Ponomareva Natalia
An essay about the beauty of his native land, about his small homeland - the city of Pavlov. About its sights, about Pavlovsky lemon, which Turkish Pasha brought to our city.
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Municipal budgetary educational institution
secondary school №10 in Pavlovo
FAVORITE PLACES OF MY NATIVE LAND
With love about the native land!
Work completed
student 2 "B" class
PONOMAREVA
NATALYA ALEXANDROVNA.
Leader:
Timofeeva Nadezhda Alekseevna
The writing.
In native places the wind smells like chamomile,
And until a blade of grass is all its own,
In native places and the sun shines brighter,
And a silvery voice by the stream.
Let me be told that there are other edges,
That there is another beauty in the world
And I love my places, relatives,
Their dear, lovely places.
In native places, the sky is blue,
In native places, the meadow is more spacious,
The trunks of birches are straighter and slimmer,
And the arc is more colorful than the rainbow.
M. Plyatskovsky.
Native land - eternal joy of the heart!
Grigory Koval.
Love for the Motherland begins with love for the native nature. The nature closest to feelings is the nature of the places where we were born. We must love and appreciate the beauty that nature gives us, especially if these are favorite places of the nature of our native land familiar from childhood. Perhaps the most powerful and exciting memories from childhood are memories of their native places, favorite paths, nooks and crannies, what makes love for the native land unchanging and so unforgettable.
Homeland is a very capacious concept in its content. It has a very deep and multifaceted meaning. And the first thing that begins with the homeland for each person is his family, that is, the dearest and closest people. Then this concept expands to the entire surrounding world, and a person sees in his homeland, first of all, the nature of his land. In the end, nature and ancestors created our homeland. And it was nature that dotted everything with its landscapes and natural beauties.
Each of us has our own favorite places that we like from childhood, and with which a person has his own memories and associations. But what could be more beautiful than the memories that a person has? Especially if these are pleasant memories, and even more so connected with childhood, with your home, where your mother and grandmother are always waiting for you from school. You come home, and on the table is your favorite mushroom soup!
So, first of all, the Motherland is those native paths along which a person walked somewhere, familiar back streets, alleys, houses, parks, lakes and everything else - after all, everyone has their own associations and memories. It is from this that love for the motherland begins - from native places that are close to every person. Therefore, the Motherland itself is inseparable from nature and from its beauty.
Further, to this image, we add the reverence that every person has for his ancestors who lived and worked on this land, ennobling it in labor and protecting it on the battlefields. And each person should remember that the homeland and his native land will always help him gain physical and spiritual strength, no matter what hardships he experiences in life. And it is erroneous to identify the Motherland with the economic well-being of the state or system in which we live. The concept of "Motherland" is a much more intimate and spiritual concept. And this image lives in the soul of every person.
My grandmother brings up love for my native nature. She is a teacher. My grandmother teaches me to understand nature, to feel its beauty, to read its language, to preserve its wealth. She tells me about the great teacher V.A. Sukhomlinsky, who, by his example, taught adults to communicate with children. The teacher's statement is always in front of my eyes: “Observations are necessary for a child, like the sun, air and water are necessary for a plant, and in order for a child to learn to see a sun in the palm of a dandelion, a girl in a sundress in a white birch, - for this you need to visit nature, stop, peer to see. " My grandmother taught me from early childhood that Man became a Man, when I heard the whisper of leaves, the song of a grasshopper, the murmur of a spring brook, the ringing of silver bells, larks in the bottomless sky, the rustle of a blizzard outside the window, the gentle splash of water and the solemn silence of the night - I heard and holding her breath, she listens for hundreds and thousands of years to this wonderful music of life. She won’t say in vain. And also the grandmother at every opportunity says: "I knew how to give birth to a child, be able to teach." I understand her. Love for the native land brings up in us, children, and my favorite teacher Timofeeva Nadezhda Alekseevna. She always gives parting words: "While walking, observe what is happening in nature, protect her, help her, feed the birds in winter, hang birdhouses in spring, and collect bird food in autumn." And Nadezhda Alekseevna talks about sproutsgood and evil, which will be laid in childhood.The child will part with the teacher, but at the same time will forever remain with the parents. But when he grows up, who will the aged parents see next to them: a kind, caring or cruel, indifferent person? I understand her too.
I really like to walk with my grandmother along Nizhegorodskaya Street, especially to admire the monument "Pavlovsky Lemon". This monument was made by her students, which is why it is so dear to me.The information plate says that the sculptural composition was made by a team of teachers and students of the Pavlovsk Art College, and it is dedicated to the native city and its historical traditions. The monument has become one of the officially recognized symbols of Pavlov.
« Pavlovsky lemon "
My grandmother and I read the legend. It says that at the beginning of the 19th century, the Turkish Pasha, very pleased with the Pavlovian castles, presented the Pavlovts with several lemon cuttings. After a long and long journey, the cuttings were brought to Pavlovo, planted and grown here. And gradually in the 19th century, by the method of folk selection by unknown breeders, the Pavlovsky Lemon variety was bred, capable of growing and bearing fruit on the window.
Although the Pavlovian handicraftsmen were considered peasants, they did not work on the land, many did not even have a plot near the house, and they were drawn to gardening. So they bred a lemon variety that could grow on a window, and all the windows in their houses were lined with pots of fruiting lemons. Lemons also cleaned the air, polluted by working with metal.
Cuttings of indoor lemons bred in Pavlovo were sold throughout Russia as early as the 19th century.
Monument "Pavlovsky Lemon" is a monument to continuous creative search and Pavlov's masters.
