I love my city. Everything is beautiful in it: from the delightful center to the most distant edges. If they asked me which city I would like to live in, then undoubtedly I would stay where I am. And, of course, there is one place that I especially love.
My favorite place in the city is the park. Every weekend my family and I go there to ride the rides and get a charge of positive emotions. It is there that I can see happy parents who are not busy with their work. And there they often buy me sweets: popcorn and cotton candy. In addition to entertainment, the park also has beautiful plantings with magnificent trees of various types. In autumn, this green kingdom turns into a fiery palace and it is very difficult to take your eyes off this picture. I also love this place because I often meet new people there. By the way, we met my best friend there and now after school we often walk in the park. We don't need money for this. The park has an area where you can have fun and for free. There are many different horizontal bars on this site, on which we constantly climb. And then, tired, but happy, we go home to return to the park tomorrow.
There are many beautiful places in my city, but the city park will always remain my favorite!
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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 of 2 "B" class
PONOMAREVA
NATALYA ALEXANDROVNA.
Leader:
Timofeeva Nadezhda Alekseevna
The writing.
In native places the wind smells like chamomile,
And all the earth is its own until a blade of grass,
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 slender,
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 concept that is very capacious 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 favorite places that we like since 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 earth, 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 Man, when I heard the whisper of leaves, the song of a grasshopper, the murmur of a spring stream, 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 has been listening to this wonderful music of life for hundreds and thousands of years. She won’t say in vain. And the grandmother says at every opportunity: "I knew how to give birth to a child, be able to teach." I understand her. Love for our 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 love walking with my grandmother along Nizhegorodskaya Street, especially admiring the Pavlovsky Lemon monument. 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 Pavlovsk artisans were considered peasants, they did not work on the land, many did not even have a plot near the house, and were drawn to gardening. So they bred a kind of lemon that could grow on a window, and all the windows in their houses were lined with pots of fruit-bearing lemons. Lemons at the same time and the air was purified, polluted when 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. 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 had 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 desolate 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!
For everyone there is a courtyard in which he grew up. Recently, in a lesson, we learned to write essays about our favorite place in the city. Some of the works turned out to be extremely similar, some seemed to me interesting, open, kind and filled with love.
Imagine ... October ... The sun shines with oblique rays right in the pupils' notebooks ... Leaves rustle quietly outside the window, cars are distantly humming ... Noisy, but very friendly 5 "in" class has quieted down ... everyone writes about his beloved place ...
Osmanova Ravana:
I was born in Georgia. Georgia is a very beautiful country, everything is interesting there. If you look at the streets from the window, you can see the indescribable beauty. I especially liked looking at the evening street. The darkness fell slowly, but the street was still busy with traffic and there was a lot of light. Cars drive along the roads, shops, trees, and even some houses are decorated with colorful bulbs. It was getting very festive. When you walk down the street and freeze, you can go to any store or house - it is always warm, cozy, beautiful and pleasantly smelling of baked goods. A lot of swings, horses, and other playgrounds have been made for children - all this creates coziness and becomes so happy in the soul, so calm ...
Rukosueva Julia:
I love to visit my grandmother. She has a wonderful view from the window: you can see the stable, horses and the railway. My little sister loves to look out the window when the train rides. She starts waving her hand and smiling, and our whole family laugh at her ...
Petrova Maria:
I was sitting by the window and saw my neighbor Aunt Lyuba running from store to store, buying groceries. I heard the neighbor's dog waiting for its owner, she sometimes began to whine at the door and I felt very sorry for her. I heard the breeze blowing through the windows and saw the rays emanating from the sun in different directions. My favorite place is on my street. There the sun is shining brightly, the breeze is blowing softly, the birds are singing and the grass rustles as if in a whisper. This place has a playground that mesmerizes young children like a singing bird. I have a favorite tree there. It is located not far from my house and the windows of my room overlook exactly it. Maybe that's why I love him so much? I always have a shine on the window from the wet leaves of this tree. You can often see sparrows on the tree. They sing songs, and I sit quietly, hiding so as not to frighten them away. And I listen. When I ask my mother about my yard, she says that before there was nothing in it except this tree. And now a lot has changed, a playground has been built and a slide has been made for the kids, but my tree still pleases everyone with its life. I love my yard!
Talay Bogdan:
I was born in Medvezhyegorsk. There was a playground next to my house, and a large wooden ship stood nearby. My friend Maxim and I loved to go to an abandoned building. There were two floors and a lot of different old military things. Once we found four gas masks. We also had a swing near the house. I loved to sit and read a book ...
