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Municipal budgetary educational institution

Kazachemyssk secondary school

Regional essay competition

« This is where my homeland begins»

Head: teacher of Russian language and literature

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Our Russia is great, its vast expanses are wide. But for everyone

There is nothing more important than a person’s small homeland. But what do we mean by these

words - “ small homeland"? For me, as for many other people, small

homeland is something that has surrounded me since birth, that I know almost perfectly, that I was able to feel, understand with my soul...

“Oh, these lovely expanses, the water is clear to the bottom. Around the fields and forests there are patterns - a side dear to the heart“- this is how the poet expresses his attitude towards his native village. I would like to say these kind, warm lines about my native corner - Cossack Cape.

Why do I love him? Difficult question... Maybe because I was born and raised here. Here I am one of my own. Here is my home, my family, my favorite street, school.
« I’m on friendly terms with any stream or grove, this is where it all began for me" For me, such a beginning was my small homeland - the small village of Cossack Cape, freely spread out on the banks of the Omka River. There is a special, discreet beauty in it.

In summer it is surrounded by greenery and flowers. Islands of snow-white birches, fields of amazing daisies, golden dandelions, blue cornflowers and a huge ocean of green meadows. And in winter, when snow covers all the roads, it’s so nice to sit by the stove and warm up. How beautiful it is here in the spring, when all the leaves bloom! And nowhere is there such a clear blue sky.

For me, my village is my native and close to my heart land. My roots are here, my grandfathers and great-grandfathers are buried here.

It has its own history. And I'm very proud of it.

Yes, our ancestors knew how to work native land! Then, in the 60s - 80s of the last century, the work of a peasant was held in high esteem, as was the work of a teacher and doctor. My great-grandfathers: and, - recalled that time with pride, and they also spoke with great respect about the people with whom they worked together. Many of them are no longer alive. They all did a lot for the village and glorified it with their work. For their great personal contribution to the development of agricultural production, the development of education and culture and other branches of production, Arkady Alekseevich Zaitsev, Pyotr Fedorovich Molodykh, Andrei Khristianovich Heinz received the title "Honorary Citizen of the District." Honored teachers worked at the school for many years: Maria Nikolaevna Solovyova, Tatyana Stepanovna Martyanova; Excellent people in public education: Nina Mikhailovna Korotkova, Alexey Konstantinovich Daletsky, Galina Ivanovna Basalyko. There are a lot of order bearers in the village: Erika Genrikhovna Zaitseva, Alexander Dmitrievich Steklenev, Andrei Khristianovich Heinz. Tamara Dmitrievna Androsova is an Honored Trade Worker of the Russian Federation.

Now rural life has become different. Every year our villages become less and less populated. Old people are dying, young people are leaving for other lands. Many people are unemployed. We all love our native village. And it is very painful for us to watch it die. The village is no longer what it was before. There has been no collective farm for a long time; individual entrepreneurs plow and sow in the fields. Every year, most of the land is overgrown.

Native fields! They are dead without skillful human hands and constant care for them. All this looks especially sad in the spring, when there is still no greenery. But work on earth has always been considered the most difficult, but noble task.

At all times he was respected and revered by people.

Our youth are in a hurry to leave for the city. After all, there have been no jobs or income in the countryside for a long time. There will be no dense golden fields and productive dairy farms if young people do not promptly pick up the baton of the older generation of villagers and are not filled with love for their small homeland, the land of their fathers or fatherland, as it was called in the old days.

That’s why it hurts me when there is disorder in it, and I’m happy when improvements appear. I don’t want our village to disappear from the face of the earth! I believe that Cossack Cape can and should be saved by those children who are currently studying at school, that is, my peers. They will not run away to the city for a beautiful life, but will make it better in their native village. There is a proverb: “Where you were born, you come in handy.” The village needs young, strong, beautiful, smart, hard-working, cheerful people. History is made by people. The future of the state depends on us. You cannot say that you love your Motherland without loving your small homeland. It seems to me that in the future everything will be fine for the village, because not everyone wants to leave their native land, the place where you were born and raised. Here you know every corner and only here do you feel truly happy.
I really want to believe that through joint efforts we will try to do everything to preserve our village. I’ll soon finish school, and I have a direct road to the city, but I can’t imagine life without my home, without my native place. I like living in the countryside, because a villager is always closer to nature.
In the village everyone knows each other, they live in friendship and harmony. Always together in joy and sorrow. In difficult times, you can find sympathy and support from those who live next to you. I love my village very much and wish it development and prosperity. When I receive an education, I will return to my homeland to participate in its revival.

