Hello, dear mom!
How are you doing? How is everyone doing? I finally found the time to write to you.
Today is a kind of anniversary for me: I have been living abroad for five years now. You know, at the beginning of the day I didn’t even remember the significance of this date in my life, but then the number July 24th reminded me of Russia, and emotions overwhelmed me. Oh, how everything has changed since then!
I was convinced that fate is especially ironic. Remember me five years ago. Could I have thought that I would miss Russia, and most importantly, my hometown? No, no and NO! The desire to leave here and rush off to conquer the world literally filled every second of my existence. I couldn’t think about anything other than a future life full of new achievements and acquaintances. Only now I understand that without the memory of the past it is impossible to build the future...
Now my whole childhood seems like a fog to me. It’s like the rays of the sun on a cloudy day, only occasionally there are bright moments that involuntarily illuminate my face with a smile. For example, do you remember how one day in winter the first snow fell. Huge snowdrifts rose like white mountains everywhere. And my dad, my sister and I went into the yard to build a snowman. Oh, how wonderful it was! We ran through the snowdrifts, threw snowballs at each other and were probably the happiest people on the planet at that moment. It was then that I didn’t understand, but felt, physically felt that happiness was nearby, happiness in the simple. I think you felt the same way when you looked at us from the window and smiled Mommy, I would give anything right now to see you again standing there and smiling.
Tell me, can I forget our yard, where every spring the poplars bloomed, which seemed to me then centuries-old giants, the streets of our city, along which I walked, it seems, hundreds of kilometers, the school, where I realized many truths of life, for example, how important prove yourself from the very first days of meeting? Can the love for this city of my youth, which once seemed so plain and gray to me, disappear in my heart? It turned out - no. Time has proven that true love remains with us forever. And attachment to our city, to our small Motherland lives in us even after moving to another city, another country, another culture.
Mom, I never considered myself a patriot of my country. However, here’s a paradox: I realized that abroad, closeness to my homeland, like air, fills every cell of the body, fills me with warmth and involuntarily evokes pride. Pride for everything done in Russia, pride for all people from our country, pride, finally, for those moral principles instilled in the Russian family.
After all, love for the Motherland is not empty words, but thoughts, feelings, sensations, memories. If it weren’t for those people who raised me, loved me, protected me in my beloved city, I don’t think that my memories would be filled with such light and warmth. For everyone, probably hometown- these are, in addition to houses, sidewalks, bridges, also people who filled life with meaning, who made that fairy tale called life come true.
What a pity that understanding of these things does not come immediately, only over time, when many things in life are already so difficult to change. You yourself know that fate can take us far, like taking us even overseas on a magic magic carpet. But this is how it turns out - memory is inseparable from our essence and often reminds us of itself with memories, sparks of significant events and dates. It’s not for nothing that I still feel homesick on June 12th. Although no one here understands it, for everyone except one person, it’s just another day at work...
That’s why, Mommy, I really wanted you to know today, on the anniversary of my departure, that I am devoted to Russia, I am still part of our city and, whatever you say, I am still a Russian person. I hope your heart will be filled with pride and, despite the thousands of kilometers separating us, you will feel the warmth that warms me on this cloudy day. Understand and accept my life choices. I'm not the only one with this fate. Remember our great writers, who had a hard time in emigration and who always wanted to return to their native land, which was their main muse.
The main thing is to know that I have faith in the best, hope for a bright future and... love for the Motherland. This holy trinity will help in difficult moments and lead me to the true path.
I love and miss your daughter.
Hello, Anton. Half a year has passed since you moved to another city. Since you left, a lot has changed in the class. Since the first of September, three new students have joined our class. Two girls and one boy. One girl does ballet, the other goes to music school. But the main acquisition of our class is Sergei, he plays football very well. So now our team has become stronger. Next time you come, we'll definitely play together.
And just recently, our classmate was sick, even in the hospital. Our whole class visited her. After 2 weeks, she was cured and allowed to go back to work.
At the beginning of September, there was “Exercise with a Star” at school. It was led by an Olympic champion. The basketball court outside was also renovated and the backboards and hoops were painted.
Come quickly, the guys and I miss you.
Letter to a friend - essay (impression)
Hello, Mishka! I am incredibly glad that you passed all the exams with excellent marks and summer holidays you will spend in a health camp. Everything is fine with me: I still make music, perform at competitions and concerts.
I can’t wait to tell you how yesterday my classmates and I visited the city amusement park. It attracts with its extreme attractions, sports grounds and green spaces. The square is designed for visitors who want to spend time actively and “tickle their nerves.”