It is possible that this is only a legend, since even in the 18th century southern fruits, including lemons, were grown in the greenhouses of wealthy estates, so it was not necessary to go far for cuttings. But in the greenhouse there is a lot of space, a lot of light, you can adjust the temperature and humidity. It's not like growing a lemon in a window. Those who have been involved in citrus fruits know how difficult it is to get a harvest in the room - citrus fruits in winter try to throw off the leaves along with the fruits that have set, they are too warm and too dark. But the Pavlovsky lemon grows well and bears fruit on the window.
This is only a part of my native land, only a grain of it! And what a good soul! Calm down! Happy! Exciting! And you feel like a part of this vast land!
My grandmother often tells me about the old days, and I imagine my mother as a little girl like me, having fun playing with the kids next door. In these places even birds sing in a special way, their songs are close, familiar and understandable. It seems that they also want to tell us, people. The birds, probably, could tell a lot of interesting things about this region! Once, as a child, my grandmother brought me a handful of strawberries, just picked in the garden. I can still feel this unforgettable taste of fresh berries - you can't buy them in a store or in the market. After all, they are from our native places, from our little homeland.
From an early age, my parents instilled in me a love for my native nature. And now I will never pick a delicate flower, I will not frighten off birds chirping on a branch. I myself want to preserve all this beauty, because it is in my power to help my homeland. It is difficult to say which homeland is more expensive - small or large. It seems to me that both the big and the small homeland are equally important, and I love them. Moreover, it is an inseparable whole. The whole world around us is the whole Motherland.
Our walk with my grandmother ends. Thick twilight has already descended on the street. Life in my city is quiet. I raise my eyes to the sky, and it is beautiful as always. The sky of my land, the sky of my Motherland. Nowhere in the world is there such a sky as ours. Kind, bottomless, only the moon illuminates the path with its light.
When we talk about nature, we are talking about our native land, our native land, our Motherland, and Russia. Let the voices of birds never stop in our Russia, let forests rustle, grasshoppers chirp, let nature live and breathe. The poet S. Vikulov's love for his native land and Russia also appears as a single whole, so we can say together with him:
Whenever I knew
how it hits with its tail
a pike on a ringing vein,
like autumn
vigorous mushroom,
standing under a bush,
dew as if
brings in a glass;
like cranes
the despair is blown
like an echo
repeats the roar of a moose, -
i'm afraid
i would not love
so you
how i love you now
my beloved land!
D. There are serious reflections, and Julia laughs. W.
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Homework ... Write an essay on the topic “ My favorite place on earth. "
Lesson 6. "My favorite place on earth"
Discussion of essays
Flowers, love, village, idleness,
Fields! I am devoted to you in my soul.
How often in sorrowful separation,
In my wandering destiny
Moscow, I was thinking about you!
A. Pushkin. Eugene Onegin
W. In which magazine did you write My Favorite Place on Earth?
D. To the magazine "Reflections on Life".
W. So let's visit together with the authors in those wonderful places that they love. I will read, and you think about what is in the essay and why you especially liked it.
^ Essay Tanya
My favorite place on earth is our summer cottage. I always imagine our dacha is green, fun and summer. Even in winter, when I dream of going to the dacha, it always seems to me that our dacha is green.
It's very good at our dacha, and, most importantly, it's interesting, we have an attic and a hayloft at our dacha. In the attic we play a helicopter, and in the hayloft we play a ship. We have a lot of hay in the hayloft, and we use it to build cabins. We have a stove in our country house, and when it is heated, we always look. We bet which piece of wood will burn faster.
It's a lot of fun in our dacha, and it's so fun for us only in the dacha. That is why this is my favorite place on earth.
^ W. What did you like most about the composition?
W.And to me about the fact that the dacha always seems "green, fun and summer", "even in winter." A very interesting observation.
^ Essay Misha
My favorite place on earth is my Varshavka. This is what I call the place where I live. And I live near the Varshavskaya metro station. Mom and I traveled a lot. I was in Latvia, and in the city of Daugavpils, and in some villages. My grandmother has many relatives there. Most of all I remember the horse, the dog and the house. Lilies of the valley grew in the forest, the birds sang great. But at night I really wanted to go home to Varshavka.
I have been to Siberia seven times. And for the eighth time, I will certainly go with great pleasure. There we live in a forest on the banks of the Ob. Everything is big there: the river, the trees, and even the grasshoppers are huge, like locusts. Squirrels run freely. And how mosquitoes bite! I really like it there. I could have lived there all my life if I had been born there. But I was born in Varshavka and I always want to go home. I was in Novosibirsk and on the Ob Sea.
In Nalchik I saw real mountains with white peaks. We went around the whole city. It is very green and roses grow right in the streets. It was almost three years ago, and I remember everything.
I even went to Germany with my mother. We traveled all over the GDR. True, I was small and remember little. I remember that there were unusual houses and streets, and there were six rows of cars on the highway.
And yet my favorite place is Varshavka. We have a great yard both in winter and in summer. And it's so good at home! I really like to sit at home alone, make all sorts of toys and play with them. I also like to drink tea with my mother in the evening and talk about life.
^ W. What did you like?
D. ...
W. And for me - the end: “And it's so good at home! I really like to sit at home alone, make all sorts of toys and play with them. I also like to drink tea with my mother in the evening and talk about life. "
^ Essay Alyosha
My favorite place on earth is probably my grandmother's apartment. I love waking up there the most. Grandma lives on the 13th floor, and therefore in the morning it is foggy outside the window, freshness. And, in general, beauty always opens from the window there. In summer and spring, these are waves of greenery, tree crowns, green lawns, forest. In autumn, greenery is replaced by ocher, crimson, bright yellow birches. In winter, pure white snow is all around, and against its background the elegant, light walls of modern houses. This is so different from the boring, gray streets in the center where I live. There you feel trapped by houses, cars. And here, with my grandmother, is also a city, but spacious and clean. Fresh air, silence.
