A short story about your city. A short story about Russia

Composition

Every happy person has his own favorite city. There is a favorite city not because they are happy, but happy because they have it.
Most often, a favorite city, town, or region is the place where a person was born or spent a lot of time.
Often the favorite city is called the one where a person spent his childhood, because it is with childhood, if it, of course, was not difficult, that most people have the kindest memories. No matter how old a person is, he always remembers some moments from his childhood, and with them the places where they happened, that is, in his favorite city. Moreover, this city does not at all have to be the capital, a millionaire city or some other big deal. It can be a quiet, abandoned town and at the same time be the most beloved city, as many pleasant impressions are associated with it.
Everyone's love for the city manifests itself differently, if at all. For example, poets write poems about their favorite city, composers write music, artists draw pictures, thereby glorifying the city and perpetuating its memory for many years.
I love Krasnogorsk! Soon my city will have a holiday, and that means I will too. This small town is my homeland. I was born here, studied here, and made a lot of friends. I have many memories associated with Krasnogorsk, because I have known it for almost eighteen years. I love this city, I don’t know why. Not for anything in particular, or more precisely, probably, for the fact that it exists and that it is exactly like that, unlike any other city. There is simply a feeling that I cannot explain in words, but I can only draw an analogy with love for parents or a loved one. After all, we love them not for anything, but simply for the fact that they exist.
One February night, inspiration struck me and I wrote a poem, which I called “Night City” and dedicated to Krasnogorsk. Here it is:
I will go to the cold window: Outside it is winter, and the night is deep. I see the city is lonely and it doesn't sleep, And I won't sleep tonight.
The lights in the neighboring house were turned off. Everyone fell asleep, tired of worldly worries. I’m the only one who doesn’t sleep: I can’t sleep, Although I’m also tired somewhere.
The frosty air whistles through the crack in the window, Goosebumps run through my body. Perhaps then, at that moment, I will understand that the city is telling me something.
He probably wants to tell you how tired he is from the day he has lived today, that he can’t stand the noise and rigmarole, and he wants to sleep quickly.
His dream is impossible, because I,
Because I'm sitting and talking to him,
And in response he blows white smoke from the roof
And reluctantly cradles me.

When I was little, my family and I lived in one of the towers that are located on Volokolamsk Highway. Our apartment was on the very last, fourteenth, floor, and from the window there was a magnificent view of the entire city. I loved looking at him from a bird's eye view.
It is impossible not to pay attention to one of the main advantages of my favorite city - this is the Palace of Culture “Moscow Region”, because it is with it that the majority of the site is associated - 2001-2005 cultural events in Krasnogorsk. There is probably not a person in the city who would not look here at least once. In the recreation center, children engage in various clubs in dancing, drawing, foreign languages, sculpting, singing and much more. Various concerts and performances are regularly held here, and famous artists come here.
Another special place in my city is the Krasnogorsk Mechanical Plant, or KMZ for short, known in many places as a manufacturer of excellent precision vision devices, optics and other necessary things.
Krasnogorsk has a huge advantage: there are many forests around the city, thanks to which the air remains relatively clean. At any time of the year, you can easily go to a barbecue with friends or just wander through the forest. Beauty!
The most popular place in winter will probably be Chernevskaya Hill. More precisely, it is not a hill, but a ravine, which over time was equipped as a ski slope. I come from a family of skiers and look forward to winter every year.
I never really thought about the name of the city. It is worth analyzing the word etymologically, and it is clear that it is formed from two words: “red” and “mountain”. The word "red" means "beautiful". It turns out to be a beautiful mountain. Interesting.
They say that there is one very beautiful place in Krasnogorsk, which is located behind the House of Pioneers. I’ve never been there, but I always wanted to visit this place, as it is affectionately called “my Switzerland”: this park has very beautiful and unusual nature.
In my city there is a State Archive that houses important films and materials. Having visited it once, you will certainly want to return there, because you can learn a lot of very interesting things there.
In general, Krasnogorsk has been transforming in recent years: new buildings are appearing, the city is growing before our eyes and becoming more beautiful every year.

