Saifullina Julia. Lyceum №2, Bugulma, Republic of Tatarstan, Russia
Composition in English with translation. Nomination Documents, letters, resume.

The letter to my friend about my hometown

I would like to invite you to my beloved hometown called Bugulma.

It is very beautiful and old. We have a lot of sights. It is a mixture of modern and ancient buildings.

You can visit our famous Museum of local lore, Jaroslav Gashek`s museum, Russian Drama Theater named after Batalov, the Center of Tatar Culture and to see the eternal flame.

We have a unique museum in our town. It is Jaroslav Gashek's museum. This is the only museum in the world, where you can learn a lot about the famous Czech writer.

The museum of Jaroslav Gashek is in a very old building and it is an interesting place to visit. Jaroslav Gashek, a famous Czech writer-satirist, came to Bugulma on the 16th of October in 1918 and lived in this building, where there is the museum now.

This museum is visited by lots of people.There are many exhibits in the museum. There is also a collection of Jaroslav Gashek's personal things there.

Whatever your interests - don’t forget to visit our local theater where you can watch different performances to your taste.

Bugulma is one of the most exiting places in the world. I hope you will come to us as soon as you get some free time and you won’t regret.

I send you some photos of my town, where you will recognize the places I have described above. I look forward to seeing you in my town.

Dear Kate,

I want to invite you to my beloved hometown of Bugulma. It is a very beautiful and ancient city. It has many attractions. It is a combination of modern and old buildings.

You can visit our famous Museum of Local Lore, the Museum of Yaroslav Gashek, the Russian Drama Theater named after Batalov, the Center of Tatar Culture and see the Eternal Flame.

Our city has a unique museum. This is the Hasek Museum. This is the only museum in the world where you can learn a lot about the famous Czech writer.

The Jaroslav Hasek Museum is located in an old building and is very interesting for visitors. Jaroslav Hasek, a famous Czech satirist writer, arrived in Bugulma on October 16, 1918 and lived in the house where the museum is now located.

This museum is visited by many people. There are many exhibits in the museum. There are also personal belongings of Yaroslav Hasek.

Whatever you are interested in, do not forget to visit our local theater, where you can see performances for every taste.

Bugulma is one of the most wonderful places in the world. I hope you will come to us as soon as possible and you will not regret it.

I am sending you some photos of my city, where you will recognize the places that I described above. I am looking forward to seeing you in our city.

Best wishes,

Hello dear Arina!
In my letter I will tell you about where my Motherland begins! The Motherland begins with the first step I have taken, with the first word, with the first book I read, with my home, village, region.
Do you hear the song of the brook?
This is your homeland.
Do you hear the voice of the nightingale?
This is your homeland.
Your mother's hands
Ringing, rains, and the noise of branches,
And currants in the forest -
This is also the Motherland.
Homeland! This is a short but expensive word; it sounds like music. KD Ushinsky said: “Our Fatherland, our Motherland is Mother Russia. We call Russia Fatherland because our fathers and grandfathers have lived in it from time immemorial. We call her homeland because we were born in it, they speak in our native language and everything in it is native to us, and mother because she fed us with her bread, gave us drink with her waters, learned the language, how a mother protects and protects us ... A man has one own mother, one is his homeland. "
And where does the Motherland begin? Each person has a place that is especially dear to him. Wherever he lived on this huge planet. This place is called "small homeland". For us, our "small homeland" is our Kuban. There are 5 million of us, the territory of the region is larger than the territory of Belgium and Holland combined, and there are as many from us to the pole, as much to the equator. And it is difficult to imagine that once upon a time there was an endless sea of \u200b\u200bwild grasses, bushes, and many areas were swampy. What power and faith and love for their land our ancestors possessed if they revived the wild steppes, creating a unique place on earth - the Krasnodar Territory. Thanks to our climate, our Kuban is now known to everyone. It really is both the granary and the health resort of Russia. Sochi, Tuapse, Adler, Anapa, Novorossiysk, Taman, Yeisk are the cities known to the whole world. And among this splendor of resort towns and villages is my village Novoivanovskaya. She is small, you will not see her on every map, but the most dear and dear to me. Here is a completely different air, filled with the aromas of steppe grasses, here are birds singing their songs from dawn to dusk, here are poplars, like soldiers frozen in formation. This is my homeland. And what are the sunrises and sunsets here ?! It is here, looking into the dawn sky, you want to laugh and cry at the same time from the beauty that surrounds you. My village is located in the northeast of the Krasnodar Territory. It borders on the Rostov Region and the Stavropol Territory. Our village was founded in 1891. The pride of the village is the Holy Protection Church, a monument to the Unknown Soldier, the Eternal Flame at the Memorial to the perished villagers. But the most important wealth is the people living in this steppe village. They are real workers, masters of their craft: teachers, doctors, educators, agricultural workers, people who keep and enhance the traditions of our ancestors.
And also, I believe that the Motherland begins with a family, because a strong family is the greatest wealth. Family is home. This is dad and mom, grandfather and grandmother ... This is friendship and love. This is caring for each other. This is joy and sorrow, which are the same for everyone. These are habits and traditions. And it is also a support in all troubles and misfortunes. This is a fortress, outside of which only peace and love can reign. My family is my most important wealth. Our family is mom, dad, grandmother and me. And this "quartet" is inseparable. Well, how can you imagine yourself without one of them? The kind, affectionate hands of the grandmother who never seem to rest, they always have work to do. A mother who keeps our family hearth with her care and love. And, of course, there is no family without a dad, so reliable and solid. And I, the younger generation of our family, try to keep the honor of the family unblemished. When in the evening we all gather at one table, this is happiness, and this is how the Motherland begins!
Years will pass, I will grow up, but wherever fate brings me, I will always remember that the homeland nevertheless begins from the native threshold, where you are always expected, remembered, loved. And it seems to me that my small homeland, my Kuban, my village, my family will forever remain my favorite place on earth.
Arina, I shared with you my thoughts about where the Motherland begins. It would be very interesting for me to know your opinion about where the Motherland begins for you.
Bye.
Write. I'm waiting. Your friend Julia. November 2, 2011