I always have a good mood there. I visit my grandmother on weekends or on holidays, about once a month. And it's always like a holiday. Near the cinema, close to the forest (we go there in the summer). And it is always festive and interesting in my grandmother's house. Maybe because I manage to get out of the habit of books, toys, furnishings. And everything is here for me every time anew. And the grandmother is always pleased that they came to her. She cooks wonderfully, and sometimes bakes delicious, delicious pies. And then a special aroma of fresh bread spreads throughout the apartment. This smell alone makes it fun. And how beautiful it is in the evening outside the window - hundreds of lights in houses, and stars twinkle in the sky. It is especially beautiful on fireworks days.
Nothing can be seen from the window of our house on Prospect Mira - only the gray wall of the opposite house. And here - all of Moscow at a glance. Eight fireworks scatter their colorful lights at once.
I really love to visit my grandmother, I love this apartment. Maybe also because I grew up here. They brought me here very little, here I learned to distinguish objects, people, took the first steps. This is my home.
^ W. What did you like?
D. ...
W. And I liked the way Alyosha describes a weekend morning - “and then a special aroma of fresh bread spreads throughout the apartment. This smell alone makes it fun. "
^ Essay Ira
My favorite place on earth is Ilyinka. She somehow became natural to me. I've lived there for ten years. I like it for its quiet streets, beautiful houses, for its surprises, for its pond, which has been cleaned for five years now, cleaned and never cleaned.
But most of all I love the place where I lived for a very long time. This is an old house with no water or heating. But for some reason I like it the most. Maybe calmness, maybe the amount of mushrooms or trees. But most likely because Dymka lived there. This is a husky dog, recently he was run over by a car, and I feel very sorry for him, I loved him so much.
Unfortunately, this year I will not go to Ilyinka, because many unfortunate events have taken place there, and especially since my mother wants to go south. But all the same, I will never forget our Ilyinka. I love her so much!
^ W. What did you like?
D. ...
But there are other works as well. For example, for Oli favorite place is the library.
I like to sit in the library in the reading room. Quiet, quiet. So quiet, so quiet that you can hear the fly flying. You enter and immediately find yourself in a fairy-tale world. You sit down at the table, open the first page of the book and, as it were, stand next to the hero of the story.
Quiet. No one bothers you, no flies, no mosquitoes. You can read so much that you forget where you are.
And if you read about a writer, about Pushkin or Tolstoy, as if you yourself are talking to him. And it becomes so interesting to listen to the speeches of writers. And great.
And sometimes it happens: in the evening you leave the library and forget in which direction your house is, as if you were in a deep sleep.
It's good to sit in the library!
Quiet, quiet.
^ W. What did you like?
W.And to me: “And sometimes it happens, in the evening you leave the library and forget in which direction your house is, as if you were in a deep sleep”.
^ Essay Nastya
I have no such place. More precisely, there are many of them. This is Tallinn with its town hall, and the small village of Pereval near Lake Baikal, and all of Moscow, and the house, and the school, and especially our class, 3 "a". When I enter my classroom, I feel funny and sad. It's funny because some first-graders are studying where we just studied, but it's sad because I will never sit in a lesson in this class on the desk where I sat in recent months ...
I especially love the Black Sea, this vast blue distance. I also love the Volga with its islands, and islets, and islets. I also love Karelia with its famous Karelian birch ...
I love this whole huge, great and mighty piece of land - our whole country. I think that better placethan the USSR, there is no on our entire green and blue planet Earth.
^ W. What did you like?
D. ...
W. And to me about 3 "a" - sad and funny to the author happens there - some other first-graders are sitting in a familiar room, and sad that no longer their native class is studying there.
^ Essay Pavlik
At the end of September, I read that pike spawn in April. I took a special map and looked at which fish were. Time passed, and I had a ready-made map with detailed calculations in my hands, and I was going on a hike. Mom approved the whole thing, but said: "In April it is impossible, in April fishing for large fish is prohibited, and it will be cold in the tent in April."
Well, we agreed for the end of May. Dad came, and I showed him the map. And we agreed for the summer, when dad will be given a vacation.
From that day on, I went to various shops, looking for gear and accessories for the hike.
And so, one day my dad says to me: “Where do you stagger every day? You had a stupid dream about a trip! " I was upset, but I didn't stop preparing.
When dad said that he would not have a vacation, my plans fell apart: after all, mom would not go anywhere without dad.
You think I missed the point. No, all the time I was writing this essay, I imagined this place, which I had not yet been. Imagine: a night forest, a lake lit by the moon, a tent by the lake ...
^ D. I like it...
W. And I liked the ending: "Imagine: a night forest, a lake lit by the moon, a tent by the lake." The place the author dreams of.
^ Essay Lena
My favorite place on earth is the couch in my brother's room. It is great to roll and jump on it. Once, when he was cheerful, I jumped so hard that my hand reached the ceiling.
And once he was mischievous, when I tumbled, I fell, and he creaked, as if laughing, but then he stopped, probably took pity on me.
And so he is kind. I somersault on it, somersault, and for somersault the next day I got a "5" in physical education.
^ Essay Yuli
My favorite place on earth is the sofa. Every day after classes I am first drawn to the library, and then, with terrible force, home, to the sofa. On the couch you can read, watch TV, somersault and, in extreme cases, sleep.
Sitting on the couch, I can watch any programs: "Mom's School", "Time", "Kinopanorama", "Alarm Clock". Sometimes I lie on the sofa, tucked under the head of the stuffed dog Chizhik, and think about the big homework that I have to do. On the couch, I study poetry, sometimes prose. When I was little, I liked the book by S. Simuyavicienė "Mischievous", and I read it only on the sofa.
When I am healthy, the sofa beckons, caresses, and when I am sick, the sofa first comforts, and then begins to annoy. Often I lie down on the sofa, take my favorite book, sometimes daddy, I look at the pages, and I myself think not about the book, but about skates or about fried mushrooms. I also write this composition on the couch.