Nowadays there is no war, but we must defend and take care of our Motherland every day. And caring for one’s native land is inseparable from caring for its riches and nature, the state of which, unfortunately, today is of great concern.

Is it possible not to sincerely love and not adore your land, with which you are connected by the blood of your ancestors, your first steps, first words, joys? Here, every corner preserves history, being a monument to the great past.

I also dream of making my contribution so that my land will become famous far and wide as a magical great land. I sincerely wish that my children, our future generation, live in a free land and make their contribution to the development native land, were proud of the simple, friendly people who saved this beautiful land for them. I really want to see my native village beautiful and prosperous. Let the gardens always bloom in it, children’s voices be heard, and fellow villagers work successfully and live happily!

Thank you for everything, my beloved village!

Tambov region... For some it is simply a meaningless sound, one of the regions on our great Russian land. But for real Tambov residents, including me, Tambov is an integral part of my soul. With age, our concepts of the Motherland will expand significantly, but the beginning of my Fatherland - the Tambov region, will remain in my heart forever...

But what do we mean by these words - “small homeland”? For me, like for many other people, my small homeland is what surrounds me from birth, those places that I know almost perfectly, that I was able to feel, understand with my soul...

The expression “Tambov wolf” is known throughout Russia. But not a single Tambov resident would want only these words to be associated among Russians with the Tambov region. Our city is beautiful in its own way. There are no drawbridges or tall skyscrapers here, but that’s not the main thing! We don’t have any exotic things: everything here is simple and calm. But this is precisely what makes him attractive in its own way. I know a lot of Muscovites who come to our region to take a break from the bustle of the capital and gain spiritual and physical strength. No wonder the famous composers S.V. Rachmaninov and P.I. Tchaikovsky loved to be here so much, it was so easy for them to work here. Judge for yourself... How pleasant it is to walk along the clean, cozy streets, where lovingly restored ancient buildings are closely intertwined with modern buildings. Bright golden-domed temples are buried in greenery, the sight of which fills you with a feeling of some unearthly lightness. There are bright flower beds at literally every step. There are many fountains sparkling merrily in the sun. You can feel the love of Tambov residents for their city in everything. You look at this beauty, and your mood naturally improves, you want to enjoy every day... It seems to me that even our people are kinder and more sympathetic than in the metropolis, where everyone is busy only with themselves. I believe that having visited our city, it is no longer possible to remain indifferent to it!

Muscovites and St. Petersburg residents hear the name of their hometown from all sides and they do not understand the trepidation that I experience when I hear such a thing on some all-Russian television programs native word- Tambov! I am overwhelmed with a sea of feelings when I find some new interesting information from the history of my native places. And the more I learn about them, the better I understand my homeland, the more I love it...

People who come to our city immediately pay attention to the unusual monument to the Tambov peasant. There is no such thing anywhere. But what did our peasant do to deserve such attention? With your hard work, of course. From early morning until late evening, the Tambov people worked on our fertile lands. Some went to work in Moscow. The most greedy for work, ready to work until exhaustion and for the lowest wages, were people from the Tambov lands.

Life in the village is difficult even today, but people still try not to leave their homes. The Tambov peasantry has not died out; it still feeds our vast Motherland. Our crumbly white potatoes, the famous Michurin apples of many varieties, sugar beets are famous everywhere... All these are environmentally friendly products, grown with care and love on our most fertile black soil. And even the most modern agricultural machines cannot completely replace the labor of a peasant. This is not the bright, but the real heroism of the Tambov man. The monument to him was created by sculptor V. Ostrikov and opened in the fall of 2007. There is nothing special in the sculpture - a barefoot man with a plow in his hands calmly looks somewhere up. He's been through a lot. And it will survive again. And as long as there are such workers on our land, Russia can be calm.

You can think endlessly about the topic of your homeland. A great deal has been written about her beautiful poems, stories, songs. I want to finish my story with the lines of our Tambov poetess Valentina Dorozhkina:

"I can't help but admire you

I sing a song about you

And I bow low for happiness

In a blessed land to live"

Excerpt from a poem

“Tambov region is my Fatherland!”