I live in a city in a beautiful city. My city is not very big. About 450 thousand people live in it.

We have a clean city. It is most beautiful in summer in clear weather. There are many universities and technical schools in our city. People come to study with us not only from all over the republic, but also from other countries. We have many monuments. For example, Lenin and Chapaev.

We also have museums. In them you can learn the history of our republic. Exhibitions from other cities also come. Recently the Kunstkamera came from St. Petersburg.

In recent years, new playgrounds have been installed in the courtyards. They also built many new hospitals.

My city stands on the banks of the Volga River. And in the summer, townspeople love to swim in it and sunbathe on its shore. There are several beaches on the Volga where people relax. In summer there is a ferry to the other side. And you can go on it to the other side.

It's beautiful in winter too. You can go sledding. There are ski resorts in different areas. And fans of this sport can have a lot of fun.

There are many churches in my city. There are several mosques. I have a calm, quiet city.

I really like it here.

My favorite city is Oktyabrsky.

Our city of Oktyabrsky is very beautiful and cozy, with wide streets, tall buildings, parks and squares. It is located on the right side of the IK River, on its bank, next to a small artificial lake.

The city has about one hundred and fourteen thousand inhabitants, at whose disposal are theaters, libraries with huge book collections of more than a million books, Children's and Youth Theater with many clubs and sections, a Sports Palace with gyms and a swimming pool, houses of culture and recreation, a stadium with seats for ten thousand spectators, a local history museum, winter sports facilities. Nurseries and kindergartens are open for the city's children. Almost all preschool children have the opportunity to attend special institutions. The city accepts students from twenty general secondary schools, several vocational colleges, two music schools, a music school and the general technical department of the Ufa Petroleum Institute.

We have a large area. In its center there is a huge flower bed, where bright flowers bloom in the summer, and on New Year’s Day a city Christmas tree is installed here.

The city also has hotels, restaurants, cafes, and many different shops where you can always buy goods for every taste. Markets and frequently held fairs have become quite popular. It is interesting to visit Sabantui, where competitions are held in sack running, team tug-of-war, dangerous log climbing for valuable prizes, and others.

Now the city is very fabulous and beautiful. Autumn time painted the trees in bright yellow and red colors, so all the streets of the city where there are many trees became very bright and colorful.

I live in a wonderful city for me. When I came here, everything was interesting to me. At this time I lived in the village. But I told myself that when I grow up I will live in it. A year later we moved to the city. After class, I walked around the city, learning that I had brought in a lot of interesting things, and I decided to go around everything. I went to museums, theaters, cinemas, and we have enough of them in the parks.

On holidays there are beautiful fireworks. I really like watching them. There is also a square, an eternal flame, in the summer I went to the beach, there are a lot of different people there. And in general, a lot of things. I love my city very much.

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Alekseev Pavel, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “A” class

A tale about my city.

A long time ago there lived a small city in the world, and it didn’t even have a name. He wandered around white light until I saw a beautiful, huge clearing. There was a wonderful forest around. Various trees grew in this forest. Huge pines and cedars towered over small slender birches.

It was late autumn, which made the forest seem simply fabulous. The city liked these places so much that he decided to stay here.

He was very bored alone, but there was a river next to him. And then the city decided that it would grow and prosper on its banks.

One day a ship sailed along the river. Music was playing on the deck and people were dancing.

And suddenly they saw a miracle: a beautiful fairy-tale forest, and in the clearing - a city. People came ashore and stayed here forever.

Every year more and more people came. The city began to grow. People built kindergartens, houses, schools, shops, a sports complex and a bridge across the river.

And they gave the city the name STREZHEVOY!

Bobrikov Nikita, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “B” class

City of Strezhevoy.

Once upon a time there lived Ivanushka. And he lived in the wonderful city of Strezhevoy. And that city was rich in oil - black gold. And suddenly Ivanushka got an idea: to compare his city with the cities of Nizhnevartovsk, Izluchinsk, Surgut.