^ D. (eagerly). This is a work of art. These are reflections on life (let it argue).
W. What was the basic tone of all the previous compositions? And what is the tone of Lena and Yulia?
^ D. There are serious reflections, and Julia laughs.
W. Do the girls seriously write that their favorite place is the sofa?
D. No, with a smile.
W. If it’s funny, then it’s impossible to put it in Reflections on Life?
W. And if it is serious, then it is impossible to put fiction in the magazine?
W. (ZK) All these questions for the future: what belongs to journalism, and what - to fiction. There are also "borderline" publicistic works that carry the features of artistry. We believe that these two works can be placed in an art magazine.
If time remains, you can continue reading children's works. For instance:
^ Essay Dinah
When I lived in an old apartment, we had a village nearby. There was a pond in this village. I no longer had a native place on earth. Every time I went to the village, which was called Nemchinovka.
Nemchinovka was a small town. There were many wooden houses in it, the shops were also collapsed and very cozy. Delicious sour cream was always sold in these shops. There were small fountains near the pond, and old women always sat near these fountains. And cars went there very rarely. Near the pond there was a monument to the Unknown Soldier.
When I was walking with my parents from the store, there was a small forest on the right side. In this line stood an old man carved from wood. I always waited until we get to the old man, because a woodpecker or a squirrel or some other bird was sitting on him.
I remember everything, and it seems to me that this village was very large. But she was small, I thought so when I was little.
Now I live in a new apartment. We also have a nearby Moskva River, beyond the Moskva River - a village. But for me this is someone else's place!
That's all.
Lesson 7. Folk songs
Reiteration
| ^ LESSON TEXTS Russian folk songs. |
There are many beautiful places in our wonderful city of Kostroma. But my favorite place in Kostroma is Ostrovsky's gazebo. This place has a special energy. It gives visitors a sense of peace and tranquility. Climbing into the gazebo, you can admire the views of the magnificent Russian nature from there. You can stand here for hours and watch the beauty and grandeur of the Volga. By the way, this gazebo was filmed in a movie, it was the film "Cruel Romance". Many guests of our city want to visit this particular attraction.
Consider how to correctly write a creative work describing your favorite place in the city.
Features of the composition-description of the place
The essay-description can be devoted to various topics. So, the author can talk about the book he read, his family members, favorite season, etc. If we are faced with the task of describing a favorite place in the city, it is worth mentioning the following points in the essay:
- What memories are associated with this place?
- Why does it seem special?
- When is the best time to visit this place?
- What unusual and interesting is there?
If a certain historic site, you can briefly talk about its importance. Personal stories associated with the described object always look organic in such creative work.
Essay on the topic "My favorite place in Kostroma"
My city of Kostroma is very ancient and beautiful. There are many interesting places where not only tourists like to go, but also locals... It's nice to look at the ancient temples, stroll around the city center or watch the sunset on the waterfront. But my favorite place is the Kostroma settlement.
For the first time I had a chance to visit the most famous museum of our city in preschool age. My parents and I went there for the Maslenitsa folklore festival. I still remember how I was struck by the unusual wooden temples, which you will not find anywhere else in the city. But most of all I remember the old village, which was recreated right on the river bank. When I close my eyes, I still see these peasant huts, so cozy and glorious, as if they have descended from the pages of some fairy tale.
It is pleasant to walk in Kostroma Sloboda at any time of the year. In winter, you can see the frozen river from here, the grandfather on which shines in the sun. In the summer heat, you can hide in the shade of the trees right next to the ancient churches. And how beautiful it is here during the September leaf fall and at the time of spring flowering!
To all guests of Kostroma and those who live in the city, I advise you to visit this wonderful place in order to see with your own eyes all the beauty of Ancient Russia.
The universal law of attraction works properly at all times. We are always surrounded by what we broadcast from our heart. The match is always one hundred percent. Only we may not like our condition, and no one is around, and even the trees seem crooked, and the puddles are dirty and deep. And, of course, we have tender feelings for the warm gentle sun, then it is easy on our hearts. But is it not within our power to create such conditions to constantly and happily be in balance with the Universe?
It is not at all necessary to go where it is good. It is much more useful to create a wonderful environment where we are. Now.
There are places where everything works out by itself. Somehow these parts of the Earth resonate with my heart so much that there is no need to make any efforts: everything is fine. Perhaps I coincide with the energy of these places by default. It is noticed that this is where I write easily and with inspiration. And that's not all, it is these cities that make their way to the pages of my stories and stories, they live there. And I live in them.
Pai, Mae Hong Son, Thailand
Pai is a very special place. Anyone who comes here will agree with this - even for three days, even for a month. And those who have lived here for years know this for sure. I think it's a matter of mountains or a rift (we have a canyon!), But rather a combination of these and some other mysterious factors. However, it turns out that Pai works as a ruthless karma machine. If you are in debt, then, getting into a cute cozy Pai, you will have to go through trials and cleanse your life. The fact that “in ordinary life” it would take years, a couple of months are enough here. This does not mean that Pai grinds everyone with extreme cruelty. If there is no desire to change, Pai will let you go, you will simply leave.
Many people say that desires come true in Pai. Therefore, be careful with the wording. Everything happens quickly here. But in timelessness.
People with an inner thirst for change come here. And while the fire burns, turning into ash, they do not leave. With the birth of the Phoenix, a person is ready to enter the renewed world.
Pai from the height of your hills
Magic is happening in Pai. They say that too.
Tha Ton, Chiang Mai, Thailand
Taton is a very small town. So much so that they say about such people: "There is nothing to do here!" It is even smaller than Pai. And there are fewer tourists here. And what to watch? A nine-level temple on the mountain? And then? That's it, it's time to get on the bus and leave.