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Valentina Lyalenkova
Poems “Here is the beginning of my Motherland...”

Here is the beginning of my Motherland...

This is a sweet spot here.

Like a boat wave to the pier

I'm always drawn here.

And that village on the hill,

What else do you sometimes dream about?

A piece of forest, a river, a field -

That view is beautiful from the window.

And this street by the river,

Where I have been living for many years.

Neighbors are kind and cordial

Everyone lives together, in plain sight.

And this city that is called

The familiar word is Red Hill.

You hear it, it will respond in your heart,

After all this is my parents' house.

And everything that surrounds you in life,

AND kindergarten that he has become dear

Gives me strength, inspires me,

After all, this is my beloved region.

Here is the beginning of my Motherland...

Where I live, create, love.

And where I feel with all my heart

I'm a need To your homeland.

Lyalenkova V.V.

Red Hill is my little one Motherland,

Where the Neledina River flows,

Where does it grow in the garden? currant,

And the lilac blooms under the window.

Red hill - you, my birch land,

You're standing on a beautiful hill,

In the center of our Russia - Motherland,

You beckon me with quiet happiness.

Red Hill is our small town,

But it is famous for its history.

From the holy elder Anthony,

To famous many people.

Red Hill, you are true to traditions,

Our fairs are good.

Bright trail Krasnokholmsky holidays

They leave it in people's souls.

Red Hill is a town in the province,

But you have become dear to me.

After all, my work, destiny and life,

It's all connected with you.

Red Hill - you are a piece of our native land,

You are a gentle pier for the heart.

Red Hill is my little one Motherland,

Red Hill - you the beginning of time.

V. V. Lyalenkova

Publications on the topic:

Lesson summary “White birch is a symbol of my Motherland!” Topic: “White birch is a symbol of my Motherland!” Goal: Fostering love for native nature and respect for it. Objectives: Educational:.

Abstract of the educational activity "Flag of my small Motherland - Mordovia" (for children of middle preschool age) Integration educational areas: educational.

Summary of GCD using ESO in the middle group “White birch - a symbol of my Motherland” Program content: 1. Expand and deepen children’s knowledge about birch as a plant in central Russia, using electronic means.

Literary and musical composition “Everything begins here, in our native land” (senior preschool age) Prepared by the teacher of the Children's Preschool Educational Institution.

Project passport Type of project: creative and informational. Project duration: medium-term. Project participants: - older children.

Goal: to consolidate children’s knowledge about the name of the country and its nature. Introduce the geographical map “Nature of Russia”. Form an idea.

This is where my homeland begins

This is where my homeland begins

Composition

11th grade students

MBOU secondary school village Ozerki

Zhuravleva Anastasia

Rudnitskaya L. N.

Lindenau village history

The history of our village began in the 13th century. The German knightly order conquered and settled the eastern lands. Small settlements sprang up. From about 1334 - 1338, the area where the village of Gross later arose -Lindenau began to change: peasants cut down forests, plowed the land, sowed grain, mowed the meadows. Craftsmen and workers built houses, stables and sheds, so a small settlement arose here, which later became a small village, which later became a small village.

How did Lindenau get his name? There were many linden trees and meadows here. Someone combined these two names, and our village received this name. This was around 1338/1339. Until 1950, there was a forestry in Gross-Lindenau, since the forest reached the borders of the village. There was a school in the center of the village. It was founded in the mid-19th century. The following names of teachers are known: the main teacher - Polte, Strötzel. Shpode, Arendt and Orlovsky were teachers for many years. The number of inhabitants in the village increased, and the available school was not enough. After the end of the First World War, they decided to introduce another class. At first they rented a room from the peasant Grubee, and later from the Pol family. The new school was never built.

Before the First World War, most residents of the village worked for wealthy peasants or in forestry, if they were not artisans or merchants. Peasants earned money by hauling trees.

Things got a little better when the company Windshield and Langelott appeared in the village. The company supplied gravel and sand to Königsberg for construction, and later for concreting. Already in 1860 there were two railway tracks on the Konigsberg - Insterburg section. The station was supposed to be in Gross-Ottenhagen, but the peasants did not want to give up their land for the construction of the station, and then the owner Heubach from Kapkaim provided his land for the construction railway station station in Gross-Lindenau.