Our Ivanushka traveled briefly for a long time, but he firmly decided: Strezhevoy, although the smallest of the cities, is also the most active in the construction of houses and palaces of creativity and talent, trading shops and islands of childhood - gardens. How glad Ivanushka was that he had a chance to live in this wonderful city. He began to live and live and increase the good of the city!

Bogomolova Victoria, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “A” class

The Tale of Strezhevoy.

In a certain kingdom, in the middle of the wide Ob River, there was an island.

On the northern side of this island there was a terrible, dense, dark forest. And animals lived in this forest. They all knew how to speak. Their main thing was the owl, who knew everything in the world.

To get to this forest, it was necessary to overcome a wall with frogs and swim across a swamp. But the worst thing was that we had to pass by the bear’s den.

In the east of this island there were impassable swamps.

On the western side of it there was a grove with flocks of different birds, and they were very aggressive.

In the south there was a lake with pink water. Nobody knew why it was pink. and no one ever dared to touch this water with even a finger.

Once upon a time, a group of researchers, there were four of them, set up camp in a small clearing. They were very interested in this place.

And then evening came. They lit a fire and began to think about how they would explore this area.

“I, as the one in charge, will go explore this area to the north tomorrow morning,” Nikita said.

“And I’ll go explore to the east,” said Nastya.

“So I’ll go west,” said Petya.

“Well, the south remains for me,” said the upset Dima.

When they decided everything, it was completely dark, and everyone went to bed.

The next morning Nikita, as promised, went north. Nastya went east. Petya went west. And Dima went south.

Nastya, Petya and Dima, when they saw what they would have to go through, immediately ran back to the camp. When they all met there, they immediately ran after Nikita.

At this time Nikita was already approaching the wall with frogs. This was his first test to enter the forest. At first he didn’t understand why this wall was covered in frogs, but then he still dared and climbed up the wall, fell several times, but still climbed over it.

The second test was to swim through the swamp. This is very unpleasant at first glance, but Nikita is brave and the most courageous of the team. And he also overcame the swamp.

Nikita was no longer afraid of the last test, because he thought that it would also be easy, like the first two tests.

The bear's den didn't look so scary, even a little cute. And now the long-awaited moment: he enters this den and sees that a bear is sleeping in the corner. Nikita tries to slowly walk past him and accidentally hits him with her foot. The bear wakes up and begins to growl throughout the den. And Nikita has to flee. Running out of the den, he sighed with relief, and, looking back, saw that the bear immediately stopped.

While he was running, he noticed how he wandered into a dark and scary forest. A small raccoon ran out to meet him.

“Hi, I haven't seen you here before. Who are you?" - asked the raccoon.

“I...I...I, Nikita, am the leader of the research team. Do you know where there is a place where no man has gone before? - Nikita asked.

“Come on, I’ll take you to the wise owl, he will tell you everything,” answered the raccoon.

An eagle owl lived in the hollow of a large oak tree. When Nikita saw the oak tree, there was a wall of trees behind the tree. He approached her. The trees parted in front of him, and he saw a large clearing. A river flowed around her. She was so clean that looking at her made my eyes hurt. This entire clearing was covered in sunlight.

When he saw this, friends approached him from behind, and Nikita shouted: “Let's build something here.” Everyone happily agreed.

A few months later, a small town stood in this clearing. Every year the city grew and flourished. More and more new people appeared there. And there was enough space for everyone.

And I was born in this city, this is my small Motherland. And she is called Strezhevoy.

Borisenko Daria, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “A” class

The city that I love

This story took place in a small northern town, the name of which many do not know. It is located in a small speck in the southeast of the West Siberian Plain on the banks of the mighty Ob River.

Deep, deep underground, under the heavy layers of the earth's crust, in the oil kingdom there lived a droplet, and her name was Neftyashka - the dirty one. She was black and always wore an oily sundress. She always wanted to know everything, she was very inquisitive. And this droplet had a younger brother - Gas. From birth he was very strong, powerful, hot and colorless. Brother and sister were very friendly, helped each other, and were inseparable everywhere. All day they traveled through the oil lake, examined the underground layers of the earth's crust, looked into all the cracks and crevices.

