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MOU “Honcharivska middle school skylight school”

Sudzhansky district of the Kursk region

MY LITTLE FATHER

Vik - 16 years

Home address: Kursk region Sudzhansky district sl. Goncharivka vul. Nova hut 50

School phone 2-25-10

Teacher Sheludchenko Hanna Viktorivna

Sudzha, 2011

MY LITTLE FATHER

Yakshcho shout the army is holy:

"Throw Russ, live in paradise!"

I will say: “Paradise does not require

Give me my Fatherland.

S.A. Yesenin

Russia is a bagatonic national land. Russians and Tatars, Bashkirs and Udmurts, Nenets and Chuvashs live with her ... Ale for the skin people, the Crimean land, in a way that is alive, more dearly in the world, the fatherland is small.

The Batkivshchyna is small - these are the places, where the people were born, grew up, started, where they live. Tse those places, love until it settles in the heart of a person forever. But knowing your own Fatherland, almost love does not blame her once. І for the skin, the process is different. For a child in childhood, the most important thing is mother and father. Ale, pіdrostayuchi, vіn pochinaє vіdchuvati vіdchuvati prihilnіnіst to friends, to the native street, to the river, to forests, watering, to your village chi mista. And it doesn’t matter what your Batkivshchyna is: let’s give a great promise to a small village and look like a village like a place. Golovnya, which is all right, you know you are children.

Batkivshchyna, like a father and mother, do not rob. You accept it, love it, like it won't. I’m only a little older, a person gradually recognizes his belonging to his mother-fatherland, support for her, and more smut - an unimaginable love for her. This is how a hulk is born, this is how a patriot is formed.

For all the hours of poetry, they composed verses and songs about the Batkivshchyna. Letters and artists assigned native land create your own. For the names of Vitchizni, in the hearts, on the lips, there were the most beautiful blue daughters at the battle with the enemies, they performed heroic deeds. The age of love to the Batkivshchyna can be equaled less than love to your loved ones. The cost of theirs means deep sorrow, and the cost of the Fatherland - the cost of human happiness, the cost of faith in future life, the cost of yourself. And if it was necessary to stand up for the beloved Batkivshchyna, for the honor of that independence, then people gave more dearly, that the people have a life.

For skin people in the її small Batkivshchyna є those who want to know about it. Axis and I want to describe my Batkivshchyna with її unique history, victorious nature, with її memorable places, and riches in other speeches that are important for me.

My little Batkivshchyna - Sudzhansky district of the Kursk region. Since the distribution at the border crossing of Russia on the cordon of Ukraine, and to be more precise, our little town of Sudzha is located on the border region.

Vinikla Sudzha is a guard post of the kingdom of Moscow. This fortified point was standing on the hillock, ossified by a palisade, impenetrable swamps dragged along for a long time. Sounds and names: "Su" - water, "Ja" - space. Sudzha - "swampy place". More than once, the defenders of the fort had to beat the Tatar cinematography. In 1664, the ranks of the city were called to the royal mercy of Sudzha. Step by step, between judgments expanded, and the strategic value fell. Rich black earth fields brought people here from the central regions of Russia. The stench settled on the banks of the river Sudzha with great sim'ami. The author of the coat of arms of our city is the dean Statsky Radnik Volkov. Axis short description the head symbol of Sudzhi: at the upper part of the coat of arms of testimony, the coat of arms of Kursk, on the other - that a gray wild goose sits at the line of a wild goose near the silver field, which means "such birds have great wealth."

Colored enamels, which are victorious in heraldry, draw their own song meanings. The silver field on the Sudzhan coat of arms means purity, kindness and innocence, green colors- Hope, joy and prosperity. Here, and ask the rows from the verse of Pavel Vetoshkin, consecrated to Sudzha:

In the middle of the next waters and willows

Pliv wild goose. Three chickens

Spurhnuli, completing your coat of arms,

І vіdlіtayut without landing.

The city has another sight,

Your special dates.

Not a national day, but a river

We goloshuєmo, like prickly.

Three hours of arrival

My place, my old mandrivnik ...

Aspen leaf yaskravy shovk

Zhovten has stocked up for you in advance.

past fates calendar

The bilinear word is overgrown with:

Your vіk - 347

I'm running around in the game, that fluttered.

