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Homework assignment . 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 with my soul.
How often in sorrowful separation,
In my wandering destiny,
Moscow, I was thinking about you!
A. Pushkin. Eugene Onegin
U. In which magazine did you write the essays “My Favorite Place on Earth”?
D. To the magazine “Reflections on Life”.
U. So let's visit the wonderful places that they love with the authors. I will read, and you think about what is in the essay and why you especially liked it.
^ Essay Tani
My favorite place on earth is our dacha. I always imagine our dacha green, cheerful and summery. Even in winter, when I dream of going to the dacha, it always seems to me that our dacha is green.
It’s very nice at our dacha, and, most importantly, it’s interesting; at our dacha we have an attic and a hayloft. In the attic we play helicopter, and in the hayloft we play ship. We have a lot of hay in the hayloft, and we use it to build cabins. We have a stove at our dacha, and when it is heated, we always watch. We bet which piece of wood will burn faster.
It’s a lot of fun at our dacha, and we only have so much fun at the dacha. That's why this is my favorite place on earth.
^ U. What did you like most about writing?
U. And I’m talking about the fact that the dacha always seems “green, cheerful and summery,” “even in winter.” A very interesting observation.
^ Essay Misha
My favorite place on earth is my Warsaw. That's 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. Lilies of the valley grew in the forest, the birds sang beautifully. But at night I really wanted to go home to Varshavka.
I’ve been to Siberia as many as seven times. And for the eighth time I will probably go with great pleasure. There we live in the forest on the banks of the Ob. Everything is big there: the river, the trees, and even the grasshoppers, as big as locusts. The 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 walked around the whole city. It is very green and roses grow right on the streets. It was almost three years ago, but 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 there, and cars were driving six rows along the highway.
And yet my favorite place is Warsaw. We have a great yard both in winter and 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.
^ U. What did you like?
D. ...
U. And for me it’s the end: “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. My favorite thing is waking up there. Grandmother lives on the 13th floor, and therefore in the mornings there is fog and freshness outside the window. And, in general, beauty always opens from the window there. In summer and spring there are waves of greenery, tree crowns, green lawns, forest. In autumn, the greenery gives way to ocher, crimson, and the bright yellow of birch trees. In winter, there is pure white snow all around, and against its background are the elegant, light walls of modern houses. It's so different from the boring, gray streets downtown where I live. There you feel squeezed by houses and cars. And here, at my grandmother’s, it’s also a city, but it’s spacious and clean. Fresh air, silence.
I'm always in a good mood there. I visit my grandmother on weekends or holidays, about once a month. And it’s always like a holiday. There is a cinema nearby and a forest nearby (we go there in the summer). And at grandma’s house it’s always festive and interesting. Maybe because I have time to wean myself from books, toys, and surroundings. And everything is new for me every time. And grandma is always pleased that they came to her. She cooks wonderfully, and sometimes bakes delicious, delicious pies. And then the special aroma of fresh bread spreads throughout the apartment. The smell alone makes it fun. And how beautiful it is outside the window in the evening - hundreds of lights in the houses, and stars twinkling in the sky. It is especially beautiful on fireworks days.
From the window of our house on Mira Avenue nothing is visible - only the gray wall of the opposite house. And here - all of Moscow is in full view. 8 fireworks scatter their colorful lights at once.
I really love visiting my grandmother, I love this apartment. Maybe also because I grew up here. I was brought here very young, here I learned to distinguish between objects and people, and took my first steps. This is my home.
^ U. What did you like?
D. ...
U. And I liked how Alyosha describes mornings on weekends - “and then the special aroma of fresh bread spreads throughout the apartment. The smell alone makes it 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, cleaned and never cleaned up.
But most of all I love the place where I lived for a very long time. This is an old house without water or heating. But for some reason I like him the most. Maybe the calmness, maybe the number of mushrooms or trees. But most likely because Dymka lived there. This is a Laika dog, he was recently 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 happened there, and especially since my mother wants to go south. But still, I will never forget our Ilyinka. I love her so much!
^ U. What did you like?
D. ...
But there are other works. For example, for Oli favorite place is the library.
I love sitting in the library reading room. Quiet, quiet. So quiet, so quiet that you can hear a fly flying. You enter and immediately find yourself in fairy 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 get so engrossed that you forget where you are.
And if you read about a writer, about Pushkin or Tolstoy, it’s as if you’re talking to him. And it becomes so interesting to listen to the speeches of writers. And great.
And sometimes it happens: you leave the library in the evening 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.
^ U. What did you like?
U. And to me: “And sometimes it happens, you leave the library in the evening and forget in which direction your house is, as if you were in a deep sleep.”
