How big is my land, how wide are the spaces. Poems about the homeland and the Rostov region. Blossom my native land

Target:

• to cultivate patriotic feelings in children: love, pride and respect for the Motherland;
• enrich the vocabulary denoting the names of objects, actions, signs; memorize proverbs and sayings about the Motherland.

Progress of the lesson

I. Organizational moment.

What's unusual in the class?
- Do you like it in class? Why?

II. introduction teachers.

What will we talk about during class? Why did you decide so?
(On the board are children’s drawings on the topic “My small homeland”).
- Today we will talk about our small homeland.
(Listening to the song “Where the Motherland Begins,” music by V. Basner, lyrics
M. Matusovsky).
- Where does the Motherland begin? How do you understand this question? You depicted all the moments of the song in your drawings. (Children take turns telling what they depicted in their drawings)
- We drew our house. Where does your family live, did you draw your favorite corner?
nature, where you relax is also the Motherland).
- You painted your native land, your little corner where you were born.
This is your little homeland. And our common, great Motherland consists of many such small native corners.

Reader:

My friend! What could be sweeter
Priceless native land?
The sun seems brighter there
The golden spring is more joyful there,
Cooler light breeze
The flowers are more fragrant, the hills are greener there
There the stream gurgles sweeter,
There the nightingale sings more sonorously.

What is the name of our country? (Russia).
(Showing our country on the map and reading a poem at the same time)

Reader:

How big is my land
How wide are the spaces!
Lakes, rivers and fields,
Forests and steppe and mountains!
My country has spread
From north to south
When it's spring in one region,
In another - snow and blizzard
And a train through my country
To the border from the border
No less than ten days -
And it will barely get home.
N. Zabila “Our Motherland”

III. Work in groups.

Each group receives an envelope with letters from which the children must form the words “Russia”, “Fatherland”, “Motherland”, “Mother”.
- What words did you come up with?
- Do you think these words are related to each other?
(Words are posted on the board)
- We will understand what these words mean if we read K. Ushinsky’s story “Our Fatherland” and complete the task. (The teacher reads the text, and the children follow)
- Find lines in the text that explain why we call Russia
"Fatherland".
- Why do we call it “homeland”?
- Why do we call him “mother”?

Text: “Our fatherland, our homeland is Mother Russia. We call Russia “Fatherland” because our fathers and grandfathers lived in it from time immemorial.
We call it homeland because we were born in it, they speak our native language in it, and everything in it is dear to us, and mother because it fed us with its bread, gave us drink with its waters, taught us its language, like a mother. protects and protects us from all enemies. There are many in the world, and besides Russia, all sorts of good states and lands, but a person has one natural mother - he has one homeland. (K. Ushinsky)

IV. Relaxation

We love our mother. A person must love his homeland, Russia is our Fatherland, our grandfathers and fathers lived in it.
Love for one's homeland begins with knowledge of one's past, with love for one's mother. I propose to look into the past and see how our ancestors lived. (An illustration of a village hut is posted)

This is what houses looked like in the past. We see a lot of things that have gone out of use. Is this environment similar to what you currently have at home?
- What did the children do in the evenings? Now we will present this. (In the classroom, from the very beginning of the lesson, there is a mock-up of a stove. In the classroom, the lights are turned off and a fire is simulated in the stove; this can be done using a flashlight. Children sit on a rug near the stove and a poem is read at the same time). This is how in the evenings children gathered around the stove and listened to fairy tales.

Reader:

The children came running quickly
And they all sat down next to each other
Listen to old wives' tales
Near the flood in the evening.
Softly the flame illuminates
Dark corner
Silently grandma took it out
Never ending stocking.
Waiting for fairy tales, children
Hidden without words
In silence it’s so clear, clearly
You can hear the firewood cracking
Grandma will say a lot
Children, all sorts of fairy tales to you,
And she herself will be glad
Keep you busy in the evenings.

The stove in the Russian hut played very important role, they cooked food on it, heated the room, and slept on the stove.

V. Working with pictures.
(Various pictures are given depicting the coat of arms and flag of Russia, nature, Russian national clothing and other pictures that are not related to the topic of the lesson).

What pictures would you caption “My Motherland”?
(Children take turns going out, choosing a picture and explaining their choice).
The coat of arms and flag are state symbols. There is also an anthem.
The anthem is the main state song, which reflects people's love and glorifies the country.
The coat of arms is the emblem of a state, a city, and even a family.
- To better remember the colors of the flag, let’s learn the verse.

White color - birch,
Blue is the color of the sky
Red stripe -
Sunny dawn.

(If the children choose a picture of a birch tree, then the story will be about it).

Birch
- Russian birch is a symbol of Russia. Russian people have long considered the dear, dear birch to be a symbol of Russia, a symbol of the Motherland. The birch tree is sung in poetry and prose, in music and in painting.

