homeland. And for each person this word contains something of its own, personal, special and something general, more significant. Thinking about our homeland, we think about that wonderful place where we were born, grew up, and experienced our first joys and failures. Love for our homeland is instilled in us from childhood - by parents, educators, teachers.

I'm in second grade. I like studying. Every day you learn something new and interesting. This school year, in the elective “Studying our native land,” I learned the history of my school (Appendix 2), as well as the history of the birth of the village (Appendix 3).

The village of Makaraksky is a region that, once encountered, is difficult to part with. And if you have been here, may it remain with you forever, in your heart. Our places are beautiful at any time of the year. In winter everything is covered with a white tablecloth. Snow collects on tree branches. Spruce and pine trees are especially beautiful in this attire. It is impossible to describe all the beauty when everything is covered with frost. The village, located along the banks of the Kiya River, is surrounded by a green-blue necklace of waters and forests, all green in the summer and covered in snow in the winter. In autumn, the village begins to turn yellow, and when the leaves fall, they rustle melodiously underfoot. In summer, in warm weather, the embankment of the beautiful Kiya is filled with people of different ages.

And you, our village, look like a dream. And you, our village, preserve beauty.

Like summer waters in the sunset silence, both Russian nature and the Russian soul.

And in the open spaces of May, and in the lace of winter, you are dear to everyone and loved by everyone!

Our region is very rich! There are a lot of berries and mushrooms in the forest - a great help for the residents. We make delicious preserves, jams, and various compotes from the berries. We dry the mushrooms, marinate and salt them. Many medicinal plants. Our forests are home to a variety of animals: from field mice to moose and bears. Birds are not far behind in the number of species. These are black grouse, owls, tits, nuthatches, woodpeckers, blackbirds and many others. The nature of our native land is rich and varied. There are so many colors here! Among the sea of flowers, grasshoppers chirp and birds sing. The singing of birds makes your soul feel light and calm.

My family, my friends live here, and it is here, in my beloved village, that I want to live a happy, fulfilling life. We are the owners of our village. This is our house! Don’t we want our home to be in complete order, clean, warm, cozy and fun?! I want it very much! We Makaraks live on earth, and she is our nurse. Most of us, students of the Makarak school, after graduating, must remain in the village and work for its benefit. This responsible task will fall on the shoulders of our generation. We must study, work, build a new, happy life! I think we will succeed. After all, our homeland is also the people who surround us in everyday life. People who were born in their native land. There are many good people in our village. It was they who built our bright future, it was they who did everything they could for our village. It’s a little sad that everything that was achieved through such labor of these respected people has now gone into oblivion. Listening to the stories of the oldest residents of the village, I was surprised at everything. After all, all this happened in our village. And the factory, and the hospital, and the stable.....

Perhaps there is better and richer land somewhere. But for me, it’s better where I live, my little homeland - the village of Makaraksky. This is a sweet corner, forgotten by civilization, but surrounded and endowed with wonderful nature. I believe in your wonderful future!

I believe that my village will flourish, become more elegant and not die!

It will always flourish and surprise us with its beauty!

Tourism will glorify it, because beautiful nature cannot be taken away from us!