^ Essay Nastya
I don't have such a 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 class, I feel funny and sad. It’s funny because where we just studied, some first-graders are studying, but it’s sad because I will never sit in a lesson in this class on the same desk where I sat in recent months...
I especially love the Black Sea, this huge blue distance. I love the Volga with its islands and islands and islands. I also love Karelia with its famous Karelian birch...
I love this entire huge, great and mighty piece of land - our entire country. I think that better place than the USSR, there is none on our entire green and blue planet Earth.
^ U. What did you like?
D. ...
U. And I’m talking about 3 “a” - it’s sad and funny for the author there - some other first-graders are sitting in a familiar room, and it’s sad that it’s no longer their 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 where the fish were. Time passed, and I had a ready-made map with detailed calculations in my hands, and I got ready to go on a hike. Mom approved of this whole thing, but said: “It’s impossible in April, fishing for large fish is prohibited in April, and it will be cold in the tent in April.”
Well, we agreed on the end of May. Dad came and I showed him the map. And we agreed on the summer, when dad would be given a vacation.
From that day on, I went to different stores, looking for gear and accessories for the hike.
And then, one fine day, my dad said to me: “Where do you hang out every day? You had a stupid dream about a hike!” I was upset, but I didn’t stop preparing.
When dad said that he wouldn’t have a vacation, my plans fell apart: after all, mom wouldn’t go anywhere without dad.
You think I've missed the point. No, the whole time I was writing this essay, I was imagining this place that I had never been to. Imagine: a forest at night, a lake illuminated by the moon, a tent on the shore of the lake...
^ D. I like it...
U. And I liked the ending: “imagine: a forest at night, a lake illuminated 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, which is in my brother's room. It's great to tumble and jump on. Once, when he was cheerful, I jumped so hard that my hand reached the ceiling.
And once he was mischievous, when I was tumbling, I fell, and he creaked as if he was laughing, but then he stopped, he probably took pity on me.
And he is so kind. I tumble and tumble on it, and the next day I got an “A” for my tumble 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 sofa you can read, watch TV, tumble and, as a last resort, sleep.
Sitting on the sofa, I can watch any program: “Mom’s School”, “Time”, “Kinopanorama”, “Alarm Clock”. Sometimes I lie on the sofa, with my stuffed dog Chizhik under my head, and think about the big homework that I need to do. On the couch I study poetry, sometimes prose. When I was little, I liked S. Simuyavičienė’s book “Naughty People,” and I only read it on the sofa.
When I’m healthy, the sofa beckons and caresses me, but when I’m sick, the sofa first consoles me and then begins to bore me. Often I lie down on the sofa, take my favorite book, sometimes my dad’s, look at the pages, and I myself think not about the book, but about skates or fried mushrooms. I am also writing this essay on the sofa.
^ D. (vying with each other). This is a work of art. These are reflections on life (let me argue).
U. What was the main tone of all previous works? What is the tone of Lena and Yulia?
^ D. There are serious thoughts there, and Yulia laughs.
U. Do girls seriously write that their favorite place is the sofa?
D. No, with a smile.
U. If it’s funny, does that mean it can’t be included in “Reflections on Life”?
U. And if it’s serious, can’t it be placed in a fiction magazine?
U.(ZK) All these questions are for the future: what should be classified as journalism and what should be classified as fiction. There are also “borderline” journalistic works that carry artistic features. We believe that these two essays could be included in an art journal.
If you have time, you can continue reading children's works. For example:
^ Essay Dina
When I lived in the 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 crumbling and very cozy. These shops always sold delicious sour cream. 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 my parents and I were walking out of the store, there was a small forest on the right side. In this forest stood an old man carved from wood. I always waited until we got to the old man, because there was a woodpecker or a squirrel or some other bird sitting on him.
I remember everything, and it seems to me that this village was very large. But she was small, it seemed so to me when I was little.
Now I live in a new apartment. We also have the Moscow River nearby, and beyond the Moscow River there is a village. But for me this is a foreign place!
That's all.
Lesson 7. Folk songs
Repetition
| ^ TEXTS FOR THE LESSON Russian folk songs. |
My favorite place in the city is our local park. In this park I often walk with friends, celebrate holidays and just stroll through places familiar to me. This park has many attractions that you can ride on, and here 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 places familiar to me. This park has many attractions that you can ride on, and here 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, which we like to go to with friends on weekends.
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MY FAVORITE PLACE IN CITY IS OUR LOCAL PARK. IN THIS PARK I OFTEN WALK WITH FRIENDS, CELEBRATE HOLIDAYS AND JUST WALK THROUGH PLACES THAT ARE FAMILIAR TO ME. THIS PARK HAS A LOT OF ATTRACTIONS THAT YOU CAN RIDE, AND HERE YOU CAN ALSO BUY COTTON CANDY, HOT CORN, CORN CUPS AND MANY OTHER DELICIOUS ITEMS. THERE IS ALSO A CINEMA THEATER NEAR THE PARK THAT WE LOVE TO GO TO 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 around places that are familiar to me. This park has many attractions that you can ride on, and here 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, which we like to go to with friends on weekends.