Our city has a lot of reminders. For example, in 1895, in Sudzha, the first monument in Russia to Shchepkin, the great actor, was erected, later - a monument to the first cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin. Also, our city has a local museum, where the paintings of the artist Likhin, the teaching of the great painter Rpin, are kept.

There are many rivers running through our world, great and small. The largest rivers in the Kursk region are Psel and Seim. At the lowlands of the rivers, there is a large number of pains, flooded onions. I didn’t think before, and the swamp is a miraculous natural phenomenon. Povikami formed in them stocks of peat, even tepidly. From the same swamps - our national wealth.

And also from the swamps there is one more unique phenomenon in our region. Near the village of Nizhne Makhove there is an incredible lake. Tilki there growth zovsіm uncharacteristic for the Central Chornozem'ya pіvnіchna berry - crane. Yogo itself is also called crane lake. Vono has long become a mystical reminder. In windless weather from shore to shore, a right island floats here, overgrown with grass, chagars and trees. The area of ​​yoga is approximately 0.6 ha. The lake itself, behind historical tributes, is much younger. Youmu doesn’t have a hundred years.

Sudzha is stashed on humpbacked meat. The Pagorbies are scouring the lowlands. Foxes grow on their slopes, in which different creatures linger: hares, squirrels, foxes, wild boars, roe deer and richly seen birds. Our land is called the nightingale land, because there is a large number of these beautiful birds here. The tops of the pagorbiv are planted with various crops: cereals, sucrose beetroots, corn and dormouse. If you marvel at the fields, which are ears of wheat, life, then you think that the sea is green.

Near our district, near Gornaly, there is the most beautiful pagorb - Fagor. Axis yak yogo spіvuє mіstseviy sings

A. Sudzhenko at his verse “Oguk z Fagora”:

I stand on the green top

I admire Hornall native:

Turning water spring,

Psel vibliskuє in grass luchniy;

Hati brizkayut in the glare of glasses -

Beauty and in the distance and close!

I am my soul's falcon

Rush uphill and into the expanse of Russia.

Oh, if my hail from Fagor -

From the father of the greatest, burn -

Feel the gurkit space

I heaven of golden light!

I was also on this hillock and I can say that for me there is no more beautiful place on earth. If I marveled at the beast down, then my spirit groaned, and Psel me, giving me a black line that calls.

I can continue describing my little fatherland for a long time. But I want to say smut: you need to save the most beautiful places for the future generations, so that the stench knew that they knew what their ancestors were crying for! If I marvel at the outskirts of Sudzhі, my heart beats stronger, my soul becomes so warm and joyful, even if I know that all of our relatives know from the first days of life. I feel a little love and pride for my native land.

Finish your tvir, I want a lesson from Prikhodka.

Mіsto mіy, red red,

Hundreds of rocks you stand above the river,

At the black-earth steppe smoothness,

In the middle of the green at the grassy beauty.

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THEME HELP :

"My little Batkivshchyna".

Efimov Maxim Ivanovich

Grade 6

Republic of Tatarstan, Mendelijevsky district, village of Yenaberdine,

vul. Travneva, 9

Science kerivnik

Tikhonova Irina Oleksandrivna, vikladach of history

MBOU "Yaberdinskaya ZOSh"

Tel. 88554935641

Єnaberdino, 2017.

My little Batkivshchyna.

Batkivshchyna - tse Russia. Wonthe meaning for me is: tse i great country z great history. Її fields, foxes, open spaces, places, where I haven’t yet. Mustache people, how to live and work together. The Fatherland for me is to keep the memory of the history of my country, the whole culture of that pragnennya to save. And, obviously, Batkivshchyna is my native village, її streets and provulki, її people. Batkivshchyna - all friends and signs, my family. Nothing on earth can be nearer, dearer, the lower Batkivshchyna is small.

In some there is a great place, in others there is a small village, but all people love it the same way. Worldly, grown up, a little bit, Batkivshchyna is not forgotten in any way. Skin people can love their little Batkivshchyna, know their history, miracle people, like that growth was born here.

For me, my small Batkivshchina is a small village - Yenaberdino, where I live already 12 years, where my childishness passes.