On one ordinary, unremarkable day, a brother and sister heard the story of their very wise grandfather that high, high on the surface of the Earth there was a completely different life, very bright, colorful, light and completely different from theirs.

The creatures living on Earth value us very much and always try to pull us out of the underground kingdom to the surface of the Earth,” said grandfather.

Why are they doing this? – Neftyashka asked, making herself more comfortable next to her grandfather.

This is what I would like to know more than anything in the world, but I’m probably not destined to, I’m getting old! - answered the sage.

To visit the surface of the Earth is what I want more than anything in the world! – Neftyashka thought and silently swam away into the oil lake.

She spent the whole day in lonely thoughts: how could she still fulfill her dream. And she decided to ask her neighbor Voditsa to help her and her brother get to the surface of the Earth in order to find out why earthly creatures are trying by all means to pull oil drops out of the ground.

Ground Water, help me and my brother Gaz get to the earth's surface. I really want to see what her earthly life is like! – Neftyashka asked so pleadingly that it was impossible to refuse her.

Okay, I'll help you. Tomorrow, early in the morning, I am waiting for you, at the cleft of the rock around the corner. - Voditsa answered and, ringing, ran away.

Early in the morning Voditsa picked up the travelers and quickly rushed upward along the crevice of the rock, overcoming one layer of the earth's crust after another. After some time, a strong stream of water pushed Oil and Gas to the surface of the Earth. Neftyashka closed her eyes from the bright light.

Wow! – that’s all she could say.

Looking around, they saw a green forest glistening in the sun. Red juicy berries are scattered in the clearing, as if like a carpet. Interesting fruits hang on the tall trees, and mushrooms are hidden under the leaves. The morning sun was shining, a plane was flying high in the sky. The very melodic, ringing trill of birds could be heard everywhere.

What a beauty! – Oily whispered to her brother.

Suddenly a strong wind rose and picked up the leaf on which the young travelers found themselves. Rising above the ground, the leaf began its journey, and with it Oil and Gas. They flew over a beautiful forest, in which animals were visible and invisible, and endless swamps.

After some time, a city of extraordinary beauty appeared. He stood in the middle of the forest, on the bank of a wide, mighty river. And this city had an unusual name - Strezhevoy. The city was young, modern and very clean. Along the asphalt streets there are multi-storey buildings, playgrounds, and many monuments. The variety of trees and bright flowers even made Neftyashka’s eyes sparkle. The city was surrounded by greenery.

Look, Gas, in this city there is even a monument to me - an oil drop! I wonder why? She looks so much like me! – Neftyashka shouted in bewilderment.

But most of all the travelers were amazed by the earthly creatures, as they called themselves - people. They smiled and enjoyed life in this beautiful city. There were a lot of children everywhere, children's laughter could be heard from everywhere. Neftyashka and Gas never ceased to be amazed at the beauty of this small town.

The wind died down, and the leaf on which Oil and Gas were traveling fell onto a park bench. It was here that they overheard an interesting conversation between grandfather and grandson about the history of the creation of Strezhevoy.

Now I understand why people value oil so much, they build such wonderful houses, monuments and fountains! Without oil they wouldn't have the money to do it! – Neftyashka exclaimed joyfully.

And they can’t do without me either!” Gaz said proudly. In harsh, long winters, people cannot live without me! I warm them with my warmth.

Tired, but very happy, Oil and Gas jumped into a stream that ran past, and then fell into groundwater, which carried them to the underground kingdom. Interrupting each other, they told their grandfather with great pleasure about what they had seen.

Thank you for your interesting story, since people use natural resources wisely, we will be happy to serve them!

Elizaveta Burmantova, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “A” class

Why was Strezhevoy called that?

Behind the Ural Mountains, among the taiga and swamps, the city of Strezhevoy has stood for 49 years. Not big, but very beautiful city. At first birds lived there, but gradually they began to fly away to other lands, and people came to take their place. They extracted oil, built houses, schools, kindergartens and offices.