The most interesting thing begins exactly later. When everything has already been done, the whole mountain is ridden, then you just need to close your eyes and feel. Nothing will change around. The hills will also rise beautifully, the river will slowly carry its waters, and the sun will also warm everyone, and then, winking, hide behind all the same hills. Every day, always.
This is not stability. This is flawlessness.
Ella, Uva, Sri Lanka
Sri Lanka has many faces: playful, stern, lazy and relaxed, indignant and naughty. In the very heart of the mountainous province of Uva, I found another face: Ella seemed to me a jewel, calmly and with dignity realizing her uniqueness. Ella does not need to lure tourists to her, they come here themselves, buying the opportunity to arrange trekking in the surrounding hills. To whom regularity and unhurriedness seem to be an expensive luxury, do not linger here. And why? Ahead of them are the conquest of peaks, photographs of the best sunrise on the planet and other achievements.
But personally, I am ready to return to Sri Lanka just for the sake of Ella and live there for a month or two, drink tea and bang on the laptop keys, inspired by the silence and wonderful air. Small towns are unique in that there you can learn not to rush anywhere and do nothing. Nothing that makes the chest overflow with unnecessary importance. The biggest thing to do in Ella can be the walk to the roadside shrine. Put flowers there and say a kind word for the travelers who are circling along the mountain serpentine somewhere below.
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Hawaii, USA
A very common phrase that Hawaii (or any other tropical island) is a paradise on earth, unexpectedly, in fact, turns out to be true. Banal, predictable and blamelessly honest. This truth knocks down how powerful ocean waves, and envelopes, like warm water, which floods the legs at high tide and playfully leaves, leaving the feet to drown in soft sand.
Each of the Hawaiian Islands is unusual in its own way, each has its own and common rich history. No wonder the most famous Hawaiian, gentle giant Israel Kamakavivoole treated his country with undisguised trepidation. He praised her beauty and the struggle for independence, recalled the glorious past and urged people to be worthy of their great ancestors.
But when mountains and ocean meet, only passionate gentleness can be born out of this love. Like the Hawaiian hula dance. Girls' hips float on the waves, their necks and hair are adorned with bright colors, and their hands tell amazing stories.
And on a short sandy strip, between the waters of the ocean and high cliffs, there is a place for a person who watches the play of nature and knows that he is a part of the Universe.
Safed, Mehoz Hatzafon, Israel
In the Northern District of Israel, among the fluffy hills is the small town of Safed. Despite its proximity to the border with Lebanon, from where and where deadly missiles fly, the city lives as if it does not notice the wars waged by the state. He keeps aloof. More precisely, at an altitude (900 meters above sea level). In the very center of the city, on the highest hill, there is already an obelisk dedicated to those who defended their right to live among this beauty. Safed fulfilled his work in the formation of the state, humbly and calmly is proud of it. And he stays where he is most comfortable. In the 16th century.
The mysticism and mysteries of the Caballa are all that interests this city. When the ancestors of today's inhabitants had to flee the Iberian Peninsula in search of a better life, they found this life. Right here. And time stood still. Yes, many now have iPhones, but they are only interested in righteousness and law observance. Studying, thinking and applying in practice what the rabbis themselves once wrote here in Safed (Shulchan Aruch and commentaries on the Torah, for example!) - this is the life of the city.
From the main hill you can see everything - the sea, and hostile Lebanon and the unfortunate Mount Hermon. Yes, only this does not interest anyone. This is real Zen!
Jericho, West bank, Palestine
In the Bible, Jericho is referred to as the city of palm trees. And from the Canaanite language (to which the Hebrew belongs) the name is translated as "fragrant" or "moon". The Arabic language also insists on "flavor". But for the Canaanite-speaking people, that is, the Phoenicians, this land has always been a place of worship for the moon. Of course, it is the fragrant city of palm trees and the city of the moon. The most ancient city in the world, according to avaricious scientists, who gave it 11 thousand years. And so far it is indeed the most ancient city officially recognized.
Jericho is located at the Mount of Temptation, where Jesus spent 40 days testing himself. And under the mountain itself lie the ruins of ancient Jericho. Of course, the most ancient layer is inaccessible to the eye. And, frankly, there is no ancient city. And there are not even ruins. Only historical burial mounds with small stonework. Probably, after the pipes of Joshua destroyed the walls of Jericho, nothing can be built on this place for a long time.
But you can still see. In my heart.
Sicily, Italy
The Phoenicians, as you know, were navigators, the Vikings of their time (or the Vikings became Phoenicians of the Middle Ages). And now those whose ancestors (Canaanites, Hittites, Amorites) remained in the Middle East, we call Jews and Arabs, and the Phoenicians left and settled in several more countries both in the West and in the East. They have gone so far that modern man does not even see the kinship between peoples. The Phoenicians spread their writing system all over the world, and we still use it today.
They made it to Sicily. Main city Palermo in ancient times was called Sis, "flower" in translation from Phoenician. Then the Greeks came here and brought their culture, brought poetic orderliness, replacing the wild passion of the Phoenicians. The Romans, on the other hand, subordinated everyone to their harsh laws. Sicily was the last to wait for the Europeans from the north: Vandals, Ostrogoths and Normans. But despite this, the relaxation of the Greeks and the permissiveness of the Phoenicians made the Sicilians one of the unique nations in modern Italy.
Crossroads of the Sea, Sicily, like a delicious puff pastry seasoned with sweet cream. And now it is only really good in unity, and not dismantled into ingredients.
Indianapolis, Indiana, USA
Indianapolis, located exactly in the center of Indiana, was truly a dream city for 19th century Americans. Its exact layout (architect Alexander Ralston, together with Pierre Lefant, also built Washington) is amazing. Precision and streamlining are the main features. Like Moscow, Indianapolis radiates out from the central Monument to Soldiers and Sailors (The Circle Monument). It is a circle that attracts energy from all over the state. In the USA, the city is known as the "Crossroads of America", all important roads converge here. One square mile - this is how Indianapolis saw its creator. But I think there was always a thought about development. And the city naturally grows without disrupting the layout. An ideal place to live.