Quite recently, a high-altitude ropes complex “Laziness in the Stump” opened there. This is a unique combination of difficult obstacles at height. Stretched along the trees cable car with barriers of varying difficulty levels.
First we were given protective equipment. Professional instructors brought us up to date and ensured that all safety rules were followed.
At the start, I was overcome with anxiety and doubts tormented me: would I really not be able to resist and be the first to leave the race? But I pulled myself together and managed to complete the route from start to finish. I even completed the “path of the brave” stage - moving on a roller in the air. It was the most breathtaking experience.
You can’t even imagine, but moving through an obstacle course of ingenious combinations of ropes, logs and boards, I felt like a conqueror of heights, a rock climber and just a dexterous boy. In this park I received a lot of impressions, joy, adrenaline and positive emotions. I felt cheerful and ready for exploits. For me, it was not only an excellent workout for all muscle groups, but also a way to overcome my fear of heights, develop determination and the will to win.
After an energetic time, I had developed an enviable appetite. The park provided an opportunity to have a tasty meal. I liked the cherry pies, orange juice and chocolate ice cream.
I returned home with a pleasant tiredness in my body, but happy. It was one of my successful days!
I look forward to a letter from you. Your friend Nikita.
Essay on personal impressions in the form of a letter, grade 5
Hello mommy! I'm fine. I feel fine. The road was easy. We have already reached the camp. It's just a huge area. It’s very beautiful here, I like everything!
We arrived 3 days ago. Traveling on the train is very interesting, I liked watching nature. Buses were waiting for us at the pyrope, which took us to the camp in 15 minutes. I was very surprised, I imagined him completely different. There is a large area here, everything is cleared out by a fence, there are such tall, tall pine trees all around. The smell is simply amazing, you want to breathe and breathe.
Counselors were waiting for us at the camp, and they immediately took us into their squads. We were moved into small houses. I was impressed by what I saw. At home, like in American films, I thought this didn’t happen in Russia. Our house has two floors, and each has 4 rooms, each room has 3 beds. I moved in with Oleg Sidorov and Petya Ivanov - you saw them.
In the evening we went for dinner. It was simply indescribable. Delicious! Cutlet with mashed potatoes - excellent taste. There was also apple juice and Tula gingerbread.
After dinner we went to bed. On this day I was very tired and therefore fell asleep without my hind legs.
The next morning began with exercises. But it was not a simple exercise, like at school, but a disco exercise, I really liked it.
After the games, we were given a plan for the month. Our first task in the camp was to come up with a name for the squad and a chant. We thought about this task for a very long time, all the options were very interesting. In the end, we decided to be “dolphins”, since we live next to the sea. We also composed this song: “The dolphin always swims forward - we know it!” We will play together as a team and never lose!”
Now all we have to do is come up with a dance and perform tomorrow at the concert “Review of Zvezdochka Camp Teams.” I hope we kill everyone! We are strength!
The camp here is good! Thank you for letting me come here. I really like everything! I hope you receive this letter soon! I love you very much! Your son Pashka!
Letter from Misha
Dear friend, it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other! I received your letter a week ago, it made me very happy. Now I have a free minute, I decided to answer you.
I am spending this summer at the dacha with my parents and younger sister. We go to the city very rarely. But I’m not drawn to go there. It's very good at the dacha. The weather is excellent, very hot. Our whole family goes to the river every day to swim and sunbathe. We spend a lot of time on the beach. In this weather, all the summer residents are there. Mom bought me and my sister an inflatable mattress each, and I also bought fins. I can swim very fast in them. One day I even wanted to swim from one shore to the other, but dad didn’t allow me. I'll definitely do this next year.
My sister and I have one entertainment. On Wednesdays we always go fishing together. The night before, my sister always prepares food for us to take with us. And I dig for worms and take fish food with me. We get up very early to go fishing. It is still damp and cool outside at this time of day, so you have to dress warmly. Walking back we take off our windbreakers.
We always go fishing to the same place. This is our favorite lake with reeds and ducks. There are a lot of little ducklings there this year. We feed them with the bread we have left over after breakfast. We take the fish that I catch to my mother. If you get caught big fish, then mom cooks it for us for lunch. And if it’s small, then she gives it to the neighbor’s cat Vaska. He is very happy about our catch.
The days fly by. A whole month of vacation has already passed. I'm already starting to miss school and my classmates a little. I would like to see everyone quickly and find out how they spent the summer.
Write to me what’s new with you, how your brother Artem is doing. I'm very interested in what's going on with you.