Hello dear friend!

You have long been interested in my homeland, that is, the city in which I was born and live. But before embarking on this topic, I would like to reflect on what, in my opinion, is contained in this painfully familiar, but very succinct word. Motherland ... Fatherland ... Motherland ... These words are familiar to us from early childhood. But what is this - Homeland? If you look in an explanatory dictionary, you can find an explanation for this word, simple and clear. Homeland is the country in which a person was born.

Where does it begin? Speaking in dry geographic language, we would name the extreme points of our country, parallels and meridians, between which it has spread its expanses. But in fact, my Fatherland begins with the smallest: from the courtyard next to my stepfather's house, from a birch tree at the gate, from a school bench, from my native street, from a town, village or small village dear to my heart. This is a tiny piece of land that cannot be found on a geographical map. But it was here that we were born, took our first steps into a big life, with eyes full of surprise, got acquainted with the world around us, met our first true friends, learned the joy of victories and the bitterness of defeat. And the word “homeland”, which we found in the explanatory dictionary, becomes more weighty, more significant, more familiar. It is not for nothing that "homeland" and "native" originated from the same root. And wherever we are, wherever fate has thrown us, we will always remember with special trepidation, with great warmth, the small courtyard, and the birch tree at the gate, and the narrow street. Here are our roots, here are our loved ones, from here we stepped into a big life. I remember the words of V. Lazarev:

I don't just live.

I am like a river

I start in the lost far away ...

My “lost far away” is a town called Novomichurinsk. Someone, looking at him, may say: "... provincial hinterland, gray and dirty ...". But I love him. I love to wander through its friendly green streets, meet familiar faces, enjoy the clean air. And if you only knew how beautiful my hometown is at different times of the year! In summer, it is covered in lush greenery, in bright colors of flower beds and meadows, in sunny gilding. And in the fall ... Multi-colored maples, yellow lindens, still green poplars, brownish oaks ... In Novomichurinsk, autumn is not a “dull time”, but a wonderful time of the year, just “charm of the eyes”. In winter, Novomichurinsk is filled with magic and poetry. When you look out the window or go out into the street, the mood always immediately rises from the view, sparkling and creaky snow and trees covered with silvery hoarfrost. And, of course, spring ... A sea of \u200b\u200blight, greenery, flowers and aromas. White-trunk birches, fragile willows, tender willows adorn themselves with luxurious earrings. Trees dress in light green dresses. They put on their wedding dress of apple, pear, cherry, plum ... Novomichurinsk smells fragrant, drowning in emerald greenery, flowering linden trees, aromas of gardens.