Bugaeva Nastya:
The street of my childhood.
When I was little, my grandmother took me to the sandpit. Once I found a ring with a blue pebble there.
View from the window.
My house has nine floors. There are three windows overlooking my apartment. I like the view from the window in my room. I love to sit and look out of the window. Once I saw a boy helping his grandmother to get home.
You can see a birch tree from my window. In autumn, she is beautiful, she seems to have yellow earrings.
I listen to my city.
One summer I heard the rustling of leaves say to me: "Hello!" I looked down, but there was no one there. I was surprised. Autumn has come?
Hometown panorama.
Once I went to the city center, there were a lot of people, our whole family went to the zoo. I saw a bear and other wild animals in cages. There are always many shops in the city center. There are also kind people there. I was even treated to ice cream. It was nice.
Tuyusova Vlada:
I live in a city with the beautiful name Petrozavodsk. In our city there are many different situations, both sad and funny. There are many beautiful and indescribable places in Petrozavodsk, which can be listed both day and night. But I'll tell you about one of my favorite places. This is my yard. I live on Antonov Street. The view from my window always makes me happy. I always want to jump when I see my friends from the window. In my yard, the view is now like this: beautiful flying leaves, a blue gentle sky with light, like cotton, clouds, an interesting playground. There are always a lot of guys ...
My favorite place in the city is our local park. In this park, I often walk with friends, celebrate holidays and just stroll through familiar places. This park has many rides that you can ride, you can also buy cotton candy, hot corn, a glass of popcorn and many other goodies.
My favorite place in the city is our local park. In this park, I often walk with friends, celebrate holidays and just stroll through familiar places. This park has many rides that you can ride, you can also buy cotton candy, hot corn, a glass of popcorn and many other goodies. There is also a cinema next to the park, where we like to walk with friends on weekends.
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MY FAVORITE PLACE IN THE CITY IS OUR LOCAL PARK. IN THIS PARK I WALK WITH FRIENDS OFTEN, CELEBRATE HOLIDAYS AND JUST WALK IN THE PLACES I KNOW. THIS PARK HAS A LOT OF ATTRACTIONS YOU CAN RIDE, AS WELL AS HERE YOU CAN BUY SUGAR WOOL, HOT CORN, ROOT GLASSES AND MANY OTHER FLAVORS. STILL NEAR THE PARK THERE IS A CINEMA IN WHICH WE LIKE TO WALK WITH FRIENDS ON THE WEEKEND.
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My favorite place in the city is our local park. In this park, I often walk with friends, celebrate holidays and just stroll through familiar places. This park has many rides that you can ride, you can also buy cotton candy, hot corn, a glass of popcorn and many other goodies.
There is also a cinema next to the park, where we like to walk with friends on weekends.
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 helicopter, and in the hayloft we play the 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 the 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. My mother 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. In the forest, lilies of the valley grew, the birds sang great. But at night I really wanted to go home to Varshavka.
I have been to Siberia as many as 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 love 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 so good at home! I really love 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, the greenery is replaced by ocher, crimson, and the bright yellowness of birches. In winter, there is pure white snow 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, at my grandmother's, 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 in my grandmother's house it is always festive, interesting. 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. From this smell alone it becomes 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 Mira Avenue - only the gray wall of the opposite house. And here - all of Moscow at a glance. Eight fireworks scatter their colored 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 how Alyosha describes a weekend morning - “and then a special aroma of fresh bread spreads throughout the apartment. From this smell alone it becomes fun. "
^ Essay Ira
My favorite place on earth is Ilyinka. She somehow became natural to me. I've been living there for ten years. I like it with its quiet streets, beautiful houses, its surprises, 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. It seems to me that there is no better place than the USSR 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 it is no longer a native class 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 while 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 on the shore of the lake." The place the author dreams of.
^ Essay Lena
My favorite place on earth is the sofa in my brother's room. It's 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 harmful, when I tumbled, I fell, and he creaked, as if he was 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 in physical education they gave me a "5".
^ Essay Yuli
My favorite place on earth is the sofa. Every day after school 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. Simuyavichienė "Mischievous", and I only read it 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 fried mushrooms. I also write this composition on the sofa.
^ 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 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 are 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 a village 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. There was a monument to the Unknown Soldier near the pond.
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 out of wood. I always waited until we get to the old man, because a woodpecker or a squirrel or some other bird was sitting on it.
I remember everything, and it seems to me that this village was very large. But she was small, so it seemed to me 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
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