In life, every person has favorite places to which he periodically returns, regardless of his employment and opportunity. I also have such places. Each of these places is associated with something very important in my life, which I will never dare to cross out. In my hometown St. Petersburg
I have a favorite place - the Summer Garden.
St. Petersburg is always good, in any weather and at any time of the year. But every corner of it, every monument has its own favorite time, when it fully reveals itself to us. For the Summer Garden such a happy time is the golden days of autumn. Colored with its ceremonial colors, it is solemnly thoughtful and majestic.
I love walking around St. Petersburg, and the Summer Garden, in my opinion, is one of the best and most beautiful places in our city. This is the impression I got when I first visited it. The Summer Garden is at its most beautiful in autumn. The leaves of the trees echo the gilded
The ornaments of the fence, the spreading crowns of trees glow hotly in the transparent air. Pale yellow, amber, purple leaves fall on the naked marble shoulders of statues, on granite pedestals, caught by the wind, dancing in the alleys, rustling pleasantly underfoot.
Also in the Summer Garden I really like the Summer House of Peter I. Peter I really loved his Summer Palace. In this cozy, comfortable house, not intended for official celebrations and receptions, the king usually lived from April to October-November. Most of the alleys of the Summer Garden are our history. The statue of the god of time Saturn standing on the main alley seems to remind those entering the garden of the passing centuries. Straight, linearly drawn alleys are fenced with dense green walls. In the squares and rectangles between the alleys there are even rows of strange trees: instead of spreading fluffy crowns, the tree trunks are crowned with balls, cubes, and pyramids. From the outside it looks very impressive and beautiful.
I walk among the shady alleys,
And the leaves fall, swirling.
In your radiant arms
Passion burns more intensely.
I love your piers so much
Cathedrals, parks and gardens,
I meet love in your eyes.
My glorious city! It's you!
It seems to me that the Summer Garden is one of the most beautiful places in the world. And I will hope that over time it will not lose its beauty and elegance. I want it to always remain as beautiful and thereby attract people from all over the world. Every time the Summer Garden leaves pleasant memories in my memory. And I think that in the future he will leave a global mark on the history of mankind.
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An essay about the beauty of our native land, about our small homeland - the city of Pavlov. About its attractions, about the Pavlovsk lemon, which the Turkish Pasha brought to our city.
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Municipal budgetary educational institution
secondary school No. 10, Pavlovo
FAVORITE PLACES IN MY HOMELAND
With love about our native land!
Work completed
student of 2nd "B" class
PONOMAREVA
NATALIA ALEXANDROVNA.
Supervisor:
Timofeeva Nadezhda Alekseevna
Composition.
In my native places the wind smells like chamomile,
And down to the blade of grass the whole earth is ours,
In my native places the sun shines brighter,
And a silvery voice by the stream.
Let them tell me that there are other lands,
That there is another beauty in the world,
And I love my native places,
Your dear, dear places.
In my native places the sky is blue,
In my native places there are more spacious meadows,
Birch trunks are straighter and slimmer,
And the arc is more colorful than the rainbow.
M. Plyatskovsky.
The native land is the eternal joy of the heart!
Grigory Koval.
Love for the Motherland begins with love for our native nature. The nature closest to the senses 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 natural places of our native land that we have known since childhood. Perhaps the most powerful and exciting memories from childhood are memories of one’s native places, favorite paths, nooks and crannies, what makes love for one’s native land unchangeable and so unforgettable.
Homeland is a very capacious concept in its content. It has a very deep and multifaceted meaning. And the first place where the homeland begins for every person is his family, that is, his 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 region. After all, our homeland was created by nature and our ancestors. And it was nature that dotted everything with its landscapes and natural beauties.
Each of us has our favorite places that we have liked since childhood, and with which we have our own memories and associations. But what could be more beautiful than those memories that a person has preserved? Especially if these are pleasant memories, and even more so associated with childhood, with your home, where your mother and grandmother are always waiting for you from school. You come home and your favorite mushroom soup is on the table!
So, first of all, the Motherland is those native paths along which a person walked somewhere, familiar nooks, alleys, houses, parks, lakes and everything else - everyone has their own associations and memories. This is where love for the homeland begins - from native places that are close to every person. Therefore, the Motherland itself is inseparable from nature and its beauty.