And in the most ordinary outfit

You are sweet, Fatherland, to tears.

Light brown strands to your face

Your beloved birches.

But not only nature decorates my city. My city is famous, first of all, for its people and power units. Ryazan GRES became the largest power plant in the European part of Russia, so many foreign delegations came here

You are such that you will not find more beautiful

At least go around the whole earth three times.

You are like the sea, no, like our heart,

Forever with us, Motherland, in the chest!

But along with pride in his native city, notes of sadness and regret are born that all his property is drowning in heaps of garbage, that the residents of Novyi Churin do not always treat him like a business. The trees planted long ago, almost all have survived to this day, and the small sticky trees planted there recently have already been broken. I love to admire the gray-haired giants, walking along quiet streets, and it hurts me when instead of lush crowns of trees I often see only stumps. Through the fault of people, the water in the Pronya River became dirty, the springs that once surrounded my city have disappeared, the former beauty and grandeur are fading.

I would like to tell both my peers and growing kids, and the adult population about our city and its problems, to generate in their souls love for their native land, pride in it, a desire to help it and make our Novomichurinsk even more beautiful.

On this note, I end my letter. I would like to believe that now you have an idea of \u200b\u200bmy town. I invite you to my hometown. together we will wander through my favorite places. And you will see for yourself how handsome he is. Bye.

Write a letter to your peer who lives far from your home. Tell him about your small homeland. and got the best answer

Answer from Larisa [guru]
Hello Vlada! Dmitry is writing to you from the city of Troitsk, Chelyabinsk Region. This is the steppe zone of the South Urals. Our city is famous for being the sunniest in Russia. There are more of them in a calendar year than in Sochi. Moreover, our city has a rich history, it is almost 270 years old. It was built as a fortress on the southern borders of Russia and Kazakhstan. Once there was a famous fair. In terms of importance, the third in the pre-revolutionary empire after the Irbit and Nizhny Novgorod. The city is unique in its architecture. Here you can find old houses in the Empire, Baroque and Art Nouveau styles. It is no coincidence that our city is called the pearl of the South Urals.

Answer from Maxim antipov[newbie]

Answer from Alexey Spiridonov[newbie]
tHX

Answer from Ўliya Korobitsyna[newbie]
Hello, dear friend. In your last letter, you asked me to tell you about the city in which I live.
My city is quite a typical Russian province.
We have few entertainment centers and shops, there are not many cars on the roads, so we do not know what traffic jams are, and the air in our city is also much cleaner than in Moscow or St. Petersburg.
I live in an ordinary workers' village.
We have friendly people, the city is small and everyone knows each other, which sometimes causes a lot of inconvenience.
My city is probably very different from your European one.
But believe me, we also have a lot of good things!

Answer from Alexey Savchenko[newbie]
you just copied
Hello, dear friend. In your last letter, you asked me to tell you about the city in which I live.
My city is quite a typical Russian province.
We have few entertainment centers and shops, there are not many cars on the roads, so we do not know what traffic jams are, and the air in our city is also much cleaner than in Moscow or St. Petersburg.
I live in an ordinary workers' village.
We have friendly people, the city is small and everyone knows each other, which sometimes causes a lot of inconvenience.
My city is probably very different from your European one.
But believe me, we also have a lot of good things!

Answer from Alexey Stroganov[newbie]
Hello, dear friend. In your last letter, you asked me to tell you about the city in which I live.
My city is quite a typical Russian province.
We have few entertainment centers and shops, there are not many cars on the roads, so we do not know what traffic jams are, and the air in our city is also much cleaner than in Moscow or St. Petersburg.
I live in an ordinary workers' village.
We have friendly people, the city is small and everyone knows each other, which sometimes causes a lot of inconvenience.
My city is probably very different from your European one.
But believe me, we also have a lot of good things!

Answer from Vika Denisova[active]
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Answer from Madina Saramsakova[newbie]
Dear friend.
In your last letter you wrote to me that you want to know about my homeland in which I live. So that's it. I am writing to you about my small homeland.
I was born in a small village far from the big city. In summer we swim on the lake, ride bicycles with friends, and also ride a swing.
In the village, the air is cleaner and quieter than in the city: there is such a bustle and tension in the city. Even in the village we collect mushrooms and store them for the winter, like squirrels before hibernation :).
But for a number of reasons, I had to move to the city. I often miss that native place, but for every vacation I come to my native land. And that's all I wanted to write to you in this letter.
I am waiting for letters from you.