But Strezhevoy was named so for a reason. As you already know, birds used to live here, and among them there was one very illiterate swift named Arkady. You may ask: what does the swift have to do with it, and I will answer you that it is because of it that Strezhevoy was called that. And how this happened, I will tell you now.

One clear summer day, Arkady was thinking about life and suddenly realized that he did not know how to read and write at all. And of course, he flew to the owl Advisor. They called her that because she helped everyone and gave advice. The adviser suggested that Arkady attend a literacy school, and Arkady, without thinking, agreed.

But due to the fact that he had to come to school early in the morning, Arkady missed a lot of classes. While the birds were studying, Arkady was playing football. The day of the exams arrived, Arkady sat down at his desk and was given the task of writing an essay on the topic “My City.”

Arkady didn’t know what to write about, where to put which letter, and wrote: “I chew in the town of Strezhevoy...”. You will probably say that he wrote Strezhevoy correctly, but no. Previously, the largest number of swifts lived in Strezhevoy, and the city was called Strizhevoy - from the word “swift”. Time passed, all the birds scattered to different lands, including Arkady. People came and accidentally found Arkady’s essay and read the title of Strezheva. This is how our city got its name.

Can you guess what grade Arkady received? This is how you guys learn to read and write, otherwise you, like Arkady, will rename some city.

Kuznetsova Diana, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “B” class

Dream Town

Once upon a time there lived a boy. He had a secret dream - to build his own city. Much water has passed under the bridge since then, the boy grew up and became an architect. But everything that he built during this time - houses, shopping centers, stadiums - he did not like, it caused sadness and melancholy. And he decided to go on a journey, albeit not to distant lands, but very far and for a long time.

He traveled a lot and for a long time and finally found a place to fulfill his cherished dream. It was beautiful: the high bank of a capricious Siberian river, along which mighty pines grew and cedars reached their tops into the sky. Nimble swifts darted back and forth over the river and its banks. They made a ripple in the eyes of our dreamer. Watching them, admiring their flight, the architect, without thinking twice, decided to name the future city Strezhevoy.

Not much time has passed since then, only 49 years, and the city still stands on the banks of the river, becoming better and better. And every morning he greets with a restless flock of swifts.

Novoseltsev Egor, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “A” class

The Tale of Strezhevoy.

In a certain kingdom, in a certain state called Strezhevoy, two friends lived. One of them was a bear, his name was Misha. And the second friend was a hare, and his name was Bunny. They lived in huts next door.

One day Mishka invited Bunny to visit him to eat lingonberries and mushrooms that he had collected in the forest. The bunny agreed, came to visit Mishka, and not with empty paws, but with cedar cones, for which Strezheva’s kingdom was famous.

The friends sat down at the table and began to feast on the gifts of the kingdom, but that was not the case: an owl Uhu flew into the window, began hooting loudly and talking about some miracle that happened in a clearing near a swamp in the very center of the kingdom. The bear began to calm the owl down to understand what she was saying. Having calmed down, Ugu said that all the inhabitants of the kingdom had gathered in one place to see a fountain of black gold. The fountain was so large that it splashed the entire clearing and swamp.

Bear, Bunny and Ugu ran and flew to the clearing to see the miracle that Ugu had told about. All the inhabitants of the kingdom actually gathered in the clearing: fish, birds, and animals, led by King Sturgeon, who was present with his wife Sterlyadka and his deputy Muksun.

All residents began to think about what to do with such wealth. The animals, led by Mishka and Bunny, proposed to collect all the black gold in basins, pour it into a large barrel and sell it to the neighboring kingdom of Khanty-Mansi Autonomous Okrug, and with the proceeds, build a crystal bridge across the Vakh River, since the residents of Strezhevoy could not get across to the other side of the river. Pisces suggested burying the black gold fountain for use by future generations. The birds agreed with the fish, but Sturgeon asked everyone for silence, and, after consulting with Muksun, decided to sell the black gold and build a crystal bridge.

And work began to boil, all the basins of the kingdom were used to collect black gold. They collected wealth very quickly, and the birds carried it to the kingdom of Khanty-Mansi Autonomous Okrug across the Vakh River. Residents of Khanty-Mansi Autonomous Okrug gladly bought black gold and gave the residents of Strezhevoy as many coins as they needed to build a crystal bridge.