Residents of Gross-Lindenau cultivated the land, grew vegetables, cereals and potatoes, and kept livestock. The milk arrived at the milk processing station, which was located between the station and the Windshield and Langelott company. Cheese and butter were also produced here. The peasants also did not have to transport cereals, since there were two mills in the village. One was in the center of the village, its owner was Erwin Nolde, the second was towards the forest lake. It was a two-story building built in 1928. Its owner was Karl Weissenberg.

Gross-Lindenau was a village of many professions and crafts: baker, butcher, carpenter, potter, chimney sweep, shoemaker, tailor and many others. There was even a small pastry shop and butcher shop. In 1939, the village had 1,509 inhabitants. There was a post office building near the station. Two gendarmes kept order; they were Messrs. Klot and Borg. There were also doctors: first Dr. Botpan, later Dr. Schultz. There was also a pharmacy in Gross Lindenau. There were also their own associations: a security guild, a sports union. In 1907 - 1908, a voluntary fire brigade was created.

During Soviet times, a village council was also created in the new Gross-Lindenau. The first chairman of the village council was Dynnik Alexey Stepanovich. It was he who suggested renaming Gross-Lindenau to Ozerki. Obviously, he was guided by the fact that there was a small lake opposite the village council building, the second lake was south of the first, plus two small lakes were north of the castle, closer to the forest. A collective farm was organized in the village.

One of the main attractions of the village is the water pumping station. When Soviet troops surrounded Koenigsberg, the city was not left without water. The water came from the Ozerkov water pumping station. Not far from the station, in Soviet times, a sand and gravel quarry began to operate. As soon as the sand and gravel quarry began to work, a reinforced concrete products plant began operating in the village. In the seventies of the last century, a branch of the Kaliningrad Quartz plant was located in Ozerki.

The Ozerkovo school in the premises of a former castle existed until 1971. The fact is that the building had a number of significant inconveniences for children. The room was heated with coal and wood, so the students on duty, and often the teachers, had to bring a bucket of coal and wood to the classroom after school to light the stove. There was no water in the room either. Each floor had a special tank with a tap. It was filled with water, which was taken from a well in the yards nearby. Water was also taken from wells for cleaning the premises. It was also brought to classes by the students on duty.

This was a small part of the history of the village in which I was born. I'm glad I discovered something new. Hope. You were also glad to know the history of your village. After all, it started a long time ago and was very interesting.

Here is the beginning of my homeland Essay 11th grade student MBOU Secondary School of the village. Ozerki Zhuravlevoy Anastas

More works

Tasks:

Educational:

systematize the idea that for every person a small homeland is the place where he was born and where he spent his childhood;
improve the ability to create houses of different sizes by drawing;
choose your own color to create the overall composition.

Educational:

develop verbal communication skills, develop the ability to read poetry expressively, and use adjectives in speech;
develop imagination and desire to depict your city in drawings;
develop the ability to work in a team.

Educational:

to cultivate moral and patriotic feelings for one’s small homeland;
continue to cultivate friendly relationships between people.

Preliminary work:

conversations about the native land, about the family: “Me and my family”, “A day off with my parents”, “The city where I live”;
viewing family photographs and illustrations about Yelabuga;
drawing on the theme “Portrait of my mother”;
learning poems: “There is no better native land” (P. Voronko), “Let's sit in silence” (E. Blaginina). Learning sayings: “Where you were born, you are useful there”, “On your native side, even a pebble is familiar”;
consideration of joint works of children and parents from the “Me and My Family” series.

Children enter the group and greet the guests.

Educator: - Children, I want to show you a rebus. (Rebus 7ya is placed on the magnetic board). Guess the word that is hidden here.

Children's answers:- This is the word “family”.

Educator: - Right. We'll talk about family today. What is family?

Children's answers:- This is mom, dad, grandma, grandpa and children.

Educator:- Do you have a family album at home? Which photos are the most interesting? Looking at the album, you can remember the holidays and events of your family.

Educator:- Some children brought family photographs from home and want to tell you about their families.

(Alina and Rodion talk about their families from photographs).

Now Alina will read a poem about family.

Family is happiness, love and luck.
Family means trips to the country in the summer.
Family is a holiday, family dates,
Gifts, shopping, pleasant spending.
The birth of children, the first step, the first babble,
Dreams of good things, excitement, trepidation.
Family is work, caring for each other,
Family means a lot of housework.
Family is important!
Family is difficult!
But it is impossible to live happily alone!
Always be together, take care of love,
Drive away grievances and quarrels,
I want my friends to talk about us:
How nice your family is!