Further, to this image we add the respect that every person has before his ancestors, who lived and worked on this land, ennobling it in labor and defending it on the battlefields. And every person should remember that his 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 instills a love for our native nature. She is a teacher. Grandmother teaches me to understand nature, feel its beauty, read its language, take care of 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 before my eyes: “Observations are necessary for a child, just as the sun, air and water are necessary for a plant, and in order for a child to learn to see the sun in the palm of a dandelion, or a girl in a sundress in a white birch tree, - for this you need to visit nature, stop, look closely to see.” My grandmother taught me from early childhood that Man became Man when he 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 , with bated breath, listens for hundreds and thousands of years to this wonderful music of life. She won't say it in vain. And my grandmother, at every opportunity, says: “If you know how to give birth to a child, you know how to teach it.” I understand her. My favorite teacher Nadezhda Alekseevna Timofeeva instills in us children a love for our native land. She always gives parting words: “During your walks, observe what is happening in nature, protect it, help it, feed the birds in the winter, hang birdhouses in the spring, collect food for the birds in the fall.” Nadezhda Alekseevna also talks about sproutsgood and evil that will be inherent in childhood.The child will part with the teacher, but will remain with his parents forever. But when he grows up, who will the aged parents see next to them: a kind, caring person or a cruel, indifferent person? I understand her too.
I really love walking with my grandmother along Nizhegorodskaya Street, especially admiring the Pavlovsk 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 hometown and its historical traditions. The monument became one of the officially recognized symbols of Pavlov.
« Pavlovsk lemon"
My grandmother and I read the legend. It says that at the beginning of the 19th century, the Turkish Pasha, very pleased with Pavlovsk castles, gave the Pavlovsk residents 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, using the method of folk selection, unknown breeders developed the variety “Pavlovsky Lemon”, capable of growing and bearing fruit in the window.
Although Pavlovsk artisans were considered peasants, they did not work on the land, many did not even have a plot near their house, but were drawn to gardening. So they developed a variety of lemon that could grow on a window, and all the windows in their houses were filled with pots of fruiting lemons. Lemons also purified the air, which was polluted when working with metal.
Cuttings of indoor lemons bred in Pavlovo were sold throughout Russia back in the 19th century.
The monument to Pavlov's Lemon is a monument to Pavlov's continuous creative search and masters.
It is possible that this is only a legend, since back in the 18th century, southern fruits, including lemons, were grown in the greenhouses of rich estates, so it was not necessary to travel far to get cuttings. But in a greenhouse there is a lot of space, a lot of light, and you can regulate the temperature and humidity. It's not like growing a lemon on a window. Those who have been involved in citrus fruits know how difficult it is to get a harvest in a room - citrus fruits in winter try to shed their leaves along with the set fruits; they are too warm and too dark. But the Pavlovsky lemon variety grows well and bears fruit on the window.
This is only a piece of my native land, just a grain of it! And how good it feels! Calmly! Joyful! 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, happily playing with the neighbor kids. In these places, even the birds sing in a special way, their songs are close, familiar and understandable. It seems that they also want to tell us people something. Birds could probably tell a lot of interesting things about this region! Once, when I was a child, my grandmother brought me a handful of strawberries that she had just picked from the garden. I still feel this unforgettable taste of fresh berries - you can’t buy these in a store or at the market. After all, they are from our native places, from our small 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 or scare away the birds chirping on a branch. I myself want to preserve all this beauty, because I have the power to help my homeland. It is difficult to say which homeland is more valuable - a small one or a large one. It seems to me that both big and small homelands are equally important, and I love them. Moreover, it is an inextricable whole. The whole world around us is the whole Motherland.
Our walk with grandma 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 as beautiful as always. The sky of my land, the sky of my homeland. Nowhere in the world is there a sky like ours. Good, bottomless, only the moon illuminates the path with its light.
When we talk about nature, we talk about our native land, about our native land, about our Motherland, about Russia. May the voices of birds never cease in our Russia, may the forests rustle, may the grasshoppers chirp, may nature live and breathe. For the poet S. Vikulov, love for his native land and Russia also appears as a single whole, so we can say with him:
Whenever I knew
how it beats with its tail
pike on a ringing vein,
like autumn
vigorous saffron milk cap,
standing under a bush,
like dew
brings it in a glass;
like cranes
the starting line is blown,
like an echo
repeats the elk's roar, -
I'm afraid,
I wouldn't love
so you,
how I love you now,
my favorite region!
I love my city. Everything about it is beautiful: from the delightful center to the most distant edges. If you asked me what 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. This is where I can see happy parents who are not busy with their work. And they often buy me sweets there: 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, my best friend and I met 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 for free. There are a lot of different horizontal bars on this site, which we constantly climb. And then, tired but happy, we go home to return to the park tomorrow.
There are many in my city beautiful places, but my favorite will always be the city park!
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