Our village is just a small, quiet place, where there is little beauty. Here, everything is created for a quiet and turbo-free life, far from the vanity and problems of the place. Here people can have a good time.

Set apart: school, nursery garden, SDK, libraries, FAP, shops.

The village is sharpened by small birch trees and foxes, the river Toima. In the fields there is wheat and wheat, and in the forests berries, mushrooms and various medicinal plants grow.

Our village is more beautiful than ever. The vzimka won is similar to the Kazkovo country. In the spring it is especially beautiful when the blossoms begin: cherry, wild cherry, apple tree and buzok. The Vlitka village is all in greenery, and in autumn everything is all in a golden dress.

The local inhabitants love their village and try to make it quiet and beautiful: to plant trees and flowers, to be children of Maidan, to take the fate of subotniks, to protect it, to protect nature. The streets are cleanly tidied up.

The development of the village does not stand on the spot, it is constantly transformed.The people here are more kind, friendly and strange, which is the greatest wealth of the small Batkivshchyna. The life of my village is trimmed with the same practice.A lot of things have been smashed in our village, but even more needs to be slaughtered. The І tse vіdpovіdalne zavdannya lie on the shoulders of our generation. We can learn, practice, be new, have a happy life.

So it's fun and zaderikovato pass holy. Mustache villagers: and grown up, and children take part in sportswear, fun magic at quizzes. Screeching and everywhere a little cheerful songs of grandmother and children's collectives.

I love my village for those that it is not like any other place.And if the future would not bring me a share, the memory of the small Batkivshchyna will be left in my memory with a stretch of a mustache life.And forever be deprived of those majestic bazhanya turn to the house, where your childishness passed, children ris, knowing the world, your fathers, friends, linger. I de b ty not knowing you zavzhd zіrіvatimut thoughts about the native dіm, batkіv, druzіv.

I want to make my little little bun as clean, fluffy, welcoming and quiet. Ale, for whom it is all our fault to love and take care not only for yourself, but for everything that leaves us. And we, the growing generation, will try to do everything so that our village of Yenaberdino flourishes and becomes more and more beautiful.We cannot choose for ourselves a small Batkivshchyna. Those places, de mi narodzhuєmosya, may be like forever, but for me the Batkivshchina will be the most beautiful and most beautiful, most dear and close.I will never forget my native land and my beloved village. Aje don't know anything eternal, let's remember!

I wish my village Yenaberdino prosper and prosper.

MY LITTLE FATHER

All of you have strength, you can see

I strength from beauty.
No wonder you are named
Great and holy.
S. D. Drozhzhin

Nothing on earth can be nearer, dearer, less is the fatherland. The skin of a person can make his fatherland. In some places there is a great place, in others - a small village, but all people love the same. Deyakі go to other places, lands, but nothing can replace її.
Batkivshchyna is not necessarily great. Tse mozhe buti be a little piece of your place, village. I have my own favorite place. Tse babushin budinochok near the village. There is nothing beautiful for this little piece of Russia. Skin holidays, I try to see my grandmother, especially the bloke. I should be lying on the green grass, crying under the sun on the river birch. Instruct the birds to chirp, and guess what, it's time to chirp. Life is over, and you forget about all the problems. Great evening! Garne weather, the sun is shining, and the moon is appearing in the sky. Quiet, only the horses bloom. Look at the sky, and the stars are so close that if you stretch out your hands, you can touch them. Granny seems to be: through those who are close to the river.
It’s so wonderful in the village of vzimka. Sit at home with rudeness. It's warm, but behind the window there's a hint of kuchuguri... it's easy to wind the door onto the street. Snow overflows on the sonechka, moving the mountain of diamonds. We go to the street - it's cold, the frost is so cold. You go to the barn, and the creatures gravitate towards you, nibi seeming about those who also need caress.
I really like babushin thinness, rabbits especially like me. Rabbits are small, lower fold. If you take them on your hands, then their noses start to crumble so funny, not to mention those who sniff your smell. I also love grandma's horses. Near the village there is a black rock on the Prizvisko Tsigan. A gypsy is an arch of a shove, a zazyaty kin. I rode on a new sprat once. Horses are a more intelligent creature. If I marvel at him, then my thoughts will come together.
Ah, how much I love the heavenly place. How can you not write to me with your fatherland? She will take me in her arms, be kind to me, friendly. It’s good for me to breathe in her at a party. We are going, we are dying, but Russia is forever alive. Come again, and become dear to them, live in the skin drops of dew in the vranci, in the quiet willow of the river, in the wide open fields.
Oh, how dear me were the cry of latattya. If I'm bad and I want to forget, I will always go to the next place of the river. I guess that nature is listening to that mind of me. Vaughn is a good listener. There is only wisdom and not criticism.
Behind the river, across the road, there is a great forest. When the evening comes, the fox is covered with erysipelas farboi. Blame it on the fact that I’ve been sipping here all the time, I’ve been smelling that soul-receiving smell, but only de, I don’t remember. I would like, for an hour to chirp, but mercilessly rush forward. Worldly, grown up, and the axis of our little fatherland is by no means forgotten. We will love and shanuvati її to rest days his life.