Despite the name, the Indians are no longer here. Miami (not to be confused with modern) and the Delaware were evicted by 1820 just before construction began. But now the city is considered the most tolerant in the States. And even a little proud of their good qualities. One of the most famous "big boys" (yes, that's what the people of Indiana are called, and they are actually ALL tall!) The writer Kurt Vonnegut loved to laugh at. Snide from the excessive seriousness of his fellow citizens, Vonnegut nevertheless describes Indy best of all in his books.
Indianapolis also lives on my pages, like a secret place where you are always expected. A city-circle, it reveals all the problems in full view or hides them, dizzy. Every circle will ever turn into a spiral. It's all about personal choice.
California, USA
Everyone dreams of California - beaches and warm sunshine, a beautiful life and a career in Hollywood. Being born in California is a great fortune, even for Americans. But if this did not work out, then US residents in droves go to the southwest, trying to fill their voids.
I also dream of California. ABOUT Pacific and about the beautiful nature: about the mysterious desert and bright colors. It seems to me that it is in such a place that you can see the contrasts of our life. No wonder there are so many earthquakes in California - nature is arguing with man. A person wants to be brighter and plays roles on films. And the earth in an instant demonstrates who is the main character here. Neither Shakespeare's tragedies nor the 20th Century Fox studio will ever compare to what nature can show.
I dream of California, oh mysterious worldhidden in daylight. I see the mysterious treasures of the extreme west, the tartare of our civilization ("tar" for the Greeks was the west, and "tartare" was a place that was impossible to reach). There are no tourists on those trails, there are no stars, there are only stars.
But California isn't just about beautiful cities and famous beaches. California is so diverse that there is a place for landscapes that are not similar to each other. If you drive along its hilly roads, then already beyond San Francisco you can meet giant sequoia trees. Most of the tourists ride in the appropriate national park or in and looks the most voluminous sequoia, and I liked the coastal sequoias, the highest. These are majestic and immense trees for thought.
And in Southern California grow unique and surprisingly diverse in shape joshua three. And sometimes it seems that it is such happiness that there are still so many beauties in the States where there is no imprint of human activity. There is no need to understand the historical twists and turns. The trees are just there. And their eternity and tranquility in the middle of desert landscapes gives the most powerful weapon - the freedom to be yourself.
And the same can be said for the other two wonders located on opposite sides of the Sierra Nevada. Kings Canyon National Park and Death Valley. All this, by some miracle, fits into one state. Endless wild trails - possible encounters with nature, with bears or heat - who will survive after this? California is checking even now, even though the days of the Gold Rush are over. Testing by gold, copper pipes in Hollywood. There remains a test of self-preservation. Why not?
Arizona, USA
According to the bold remark of Emir Kusturica, it is customary to dream in Arizona. Arizona is different. These are huge and unusual canyons of the north, these are pine greens and mountains of the center and the desert Sonora in the south. And somewhere in the midst of all this diversity, you can find yourself a place where you can sit down and fly your dream skyward like kites.
Once upon a time a guest from space came to Arizona - the famous Arizona crater attracts many from afar. And the traces of those who came remain for millions of years. It sometimes seems to me that all the dreamers crawled out of the crater and scattered across the state, devoting their lives to building their plans. Will these be fragile houses in Wupatki or built in hollows high mountain dwellings, whether dinosaurs or fossilized trees are buried - there is room for everyone. Is not it so?
Those who have not mysteriously left keep the canyons and charge the aliens, believing that this is fair and will compensate the damage that the white people have done to them. Now the Indians play by the white rules. In my opinion, now almost everyone in the world is American. Or the new Romans. Yet in Arizona, you can find a place to hide from civilization.
Washington, USA
The evergreen state, so similar in its landscapes to the northern latitudes of Russia, conquered me instantly. Everything is clear and close. There is no place for surprise when you see something unusual and unusual. Here everything is its own, cozy.
We made several treks to the mountains and volcanoes of Washington and still remember how it was at ease to walk around Rainier or along Hurricane Ridge.
Do not think that the state is just covered with evergreen trees, and this is its trick. This is a surprisingly diverse area. There is a rain forest in Olympic Park, lakes with breathtaking color of water, peaks of mountains with amazing shape. Washington can be studied for a long time and it is worth devoting a lot of time to it. Traveling slowly along the roads of Washington with an eternal smile and stopping for the night with a tent is not a traveler's dream?
Devils Tower, Wyoming, USA
There are so many miracles in Wyoming - there and, but I want to celebrate the Devil's Tower. A lonely mountain, around which unthinkable legends have formed, and the emergence of which scientists cannot explain so plainly, cannot fail to attract attention. Although, on the other hand, what is it about her? Stands, rises. And that's all. You can drive by, marvel and rush on, forgetting about the tower in a couple of seconds!
However, we deliberately made a detour for the sake of this wonderful mountain, although we are not climbers who like to test ourselves by climbing to the top of the mountain. And we were right: it was worth coming here! A sacred place for the Indians appeared as the guardian of all the beauty of Wyoming. Here and beautiful views, and pleasant walks around the Devil's Tower itself, and attempts to figure out what made the earth part and release the unique mountain out. And you know, I want to come back again and again walk around the Devil's Tower.
Isla de Pascua, Chile
To imagine a place inhabited by people far, far in the middle of the ocean is possible only in romantic dreams. However, there are such islands on the planet, maybe left over from the sunken land, or maybe surfaced in their irrepressible passion to live. Dead island volcanoes stick out in the middle of all the oceans. But not all of these islands are inhabited. But people live on Easter Island. And they lived there, as they say, for a long time.