Answer from Arina Leus[newbie]
Hello my dear friend! I am writing to you to tell a little about my country.
Russia (Russian Federation) is the largest country in the world! It was the Russian cosmonaut who first went into space; it is in our country that the deepest lake in the world is located. If you ask any Russian something about Russia, some will tell you about the natural beauty: about the endless expanses of Siberia, about the huge number of volcanoes in Kamchatka, about the rivers and meadows of Altai ... while others will talk about the Hero Cities: Stalingrad, Moscow, Sevastopol. .. the third mention the Kremlin and the Kremlin wall, Peterhof and the cascade of fountains.
In general, one can talk about Russia for an infinitely long time. About her greatness, beauty, splendor ... You can come to me, and I will tell you much more!
Regards, (name)!
_________
Good luck!

Answer from AnAsTaSiA MoRoZ[newbie]

Answer from Vlad borisov[newbie]
People shame on you! Copy from another person! He tried, thought! And you ... these are his thoughts and you just took, and took away from him all the time he was composing, and efforts !!!

Answer from Natasha Milokhina[active]
Hello dear friend!

Answer from DJ Den[newbie]
Hello dear friend!
You have long been interested in my homeland, that is, the city in which I was born and live. But before embarking on this topic, I would like to reflect on what, in my opinion, is contained in this painfully familiar, but very succinct word. Motherland ... Fatherland ... Motherland ... These words are familiar to us from early childhood. But what is this - Homeland? If you look in an explanatory dictionary, you can find an explanation for this word, simple and clear. Homeland is the country in which a person was born.
Where does it begin? Speaking in dry geographic language, we would name the extreme points of our country, parallels and meridians, between which it has spread its expanses. But in fact, my Fatherland begins with the smallest: from the courtyard next to my stepfather's house, from a birch tree at the gate, from a school bench, from my native street, from a town, village or small village dear to my heart. This is a tiny piece of land that cannot be found on a geographical map. But it was here that we were born, took our first steps into a big life, with eyes full of surprise, got acquainted with the world around us, met our first true friends, learned the joy of victories and the bitterness of defeat. And the word “homeland”, which we found in the explanatory dictionary, becomes more weighty, more significant, more familiar. It is not for nothing that “homeland” and “native” originated from the same root. And wherever we are, wherever fate has thrown us, we will always remember with special trepidation, with great warmth, the small courtyard, and the birch tree at the gate, and the narrow street. Here are our roots, here are our loved ones, from here we stepped into a big life.
The trees planted long ago, almost all have survived to this day, and the small sticky trees planted there recently have already been broken. I love to admire the gray-haired giants, walking along quiet streets, and it hurts me when instead of lush crowns of trees I often see only stumps. Through the fault of people, the water in the Pronya River became dirty, the springs that once surrounded my city have disappeared, the former beauty and grandeur are fading.
I would like to tell both my peers and growing kids, and the adult population about our city and its problems, to generate in their souls love for their native land, pride in it, a desire to help it and make our city even more beautiful.
On this note, I end my letter. I would like to believe that now you have an idea of \u200b\u200bmy town. I invite you to my hometown. together we will wander through my favorite places. And you will see for yourself how handsome he is. Bye.

Answer from Alexander Glazkov[newbie]
Hello dear friend!
how are you? how are you in your new homeland?
perhaps I'll tell you what's new with us. You know that at the moment I live in Kazakhstan. We have a lot of beautiful cities, each city has its own attractions. Beautiful steppes, we have a lot of wheat growing, our homeland is rich in minerals: Chrome, Oil, Coal, etc. Multinational, all come to Kazakhstan and Americans, Russians, Chinese.
Well, I told you about our country!
I hope you enjoyed it.
While

Answer from Kitten[newbie]
Thank you, you helped a lot

Answer from * [newbie]
tHX

Answer from Yoonya Shonina[newbie]
Hi Jeanne!
How are you? We are great! Not long ago I visited the museum, I really liked everything! You ask me which museum I was in? Of course, in the oldest and most interesting museum-Hermitage. Most of all I liked the statue of Zeus, where he sits formidably and dignified. Nothing else happened for me these days!
I really look forward to your answer! Hope to see you soon!
Sonya.