I am absolutely impressed that a person can be in a right way, only happy in her fatherland, in that land, she was born and grew up, where her relatives and friends live.
Aje scho for people є najorozhchim? Zvichayno, fathers, children, family. Ale, this is a trembling kohannya, almost a wide pretentiousness to them and is expressed in the word "small fatherland." For their votchiznu in the usa hour of honesty, that noble people, not worrying, were ready to live. That is why we know that in your vchinkiv there is a share of the fatherland, we build a good, courageous and courageous to inspire the most unsung and fearful people.
Almost love for the native land is laid down not in childhood - it was given to us as a nation, tarnished by mother's milk. As we love our little fatherland so much, it tells us to ourselves: this day instills joy and calmness in our souls, instills pride, sighs on a great occasion. M. V. Lomonosov wrote:
Krypit batkivschiny kokhannya
Blue Russian spirit and hand;
Bazhaє skin shed all the blood,
Vіd grіznogo badorit sound.
At the native land, everything is made beautiful, clean. The very nature of nature bestows on us the most light senses, allows us to inhale the aroma of gardens, watering, and forests that are dear to children; to be merry with the bottling of the river, like nowhere else can be clear-sighted, glib, wide; enjoy the unique blue that purity of heavenly distances. The sun in the Fatherland is the best, the snow of the winter is the best-bright, the spring boards are the warmest. And I guess, it’s less likely to be near the native land to dance a different-colored merry-go-round.
Ale deep love to his little fatherland cannot be a man, callous in soul, baiduzhy to otochyuyuchy yoga people. To love your country means to love the people, and, more than that, to love all the people. The life of a lot of great people, the right blues of their fatherland, was consecrated to the people itself. So, Musa Jalil sings, writing in his rows:
I took an oath: dedicate life to the people,
The lands of their own - the fatherland of all fatherland.
Likewise, people in all lands could love all people broadly, there would be no wars, once peace would be restored on earth, the skin lands would become happy. And the fate of the skin people was taken into account at the created happiness.
Be a reasonable and wise person deeply understand your blood ties from your ancestors, and also, the ties from your ancestry. How do the shares of fathers and mothers feel in our souls, how can we not bait the grief of our relatives, so we can’t help people to baiduzhoy to the share of their homeland, their small fatherland. Adzhe vіn vіdchuvaє yourself її part, vіdchuvaє on your own all її hardships and victories,
Together with her, we experience the joys of that turmoil. І magaєtsya robiti all kinds of fallow for її prosvіtannya.
We didn’t know where, wherever our share would not bring us, with my thoughts we turn anew and anew to our little fatherland, with joy we accept a good call from our native places, summarily її failures. And it doesn't matter what we do, as a profession we are taken by the right of our life.

Plan

1. The village is my little Batkivshchyna

2. My settlement that pori roku

Mala Batkivshchyna - itself best place on earth! My Batkivshchyna is Russia. Ale was the place, where I was born and live up to (my small Batkivshchyna), - my native village. Let the wine be small, but I love yoga. My father and sister live here, as well as my grandmother and grandfather. If I come to visit, the kohan grandmother will make me bake pies, I will remember the taste of such a smell for all my life. And I bring my grandmother and children, with whom we often go fishing, leaflets, as I work at the lessons of practical work at school.