Polynesia and all of Oceania is a mysterious territory. On the one hand, on islands remote from each other, people live who speak languages \u200b\u200bclose to each other. For example, in Hawaii you will be understood if you speak the language of Tahiti or Tonga. On the other hand, on each of the islands there is a culture that is alien to the rest of the world, and surprisingly similar to those buildings that were erected in South America. Rapa Nui was once a crossroads in the turbulent Pacific Ocean.
And there, on this distant, distant piece of land in the endless ocean, I found peace and tranquility, sitting on the edge of the Rano-Kau volcano. I think I'm still sitting there.
The small town of Salento was built for gold. Gold was mined in Colombia and Peru, transported across the mainland to and taken to Europe. And so Salento was the very town that was built on the route of the golden caravan. To relax on the way among the magical local hills.
Gold from Colombia has already been taken away, but the town remained. The road that passed here is also no longer relevant. And the isolated Salento now attracts eco-tourists and coffee lovers, another gold of Colombia. It is interesting that despite all this history, freshness and some kind of naivety remained in Salento. This is the very place where you can come with a pure heart (and with a tent it is still desirable!) And be alone with nature. Even a large number of tourists may not be annoying if you make a plan correctly. While all of them are running in order to be in time before the jeeps leave, you can wander along different paths, where there are no hummingbirds or palm trees, but it is still breathtakingly beautiful!
It is also interesting to cover several climatic zones at a time! The ascent from mountain rivers and waterfalls and plains to a rain forest and then a toss to the snowy peaks of volcanoes - why not?
The high plateaus in the Andes in Bolivia are capable of capturing the imagination of even the most callous people. I have already written more than once that the landscapes of Bolivia seem to be lands of unearthly origin. And it always seems that here it is a real non-historical country. If anything happens here, it is only on a planetary scale. It is not Bolivian to waste your time on trifles. There is no historical time here, only universal.
Therefore, you can simply observe, since you are so lucky to be among these landscapes, where only extremophile microorganisms live and flamingos arrive to the delight of tourists.
But despite its extreme - high and cold - Bolivia remains in the heart. Its faded but colorful landscape is remembered. And you always think about how to return to the streets of La Paz with its unsightly houses, how to freeze again in the Salvador Dali Valley or spend the night in a salt hotel.
Track across the Andes to ancient city Choquequirao is indeed the most unforgettable adventure for me. And how many tears were shed during the ascent and promises that I would think for a long time about starting a similar journey again. And almost a year has passed, and imperceptibly for myself I realized - I want to go this way again to the fabulous Choquequirao!
And this trip to one of the last refuge of the Inca aristocracy is rather difficult. It can be assumed that mountain crossings were not difficult for the Incas, they were worn throughout the empire without any particular problems. Now we, modern people, call heroes those who went down the canyon of the Apurimac River and climbed to a height of 1700 meters, and then wandered through the labyrinth of one of the Andean lost cities.
During the hike, there is an opportunity not only to overcome oneself and join the mysteries of history. A unique unity with nature, isolation from the usual digital world - this is the value of the track. No internet, no hotels - none of this in the Andes. There is only a road, a mountain and clouds. The backpack is behind your back and you yourself are alone. Each step is like a whole journey.
Valle Sagrado, Peru
The sacred valley of the Incas is known all over the world. Still would! Who hasn't heard of in Peru? Probably everything! In addition to the famous lost city in the Sacred Valley, there are also a huge number of monuments of Inca architecture - both famous and not so much. Some are very easy to get to - they will take you by bus, train or taxi. And somewhere you can only walk along mountain passages with a backpack on your shoulders. And you will have to rely only on yourself.
Once upon a time, very important events took place in Peru for the whole world. After all, there is no doubt that all the ancient cities belong not just to the Inca culture, but to the entire planet. After all, construction methods and technologies were ahead of their time. Or our technological time is desperately falling behind Peruvian. Therefore, here again, as in the case of Bolivia, we can say that historical time does not exist in this country. Because the history of Peru does not fit into the history textbook. And what fits in is bursting at the seams.
We will no longer be witnesses of what happened here during the Spanish conquest, but we can easily say that history has been rewritten here more than once. But the real history of Peru (and it would become the entire planet) remained in stones. This is what the Sacred Valley is famous for.
Not far from Cajamarca, a city in the northern mountains of Peru, is tiny Otuzco. Basically, it attracts its visitors with the necropolis or windows of Otuzko. Tourists come to look at the wall in which the burial chambers are carved and leave. And for some reason we decided to stay longer. In addition to the amazing necropolis, which became such only at the later stages of its existence, it seemed to us that Otuzko conquers with its views.
Countryside, quite alpine landscapes, wandering or lying cows and amazing trees with soft green-silver leaves that grow only in the Andes - and tiny Otuzko will forever remain in the heart. So much so that from time to time I ask myself a question: can I come here and live?
Most often we go to Kimry. Just take a walk along the Volga. Summer, spring, autumn and winter too. Go to your favorite pizzeria. It's all in Kimry.
A small town with not the best fame, but it opened up to us from a completely unexpected side. His houses go into the ground, the facades are not repaired. Everything gradually collapses. An entire era was buried in Kimry. And walking through the poetic ruins is very interesting.
But the most curious thing about Kimry is the people. They still live in a reality that has certainly disappeared in Moscow. We have met people who care about environment just. One man with a sonorous surname Repin loves to sit with friends on the embankment and drink beer. However, this typical picture is suddenly adorned with the fact that once or twice a week this man goes to sweep the embankment, making sure that his company and other vacationers take away the remains of the feast. And who does not take away, well, twice a week he cleans up the embankment. On their own initiative. Is free.