Residents of the kingdom of Strezhevoy hired builders who very quickly built a beautiful crystal bridge. Bear and Bunny helped the workers install it. As soon as the bridge was built, the residents of Strezhevoy called their neighbors to visit them and threw a feast for the whole world, treating everyone with the gifts of the kingdom: berries, mushrooms, and cedar cones.

There was no end to the joy of the inhabitants of the kingdom of Strezheva.

Oleynikov Yaroslav, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “A” class

The Tale of the City of Strezhevoy

There is a small town on earth, which is hidden among large swamps and dense forests, it is called Strezhevoy. This city is ruled by the great sage Valery Mikhailovich Kharahorin. Thanks to this person, Strezhevoy blossoms, develops, grows and transforms.

It was built 49 years ago by magical builders, the founders of this city.

The city itself is not a simple one, it is famous for its vast forests, deep lakes and natural resources. It is especially famous for oil, which is extracted by magical oil workers from the depths of the earth. It is oil production in Strezhevoy that provides Russia with fuel so that people can live in warmth and comfort.

The great Ob River flows near the city; it is home to a lot of delicious fish, which are caught by those who like to fish and eat delicious food.

The large, rich forest that surrounds the entire city of Strezhevoy is home to brown bears, red foxes, fast deer, wise owlets, colorful wood grouse, hardworking woodpeckers and many other interesting and rare animals. There are also many healthy berries growing in the forest: cranberries, currants, blueberries, blueberries, raspberries and blackberries.

But the most important feature of the city is its inhabitants, the residents of Strezhevsk; they are distinguished by their kindness, sincerity and hard work. Truly magical qualities!

Panova Maria, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “A” class

A tale about the city of Strezhevoy.

Once upon a time there lived a little Spruce Cone, who was carried away by the wind further and further from the spruce. One day, Cone rolled into the forest, and when she passed through it, she saw the road. She was very surprised, because in the place where she ended up there was not a single fir cone! “Wow!” she thought. And then she almost got hit by a car.

Then Shishka went to look at the store, huge and very beautiful. She really liked him. But even here Cone was in danger; people almost crushed her! She walked further and saw houses. There, near one house, a dog was playing, which the owners had let out for a walk. The dog, seeing Shishka, wanted to play with her. Then Shishka finally felt happy herself. But then the owners opened the door for the dog, and it ran home.

Approaching the outskirts of the city, Shishka saw the sign “Strezhevoy”, and when she reached the forest, she noticed a group of unfamiliar bigwigs who began to ask her about everything in the world.

At first she was not friends with anyone, but a week passed, and Shishka had already become friends with everyone and decided to stay in this forest.

Repnikov Lev, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “A” class

Composition.

Drop of oil.

Once upon a time, once upon a time, when mammoths still lived on the earth, there was a small drop of oil.

She slept almost all the time, as all little children sleep. And she slept deep in the ground, where she felt dark and comfortable. And she grew by leaps and bounds. This is how days, months, years, centuries passed...

A droplet of oil gradually turned into a huge ocean of oil. She felt cramped and bored in the depths of the earth. Oil wanted to look at the sun, at the city that was built above it.

And then one fine day, oil workers drilled a well in the ground and released oil out. This is how the drop’s wish came true, she began to travel all over the planet, seeing many cities and countries. And in gratitude to people, she did a lot of good things.

Since then, oil has been traveling this way and bringing a lot of benefits to people.

Yasakov Ilya, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “B” class

Fairy tale.

In a certain kingdom-state called Strezhevoy, there lived a king. And the king had a son - the hero Ilya. The kingdom lived, it did not grieve and did not know troubles, because it lived off oil. Yes, we've run out of oil. And a cruel, catastrophic time came: the equipment stood still, people suffered from unemployment and hunger-cold, and there was also nothing to trade. And the wise king sent his son, the hero Ilya, to look for all sorts of good things.