Now we will play with the ball. The game is called “What is our family?” (The teacher throws the ball to the child, he calls - kind, has many children, good, hardworking, wonderful, athletic, exemplary, caring, strong, friendly, ideal, etc.)

Educator: - You have different families, different houses, but you are all united by the fact that you love your family, your home. They love you there and are waiting for you. And as long as our family is with us, we can do anything.

Now let’s play the game “I can do this too.”

Who, tell me, maybe children,
Repeat these movements?
I raise my hands up.
Children: - I can do that too.
Educator: - I’ll look to the right, to the left.
Children: - I can do that too.
Educator: - I’ll turn my head.
Children: - I can do that too.
Educator: - And then I’ll sit down and stand up.
Children: - I can do that too.
Educator: - And I won’t get tired at all.
Children: - I can do that too.
Educator: - I can do everything in the world.
Children: - I can do that too.

Educator: - You all have a home, a family. What unites you all?

Children's answers:- We all live in the city of Yelabuga.

Educator: - What are the people of our city called?

Children's answers:- Yelabuzhans.

Educator: - Look, children, at the panorama of the city. What a beautiful city ours is. What else is he?

Children's answers:- Ancient, beloved, big, green, dear, pure.

Now we will go for a walk around the city.

(children approach the board on which hangs a diagram (the game “Steps of the Rooster” according to Zak) photographs with the sights of Yelabuga. Children move around the field in in a certain order: step straight, step obliquely, and when they get to a certain photograph, children name the place depicted on it).

Educator: - Like a person, a city has its age. How old is our city?

Children's answers: - 1000 (a lot).

Educator: - Every city has its own history. You can learn about how people lived and what they did many years ago in the local history museum.

There are many different streets in the city. Name the street where your house is located. On what street is our kindergarten located?

Children's answers: Our kindergarten is located on Molodezhnaya Street.

Educator: - The place where a person was born, where he spends his childhood, is usually called his small homeland.

The city of Elabuga is our small homeland, our hometown. What should be done to keep it beautiful and dear?

Children's answers: - You need to protect it, take care of it, don’t litter it, love it.

Educator:- You will become adults and maybe move to another city, but Elabuga will always be in your heart. “Our homeland is more beautiful than the sun,” says a Russian proverb. People write poems and sing songs about their Motherland.

One of these poems will now be read by Angelina.

V. Stepanov “What do we call Motherland?”

What do we call Motherland?
The house where you and I live,
And the birch trees along which
We walk next to mom.
What do we call Motherland?
A field with a thin spikelet,
Our holidays and songs,
Warm evening outside the window.
What do we call Motherland?
Everything that we cherish in our hearts,
And under the blue-blue sky
Russian flag over the Kremlin.

Physical exercise.

I want to build a house
(Fold your hands like a house and raise them above your head)
So that there is a window in it,
(Join the fingers of both hands into a circle)
So that the house has a door,
(We connect the palms of our hands together vertically)
Nearby for a pine tree to grow.
(We raise one hand up and “spread” our fingers)
So that there is a fence around
The dog guarded the gate,
(We join our hands in a lock and make a circle in front of us)
It was sunny, it was raining,
(First, we raise our hands up, fingers “spread”. Then we lower our fingers down, making “shaking” movements)
And the tulip bloomed in the garden!
(Put your palms together and slowly open your fingers - “tulip bud”)

Educator: - Residents of the city work at different enterprises, but on weekends they relax. The city has wonderful places to relax. Name them.

Children's answers: Shishkinsky ponds, children's playground "Cheburashka", Ice Palace, "Devil's Settlement", museums, beach, cinemas, Palace of Culture.

Educator: - You can just walk along the streets of our beautiful city and see what kind of houses there are in the city. Dasha wants to read a poem about what houses are like.

There are different types of houses:
High and low
Green and red
Far and near.
Panel, brick
They seem to be ordinary.
Useful, wonderful -
Houses are different

Now I propose to draw your home street, your home. (Children draw)

Now our drawings are ready. They contain a piece of our love for our hometown. (Children look at the drawings).

Educator: - Children, what new did you learn today?

Children's answers: -

Educator: - Well done.