Goodbye. See you at roll call in the fall.
Your Bear.
Short essay for 5th grade
My dear friend!
I have never written you a letter, and most likely you will be surprised when you receive this letter. I hope that no distance will be an obstacle to our communication.
I'm very sorry that we had to part, but I'm happy for you. New horizons are now opening up before you. “For a big ship, a long voyage!” You should know that no matter what happens in life, you can always count on me.
Of course, I'm sure we will meet. You can always come to our city, and I will be very glad if you stay with me. I often remember our conversations. You know, I am proud of our friendship and value it. I am very glad that I have you and want to thank you for your friendship.
Write to me. I miss you.
Your sincere friend.
A letter about one of the successfully spent evenings or days in the family (with relatives, friends), at school, in a club, etc.
Option 6
Hello, Misha! I hope that you have not forgotten our promise - to tell each other in a letter about who is spending their time and how. In a week I will go to the post office again, I hope that you have not forgotten, and I will find your letter in my mailbox. Otherwise, at the beginning of autumn someone will get hit in the neck. Yes, yes, I mean you.
Getting down to business, at first everything went in the most boring way. All I did was relax, reading a book a couple of times. But at some point my cousin, Yulia, came to visit me. In general, she is older than me, but communicates with me almost as equals. In fact, of the two of us, it was my sister who was the “starter,” but I’m not complaining. On the contrary, she is very interesting. Once she also lived in this city, and therefore showed me a bunch of interesting places. I couldn’t even imagine that this kind of thing happens here. You knew that if you go a little deeper into the artificial “forest”, then next to a fallen pine tree (where there is a large anthill) you can find a bunch of pieces of iron. We usually don’t go there so that the ants don’t bite us, but if you take mom’s hairspray (it’s better to ask permission, after all) and wear high boots, then everything is fine. There's even an old and abandoned car there. I have no idea how she got there and why no one noticed her before, but the fact remains a fact. We even carried some of the scrap metal to the collection point a couple of times. For a whole chocolate bar, but that doesn't matter.
And then we went to the cinema. Repeatedly. It was fun. Then we visited the library. I think they dragged me along then only out of boredom, but at least I met the librarian and made a plan of what I would like to read later. Overall, everything went well. After that we somehow fed the birds and rode bicycles. Unfortunately, Yulia moved back, but those were fun days. I have no idea what I’ll do next, but I’ll think of something. I am looking forward to your letter. Your friend is Sergei.
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Essay on English language with the translation. Nomination Documents, letters, resumes.
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's very beautiful and ancient city. It has many attractions. It is a combination of modern and ancient buildings.
You can visit our famous Museum of Local Lore, Yaroslav Hasek Museum, Russian Drama Theater named after Batalov, Center of Tatar Culture and see the Eternal Flame.
There is a unique museum in our city. 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, came to Bugulma on October 16, 1918 and lived in the house where the museum is now located.
This museum is visited by many people. The museum has many exhibits. There are also personal belongings of Jaroslav Hasek.
Whatever your interest, don't forget to visit our local theater, where you can see productions for every taste.
Bugulma is one of the most wonderful places in the world. I hope you will come to us at the first opportunity and you will not regret it.
I am sending you a few photos of my city, where you will recognize the places that I described above. I look forward to seeing you in our city.
Best wishes,
Hello, distant friend! I am writing to you again to tell you about myself. This time I will tell you about the place where a small part of my life passed, where a piece of my sentimental soul remained - about my native land. It says on the envelope that I live in glorious city Belgorod, but THIS letter will not be about him. I'll tell you about the city of Volchansk.
This city is small; it can rather be called an urban village. The city has retained its pristine beauty in some places. As you have probably already noticed, my dear friend, the name of the city is associated with wolves. This place used to be a large forest inhabited by hundreds of gray robbers. But after some time, the forest began to thin out and people settled there. The area of the small village increased; a stone bridge was built across the wolf ravine. Now this bridge is gone, as is the ravine. In place of the bridge lies a layer of sand and clay, compacted by feet and wheels. I'm riding my bike there now. And on the site of the ravine there is a grandmother’s house with a vegetable garden and a barnyard.
There are many other wonderful places in this wonderful town. For example, the Volchya River. My grandfather and I go there on bicycles in the summer, even though my grandfather has a car. Why waste extra gasoline if you can get there in 5 minutes over potholes? The river, when viewed from the shore, is very beautiful. And underwater it’s just like in a fairy tale! Of course, I can’t see underwater. I just put on my scuba diving goggles and dive in. When I dived for the first time, it was scary, but then I got used to it. A greenish light breaks through the thickness of the water, there are legs everywhere, fish flash, and at the bottom you can see the muddy landscape of an underwater garden. The river is clean because a cleaning projectile is launched there from time to time. On the opposite shore from the beach there is big stadium. My grandfather and I once watched a parachute show from there and 2 helicopters landed there.