My native village suits me at any time of fate. Vletku, if the holidays come in me, we go to the nearest forest. There is already green and rich in mushrooms and berries. Ring out, we are picking up a new goat, and mom and grandmother are preparing from them savory herbs. In the autumn, in the evenings, we sit and drink tea, and at the end of the day, we vilify the indignation. Ale, we call it not cold, even if the whole homeland is at once, then the soul is in the world. Well, in the spring of my day the village is being transformed - the first flowers are being opened, the grass is growing like emeralds, the birds are singing loudly, and the mood is kind. I do love my little Batkivshchyna. If I'm a child, I'll be brought to the city, because I want to join the institute, which we don't have in the village. And yet I often come to the village and see my relatives. And if I graduate from the university, I will turn around obov'yazkovo to the native lands, because my little Batkivshchyna is the best place on earth!

My little Batkivshchyna 7th grade

Plan:

1. Tell me about the little Batkivshchyna.

2. My settlement today.

3. My small Batkivshchyna is my pride!

I live and study at a school near the capital of Russia, near Moscow. Here it’s even louder and more fun, start a rich roar, ale night, before going to bed, I’ll guess my little Batkivshchina - my native village. Її small houses, garne lake, majestic forest. Zovsіm recently I mav holidays, and I was far away to visit the villages, where my childishness passed.

What is especially quiet for me: in front of other forces, my little Batkivshchyna does not die, but, on the contrary, transforms itself. And all the zavdyaks to the fact that right people live here, like to love their native land. The very stench of becoming the wealth of the village. I’m more grateful to them for those who didn’t spare the stench, but increased the beauty of the village; for those who in me have the ability to turn again to the walls of the native school and guess, like children here, the grizzlies of the granite of science, ran through the corridors, hid and hurried to grow up. І skin my visit to the small Batkivshchyna - it is possible to turn to the edge for a short while under the name "Childhood". I am again running barefoot on the dewy grass, so that I can make the scarlet sweater, and the axis of my sled on the lower pairs will rush along the lowered coat, and my grandmother is worried about everything, as if I didn’t catch a cold!

So, good today, bov hour, kazkovy. So, unfortunately, it won't happen again. Pass the fates, and then I will renew and renew myself in the settlement of my childishness. Wine is dear to me for being a great and orderly place. Aje is small Batkivshchyna for me is not just a word, but a region, with which my best fortune is tied, the most beautiful days of those days. I pray with all my heart that my native village with leather rock has become more and more beautiful and rich. I write with my little Batkivshchyna!

My little Batkivshchyna 11th grade

Plan:

1. "Why does the Batkivshchyna start?".

2. The village is my little Batkivshchyna:

A) a description of the atmosphere, which is "dihay" near the settlement;

b) the nature of the native settlement;

3. Mala Batkivshchyna - forever!

“Why does the Batkivshchyna start?

From the pictures in your primer,

From good and good comrades,

Live at the court yard.

Singing, there are no such people, as if they did not know the order of the song. And the axis is based on food, why the Batkivshchyna starts, at the skin. Htos vvazhaє for his own side of those places, de vin live in this moment. And the axis htos, like me, for example, if you don’t forget the land, on which wine that virus was born, the place, about how to say “my little Batkivshchyna”. For me, my native village.

The village of my childishness is not very large, but that little settlement is quieter. Let there be no great undertakings here, plants and factories, the nature here is already majestic. Here it is especially evident, as if it were easy to move freely. Or maybe because my little Batkivshchyna?! I just can't objectively describe the atmosphere, what a wild place this place is?! But what can we say for sure: this small klaptik of the earth, where a person can look like the vanity and the halas of a great place, take care of nature, vilify the body of that soul. My native village is more beautiful than ever. We will make the collection of wines of hoaxes fluffy with snow and make the Kazkovo valley grow. Hanging and flowing, the village is all in color and green, well, and in the autumn it is dressed in gold decoration.

At the same time, it’s a pity, I’m more likely to see my little Batkivshchyna, I live and study at the school of the great city, I do my best, turboti, sometimes I feel more self-conscious. But all the same, for the sake of being able to, I try to come to the native village. Mala Batkivshchyna - forever!