Ilya got ready for the little journey, walked and walked, and came to the kingdom of Tomsk, to bow to Tsar Zhvachkin. The king received him cordially: he fed him, gave him something to drink, and started asking him questions: what happened?

Our Ilya sent a message to his homeland father-father, and the answer was not long in coming; his son received a fatherly blessing and with parental instructions.

Ilya married the daughter of the Tsar of the Tomsk kingdom-state, and they began to live and live well and live well.

A small homeland is the place where a person was born, grew up, studied, and where his relatives live. This is a place for which love settles in a person’s heart forever. But awareness of one’s Motherland and feelings of love for it do not arise immediately. And for everyone this process happens differently. For a child in childhood, the most important thing is the mother and father. Growing up, he begins to feel attached to friends, to his native street, to the river, to forests, fields, to his village or city. And it doesn’t matter what your homeland is: a large industrial city or a small village and what this city or village looks like. The main thing is that it’s all familiar to you from childhood.

You don’t choose your homeland, just like your father and mother. You accept her, love her for who she is. And only as he grows up does a person gradually realize that he belongs to his mother-homeland, his responsibility for her, and most importantly, his incommensurable love for her. This is how a citizen is born, this is how a patriot is formed.

For every person in his small homeland there is something he would like to talk about. So I want to describe my Motherland with its unique history and nature, with its memorable places.

My small homeland is the city of Taganrog. This is a city whose birth is connected with Russia’s struggle for the security of its southern borders, for access to the Azov and Black Seas. For the defense of the southern region, a navy was needed, and for the fleet, a harbor was needed. As Peter I said: “A harbor is the beginning and end of a fleet; without it, whether there is a fleet or not is all the same.” The king personally chose the location of the future city. Peter I stayed at Cape Taganrog for two days and, after a thorough inspection, decided to build a new city here, build a fortress and a harbor. Taganrog was founded in 1698 and became Russia's first naval base, the first Russian port on the open sea coast and the first city in Russia built according to a regular plan. Grateful residents have not forgotten their founder. In 1903, on the occasion of the 200th anniversary of the birth of Peter I, a monument to the emperor was erected in Taganrog (sculptor M.M. Antokolsky). On the most beautiful boulevard stands a three-meter tall figure of Peter I, facing the sea. The wind blows on his face, this can be seen in his hair and frock coat. The emperor is full of strength, great thoughts and pride in the fruits of his labors. Peter I's gaze was turned to the harbour, the construction of which he devoted a lot of effort and attention to. The Emperor is depicted in the uniform of an officer of the Preobrazhensky Regiment, stepping forward, leaning his right hand on a cane. A telescope is clutched in his left hand. The monument looks picturesque, majestic and solemn.

The city continued to live and develop. It has now become a bustling trading port. Taganrog was the first to establish economic ties between Russia and foreign countries through the southern seas.

In the 19th century, the city was a center of trade; from that time, interesting mansions of Italian and Greek merchants have been preserved. The majestic building of the Alferaki Palace always attracts the attention of guests of Taganrog with its unusual architectural decor; portico with four Corinthian columns, heavy Baroque stucco decorations. The Alferaki family belonged to the large diaspora of Greek settlers in southern Russia. The Alferaks completed construction of their mansion in 1848 and lived in it for a total of about 30 years. The author of the project was the famous architect, professor of the St. Petersburg Academy of Arts Andrei Ivanovich Stackenschneider, a recognized authority at that time in matters of palace architecture. Somewhat later, a large double-height hall, about 9 meters high, decorated with paintings, a fireplace and a massive clock, was added to the house. The ancient moldings that decorated the building from the outside and inside, the enfilade arrangement of the front rooms, the large double-height hall, and the living room ceiling paintings made by Italian artists brought the building closer to the palace type. The built mansion, both in terms of interior and exterior decoration, really was a real palace.

Another palace is associated with the name of Emperor Alexander I. A.S. stayed in it on the way to the Caucasus. Pushkin with General N.N. Raevsky. Five years after this, Emperor Alexander I, who in the last years of his life loved to inspect his own possessions, died there. He died here in 1825. Or didn't he die? According to some historical legends, he simply peacefully retired, taking on the appearance of one of his subjects, and lived to a ripe old age.