Answer from Yofya Lyusina[newbie]
guys

Answer from Nadezhda golovanova[active]
Hello, dear friend. In your last letter, you asked me to tell you about the city in which I live.
My city is quite a typical Russian province.
We have few entertainment centers and shops, there are not many cars on the roads, so we do not know what traffic jams are, and the air in our city is also much cleaner than in Moscow or St. Petersburg.
I live in an ordinary workers' village.
We have friendly people, the city is small and everyone knows each other, which sometimes causes a lot of inconvenience.
My city is probably very different from your European one.

My city is quite a typical Russian province.
We have few entertainment centers and shops, there are not many cars on the roads, so we do not know what traffic jams are, and the air in our city is also much cleaner than in Moscow or St. Petersburg.
I live in an ordinary workers' village.
We have friendly people, the city is small and everyone knows each other, which sometimes causes a lot of inconvenience.
My city is probably very different from your European one.
But believe me, we also have a lot of good things! Hello, dear friend. In your last letter, you asked me to tell you about the city in which I live.
My city is quite a typical Russian province.
We have few entertainment centers and shops, there are not many cars on the roads, so we do not know what traffic jams are, and the air in our city is also much cleaner than in Moscow or St. Petersburg.
I live in an ordinary workers' village.
We have friendly people, the city is small and everyone knows each other, which sometimes causes a lot of inconvenience.
My city is probably very different from your European one.
But believe me, we also have a lot of good things! Hello, dear friend. In your last letter, you asked me to tell you about the city in which I live.
My city is quite a typical Russian province.
We have few entertainment centers and shops, there are not many cars on the roads, so we do not know what traffic jams are, and the air in our city is also much cleaner than in Moscow or St. Petersburg.
I live in an ordinary workers' village.
We have friendly people, the city is small and everyone knows each other, which sometimes causes a lot of inconvenience.
My city is probably very different from your European one.
But believe me, we also have a lot of good things! Hello, dear friend. In your last letter, you asked me to tell you about the city in which I live.
My city is quite a typical Russian province.
We have few entertainment centers and shops, there are not many cars on the roads, so we do not know what traffic jams are, and the air in our city is also much cleaner than in Moscow or St. Petersburg.
I live in an ordinary workers' village.
We have friendly people, the city is small and everyone knows each other, which sometimes causes a lot of inconvenience.
My city is probably very different from your European one.
But believe me, we also have a lot of good things! Hello, dear friend. In your last letter, you asked me to tell you about the city in which I live.
My city is quite a typical Russian province.
We have few entertainment centers and shops, there are not many cars on the roads, so we do not know what traffic jams are, and the air in our city is also much cleaner than in Moscow or St. Petersburg.
I live in an ordinary workers' village.
We have friendly people, the city is small and everyone knows each other, which sometimes causes a lot of inconvenience.
My city is probably very different from your European one.
But believe me, we also have a lot of good things! Hello, dear friend. In your last letter, you asked me to tell you about the city in which I live.
My city is quite a typical Russian province.
We have few entertainment centers and shops, there are not many cars on the roads, so we don't know what traffic jams are, and the air in our city is much cleaner than in Moscow

Armless Victoria 5 "b" class

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Social studies teacher: Gushchina L.A. Completed by a student of grade 5B: Armless Victoria. Social Studies Project "Letter to a Friend".

topic: “Letter to a friend”. goal: "Tell a friend about your homeland." task: 1) "Show the greatness and beauty of your homeland." 2) “To acquaint with the landmark of the city”. Hypothesis: "If a friend visits our town, he will learn a lot of interesting things."

Yuryuzan in the summer.

River and mountains.

View from the Lighthouse.

Rafting down the Yuryuzan river.

Cross-country skiing on our beach.

Maslenitsa.