In addition to the Volchaya River, we visit the beaches of the Donets. At its bottom there are whole deposits of mollusks! Grandpa gets them for me. He doesn’t allow me to dive on this river, because the depth there is about 4 meters.
Volchansk is famous not only for its water. My family and I sometimes go to the forest. What I like most is the Count's Forest. There are tall trees, many clearings and different birds. And in the fall you can find mushrooms there. It’s impossible to say much about the forests of Volchansk; you need to go there yourself.
In addition to forests, in this area there are large fields where wheat and rye grow. Some fields are owned by people. They grow vegetables there. Honey plants grow in fields not sown with vegetables and cereals. In the summer there are constantly buzzing bees. You can also see an interesting plant there called goat's rue. This is the same dandelion, only very big. His flower is the size of a small saucer, and his cap is the size of an apple. Behind all the fields there is a small airfield. There are small helicopters and “corn makers” there. My grandfather once flew in a helicopter, or rather, a pilot he knew took him for a ride. It must have been interesting to see the city from a bird's eye view!
There are also a lot of interesting things on Grandma's Street. In summer, many different birds flock there. Whom you won't see there! There are jays, and woodpeckers, and orioles, and some funny, blunt-nosed birds jumping noisily on the ground... There are many miracles here. I associate this place with warmth and summer, because I spend my holidays here. And how in the evening, sometimes, I go out into the yard, throw on a warm jacket and sit on a bench, brushing off annoying mosquitoes and cicadas chirping around... I sit in the aroma of night violets and inhale the cool air of the evening Volchansk. This is a wonderful place.
If my letter inspired you, come here sometime, if possible, and you will feel all the splendor of the Wolf City.
Here my story is over. Waiting for an answer.
Greetings, dear peer. I am writing to you from the capital of the South federal district city of Rostov-on-Don. My city is often called nothing less than the “Gateway of the Caucasus.” Rostov-on-Don was founded in 1749.
My small homeland has a glorious history, honorary title cities of military glory.
My city was founded on the basis of the ancient Armenian city of Nakhichevan-on-Don.
The city is located on the right bank of the Don River. Agriculture, fishing, combine harvester manufacturing, helicopter manufacturing and other industries flourish here.
The sights of my small homeland are Theater Square, over which the goddess of victory Nika rises, and there is also a drama theater named after M. Gorky, made in the form of a caterpillar tractor. A smaller copy of this theater stands in London in the museums of world architecture. There is also a musical theater made in the form of a grand piano.
I would like to make a special mention of the Rostov embankment, the length of which is more than 2 kilometers. At the beginning of the embankment there is an office business center in the shape of a captain's bridge on a ship. Then moored steamships and boats stretched along the alley for several hundred meters. Next comes a real boulevard, decorated with flower arrangements, fountains, monuments to various figures of the Don land and fairy tale characters. The embankment is completed by another horticultural art complex, in the middle of which there is a sports ground for children and adults, as well as another boat pier.
Rostov-Papa, as the city is also popularly called, is divided into eight administrative districts: Voroshilovsky, Zheleznodorozhny, Kirovsky, Leninsky, Oktyabrsky, Pervomaisky, Proletarsky and Sovetsky. Each district of the city has its own unique places.
Thus, the Voroshilovsky district is represented by the Shchepkinsky forest. The railway district is presented the cleanest lake, formed at the bottom of an abandoned quarry. Kirovsky has on its territory the wonderful Don State Public Library, which has collected many unique books in its collection. The library building is designed in the form of a combine harvester. Leninsky district is represented by the Skazka park and rose alley. Oktyabrsky is unique with springs and the ancient Armenian church "Surb Khach", Pervomaisky with its groves, Proletarsky is represented by the previously described theater square and drama theater, and Sovetsky is the city center with its unique architectural ensembles city administration.
In my small homeland, Rostov-on-Don, in addition to everything else, a huge number of ethnic groups live. These are Armenians, Russians, Belarusians, Ukrainians, Georgians, Chechens, Dagestanis, Azerbaijanis, Kalmyks, Abkhazians, Koreans, etc.
Thus, my dear peer, my homeland will open you to many adventures and pleasant acquaintances; it is not for nothing that our city is considered the most hospitable.