The cultural life of Taganrog is rich. In the city, which is the birthplace of the great writer and playwright A.P. Chekhov, there are many memorable places associated with the name of the writer. A.P. Chekhov is the pride of Taganrog. Chekhov permeates everything in the city. His characters still walk the streets here. Before entering the park you can see a composition based on the story “Kashtanka”. It represents an episode of Chekhov's story - the circus act "Egyptian Pyramid". Here the thin one bowed low when he saw the fat one (“Thick and Thin”). How much servility and respect there is in this bow! His wife froze behind him. Son Nathanael stretched out to his full height. Here is the “man in a case” timidly hiding his face from passers-by. The memorial museum “Chekhov's House” has been created and is successfully operating. This is a small outbuilding on the territory of the former household of the merchant Gnutov. The house has three small rooms, a kitchen, a tiny corridor and a cold entryway. Anton Chekhov was born here on January 29, 1860. The Chekhov's Shop Memorial Museum tells about the life of the Chekhov family in the 70s of the 19th century. Above the entrance to the store there was a sign “Tea, sugar, coffee and other colonial goods”, and below another one - “Drinking and takeaway”, it meant that there was a cellar with wines and vodka at the store. A variety of people came here - peasants, bankrupt landowners, monks, policemen, minor officials - the heroes of Chekhov's future stories. And he saw them all, because as a teenager he often stood behind the counter, replacing his father. On the ground floor there was also a large dining room where the whole family gathered, a kitchen and utility rooms. But the children lived on the mezzanine, there was also a huge living room in which there was a grand piano, in which home theater performances took place, in which, obviously, the future great playwright played an important role. Now everything in this building looks the same as it looked when Antoshi lived here. The future writer studied at the Taganrog Men's Gymnasium, one of the oldest educational institutions in the South of Russia. Now there is a literary museum here. During his gymnasium years A.P. Chekhov was a regular visitor to the Taganrog Theater; subsequently, all of his plays were staged here, during the writer’s lifetime. Now the theater is named after A.P. Chekhov. And in 1960, on the occasion of the centenary of his birth, a monument to the great Russian writer was unveiled (sculptor I.M. Rukavishnikov). It is installed on Red Square in Taganrog. Chekhov is depicted as a young man sitting on a stone with a book in his hand, facing the street on which he was born.

The names of actress F. G. Ranevskaya, revolutionary P. P. Schmidt, artists K. A. Savitsky and A. K. Kuindzhi, writers K. G. Paustovsky and I. D. Vasilenko, trainer A. A. are also associated with the city. Durov, singer E.V. Obraztsova, poet M.I. Tanich, aircraft designers G.M. Beriev, R.L. Bartini and V.M. Petlyakov, writer and public figure N.V. Kukolnik, surgeon N.A. Bogoraz, mathematician A. A. Samarsky and many other well-known production organizers in our country and abroad, figures in science, culture and art.

Taganrozh residents are proud of their outstanding fellow countrymen, honor their memory, preserve and enhance the rich historical and cultural heritage of the city.

During the Great Patriotic War, Taganrog was occupied for almost two years. The largest underground organization against fascism in the south of the country operated in the city. In honor of the underground heroes, the Oath of Youth memorial was opened in 1973. The location chosen for the memorial is deeply symbolic. The sculptural composition, which is the main element of the memorial, is installed in the center of Spartakovsky Lane, in front of the old building of the Chekhov gymnasium, which in the pre-war years housed secondary school No. 2 named after. A.P. Chekhov. Graduates of school No. 2 named after. A.P. Chekhov in 1941 became participants in the Taganrog underground, which was led by Semyon Morozov, who worked at this school.

I love my city because it is beautiful and dear. I know that there are many other worthy, beautiful cities in the world, but it is in Taganrog that I feel good and calm. Here my soul rests, here the air fills my soul with love and happiness. There are many historical and cultural monuments in my city that I am proud of. Preserving them and increasing them is the main task of our generation.