Obelisk of Yuryuzani

Fighter pilot Dmitry Syrtsov. Deputy Commander of the 866th Fighter Aviation Regiment, Major. The hero of the USSR. Born November 8, 1913, Yuryuzan, Russian Empire Died November 29, 1985 (72 years old), Moscow, USSR

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Hello dear friend! You have long been interested in my Motherland, in which I was born and live. Motherland ... These words are familiar to us from early childhood. For me, this is a tiny piece of land that cannot be found on a geographical map. But it was here that we were born, took the first steps into a big life, with eyes full of surprise, got acquainted with the world around us, met our first true friends, learned the joy of victories and the bitterness of defeat. And wherever we are, wherever fate has thrown us, we will always remember with special patience, with great warmth, the small courtyard, and the birch tree at the gate, and the narrow street. Here are our roots, here are our loved ones, from here we stepped into a big life.

Nature ... it is very beautiful in my city, regardless of the season. In the summer, people love to go to our peculiar attraction - the beach. Forest.… There are many berries, mushrooms, and also animals in it. Our area is surrounded on all sides by forest and mountains. I want to tell you about another such significant attraction. This is a lighthouse.Lighthouse - for a long time, the Lighthouse in our city has been called the sheer, pointed rocks that pile up over the river at the northwestern outskirts of the city. The mountain served as a natural beacon for the rafting of the plant's products along the river. Bonfires were sometimes lit here. The rafting continued until 1891. Now it is one of the favorite resting places of Yuryuzan residents. From these rocks you can see the Yuryuzan River. You can raft along the river. This is what the inhabitants of my city are doing.

The coldest time of the year is Winter, the time of blizzards and searing frosts. Winter is a time of fun and holidays, people meet the long-awaitedNew Year . Our ice town is one of the most popular places to spend your free time. Every year we host various ski competitions. In winter, our forest is beautiful!

Spring ... Spring is also full of holidays. One of them is Shrovetide. Shrovetide is a very fun holiday. Since ancient times, people have been celebrating it with festivities. The holiday is dedicated to the departure of winter and the arrival of spring. This holiday lasts a whole week. But the most solemn day is Sunday. On Sunday, people talk, congratulate each other on the holiday, eat (eat) pancakes, and most importantly, burn the "Maslenitsa" effigy. It is believed that when a scarecrow burns out, then all troubles and failures burn with it.

The month of May is very sunny in my city. On one of these days, namely May 9, an event is held for all people. The obelisk dedicated to the heroes of the war is another attraction.During the Great Patriotic War, hundreds of Yuryuzan residents went to the front, and many of them never returned to their ancestral home. In 1975, a memorial obelisk was built in the city in memory of them. The sculptor and artist A.M. Chernetsov became its author.

10 years later, in honor of the 40th anniversary of the Great Victory, a stele was erected next to the memorial. The names of the fallen heroes were immortalized on it. Be sure to visit the memorial and honor the memory of those to whom we owe the destruction of the fascist plague.

Fighter pilot Dmitry Syrtsov, mortarman Boris Malakhov, artilleryman Ivan Kukarin were awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union for their exploits on the fronts. Hundreds of Yuryuzans were awarded orders and medals for bravery and courage in battles against the Nazi invaders.

This small church appeared in Yuryuzan thanks to the efforts of the village priest, Father Peter (Nazarov). The site of construction was the territory of the hospital campus on the western outskirts, next to the main building of the Yuryuzan municipal hospital. Having obtained permission from the city administration, Father Peter, accustomed to village labor from childhood, took an ax and a saw in his hands many times. And so a cozy building of a small church with a gilded dome, crowned with an Orthodox cross, rose on the territory of the hospital town. And next to it is a bell tower with a hipped roof, also crowned with a cross. On November 2, 2003, the consecration of the new church took place.

In 2017, secondary school No. 1 of Yuryuzani will celebrate its 100th anniversary. Valentina Petrovna Ivanova, who headed this educational institution from 1981 to 1992 and from 1998 to 2011, spoke on the pages of the Avangard newspaper about how the school took its first steps, about the teachers and students who are its pride.On January 28, 1917, Zayonchkovsky, the director of public schools in the Ufa province, arrived in the factory settlement of Yuryuzan. He attended the line-up, attended lessons and made an entry about it in the Visiting Book, which has been kept in the school museum for almost 100 years. Zayonchkovsky found "the first steps in the work of the school quite satisfactory."

A horseshoe has recently appeared in our city, a symbol of our city, for good luck and happiness. She is very beautiful.On this note, I end my letter. I would like to believe that now you have an idea of \u200b\u200bmy town. I invite you to my hometown. Together we will wander through my favorite places. And you will see for yourself how handsome he is. Bye.