Kham Paeng Yark, Kammouan, Laos
For some reason, a veil of silence envelops the Wall. Many come by, drop in to take some photos and leave. Obviously, they do not represent the scale and grandeur of what is in front of their eyes.
The height of the wall is 16 meters!
This is truly a Cyclopean masonry built by the ancient inhabitants of Laos!
But how amazing it is to stand at the very top of this high man-made wall and look at the beauty spreading around! Indeed, we, people, are so accustomed that we have to tell everything in detail, prove it, and only after that we will deign to pay attention to a certain phenomenon. We have practically forgotten how to see things in their true light. We need a label. But the Wall stands before us, unarmed and innocent. This is the most striking example of megalithic masonry that I have seen so far.
And I am so happy to tell you all about this discovery! Open your eyes too! The world deserves to be looked at without judging. An unclouded look will open for us much more ancient wonders!
There are magical places everywhere on our planet, and I will definitely find them.
Summary of GCD for drawing in the senior group
My favorite place in the city theme
Goal: Continue to acquaint children with their small homeland.
Tasks:
Expand children's ideas about their hometown of Severomorsk;
Arouse in children a sense of admiration for the beauty of their hometown;
Learn to convey the image of the city in a drawing at any time of the year;
- develop creative imagination, a sense of composition, color.
Preliminary work: city \u200b\u200btour, viewing a photo album with views of the city, talks about the city of Severomorsk.
Lesson material: Sheets of paper, colored pencils.
Course of the lesson:
Educator: Guys, let's stand in a circle. Show your palms. Rub them together. What do you feel? (Heat). This is the warmth of kind hands and kind souls.
Educator:: Now let's stand in a circle and say hello to each other.
(Communication game)
Let's stand side by side, in a circle,
Let's say “Hello! " each other.
We are not too lazy to say hello:
Hello! "And" Good afternoon! ";
If everyone smiles -
Good morning will begin.
GOOD MORNING!
Surprising moment.
(Knock on the door) The teacher opens the door, Luntik enters with her.
Educator: Guys, look, this is Luntik. He flew to visit us from the moon. Let's get to know him (children take turns giving their last name, first name, patronymic).
Educator: Guys, Luntik lives on another planet and doesn't know anything about our city at all. Let's introduce him to our city.
For first, please answer me the questions:
1. What does the word Motherland mean? (Homeland is the country we live in.)
2. What does the word small homeland mean? (Small Homeland is the place where a person was born and raised.)
3. Our Motherland is called ... (Russia)
4. The inhabitants of Russia are called ... (Russians).
5. The President of Russia ... (V.V. Putin)
Guys, pay attention to the photos. (Photos with city views)
Look closely at the photographs and tell me what they show. (Children's answers).
Educator: Guys, what is the name of the city in which we live?
Educator: There are a lot of cities and towns in the world. And today we will talk about our city Severomorsk, about the most beloved, about the most beautiful.
Educator: Please tell me what do you like about our city? (children's answers).
Educator: There are many streets in our city. And each street has its own name. What street do you live on? (children's answers). I live on the street…..
Educator: Guys, you walk the familiar streets every day. What buildings can be seen on the streets of our city? (Shops, post office, pharmacy, hospital, school, library, kindergarten).
Educator:Now let’s rest a little.
Fizminutka
We get up early in the morning
We see the city outside the window.
(show with hands to the window)
He woke up, he lives
Calls us to the street.
(walking in place)
There are different houses:
High and low
(put your hands up and down)
Far and near
(stretch out your arms and bring them closer to you)
Wooden, panel, brick,
(move with one hand as if we count)
It seems to be ordinary.
(shrug)
We live, we grow
In our native city.
(gradually rise on toes with raised hands and take etc.)
For someone - small, -
(show a small object with your hands)
And for us it is huge.
(raise your hands up and lower through the sides)
Let it grow
Let it bloom
(hands on the belt, springs in both directions)
Our small town.
(spread straight arms to the sides)
Problematic situation.
Educator: Guys, our Luntik is crying. What happened? He told me that he was crying because there were no such beautiful places in his city. In the city where he lives with friends, he is bored. Do you think we can help him? (children's answers).
See the city of Luntika. (image of the moon). What do you think is missing here to make our guest happy? (Children's answers).
Educator:And riddles will help us with this.
Guess guys,
You are about the city of mystery.
You will have to continue
Trains are noisy everywhere
And people go who where.
From all sides, from all ends,
Who is waiting for the trains to arrive
We invite the one to the hall,
What is called ... (Railway station)
You can omit the letter here,
Send a telegram,
Call by phone
On a business trip to mom.
You can buy an envelope here,
Send a parcel urgently,
Saying hello to everyone,
After all, this building is ... (Mail)
People in white don't get bored
Do not sit idle
The course of treatment is prescribed
These people are in white.
If someone is sick,
Everyone goes to be treated
To our nursery ... (Hospital)
What is this wonderful house?
One hundred kids in the house
The house is very happy for the kids!
What is this? ... (Kindergarten)
If the refrigerator is empty,
If there is nothing to eat,
There is no bread, no cabbage,
There is no oil and buckwheat,
You come here soon
And take the basket
Buy whichever tastes better
In our (store)
It has amazing pictures,
The paintings are rare and delightful
But they won't be allowed to buy them.
Not because they cost a lot,
After all, this is the treasure of my country.
Not a shop here but museum.
Educator:Guys , can we help him? (Children's answers).
Come on, we will draw our city and give it .
Lesson summary.
Educator:Well done, guys, what wonderful drawings you've got. And who will tell us about their drawings? (several children share their vision of the drawing). Was it difficult for you to do this job? (children's answers). I hope that when you grow up and become an adult, be sure to build your own beautiful and cozy homes.
Luntik thanks the children and promises to build cozy and beautiful houses, courtyards, etc. with friends.
Educator: Guys, what did you like the most today.