Readers

My Rus', I love your birches!
From the first years I lived and grew up with them,
That's why tears come
On eyes weaned from tears.
N. Rubtsov.

I love the smoke of burnt stubble,
A nomadic convoy in the steppe
And on a hill in the middle of a yellow field
A couple of white birches.
M. Lermontov

You are so beautiful, little birch
And at noon it’s hot, and at the hour of dew,
That Russia is unthinkable without you,
And I can’t imagine without your beauty.
P. Balatsky

In a clearing, on a hill,
Under the window, among the fields
White bark birch -
Symbol of my Motherland.
M. Erokha

(Children, with the help of the teacher, should pay attention to Russian national clothes. A boy and a girl from middle school demonstrate clothes).

Russian national clothes

For all nations, national clothing is divided into everyday and festive. So, festive clothes were stored in chests. Women wore sets consisting of a blouse and a long sleeveless sundress. If the weather was cool, they put on a small sundress with straps over the sundress - a soul warmer. Festive hats were included with festive clothing. According to Russian tradition, girls and women could walk with their heads uncovered. They braided beautiful braids. A beautiful ribbon - Urus - was tied on the head. They wore closed headdresses: kokoshniks and scarves. Men wore long, loose shirts. What are their names? Kosovorotki.
Shirts were tied with belts.
(Children can choose pictures depicting a samovar, a balalaika. This means the story will be about these objects). (Extra pictures are removed from the board).

VI. Working with proverbs.

The Russian people expressed a person’s love for their homeland in their proverbs and sayings.

Readers

Everyone loves their own side.
A man without a homeland is like a nightingale without a song.
The bird is small, but it protects its nest.
Native bush and hares are dear.

(Second-graders guess the proverb themselves by connecting the syllables using arrows.)
A game:

VII. Teacher's final words

The Motherland is an affectionate and demanding mother. It hurts a mother if her son becomes bad person- lazy, heartless, weak-willed, dishonest. It hurts your homeland, like your own mother, when you don’t become a real person.
- What should you do for this?

Reader:

We live by the blue river,
And beyond the river, there is an old forest.
You will go out on the porch in the morning
There is so much space ahead!
Birds are chirping in the bushes,
The wind sings tenderly,
Here the wheat turns golden -
This is bread growing in the fields.
We can run barefoot
On the heated earth,
And we can swim too -
It's good in our village!

Song "Our Land".
The lesson ends with tea.

We live in a huge and beautiful country. It's called Russia. Our great country has become the Motherland for many peoples and nationalities. Just imagine how vast it is: in the north it’s snowing, the frost is crackling, people wear fur coats, the reservoirs are frozen in ice, and in the south at the same time flowers are blooming, butterflies are flying, you can swim in the sea and sunbathe. In the West, children are just waking up to go to kindergarten or school, and in the east the guys have already come home.

This is what our Motherland is like. It is about her that we have prepared a selection of poems and divided them by age: for children preschool age 3-4, 4-5, 6-7 years and children primary school 1-2-3-4 and 5-6 grades. There are short poems and longer ones for learning, for the competition of readers, modern and Russian poets.

The guys have a good homeland...

Short poems about the Motherland for children 3-4 years of preschool age

Kremlin stars

Kremlin stars
They are burning above us,
Their light reaches everywhere!
The guys have a good homeland,
And better than that Motherland
No!
S. Mikhalkov

Motherland

Have your own native land
By the stream and by the crane.
And you and I have it -
And the native land is one.
P. Sinyavsky

Native

I found out that I have
There is a huge relative:
And the path, and the forest,
Everyone in the field
Spikelet,
rivers,
The sky is above me -
This is all mine, dear!

Native light

Above the river is my native corner,
And in the window there is a dear light.
Take care of it, don’t extinguish it
It makes Rus' brighter.

What is Motherland?

What is Motherland?
These are the clouds
Garden with vegetable garden,
Field and river...

How big is my land
How wide are the spaces!
Lakes, rivers and fields,
Forests, and steppe, and mountains.
My country has spread
From north to south:
When it's spring in one region,
In another - snow and blizzard

A lot of wonderful countries on Earth, people live everywhere, but Russia is the only, extraordinary country, because it is our Motherland.

Our Motherland is Russia!

Poems about the Motherland for children 4-5 years old, preschool age

Love to motherland

They will not replace the birthplace
No miracles!
Only here everything is so loved -
Rivers, mountains and forests.
Here from the sweet threshold
The country begins.
There are many other countries on the map,
There is only one Motherland!
Olesya Emelyanova

Our Motherland is Russia!

Our Motherland is Russia!
This is where we were born,
There is no more beautiful land for us
And there are no more loved ones in the world!
This is your home, your family,
Your friends live here!
I owe my homeland like a mother,
You take care and protect!
Olesya Emelyanova

Vast country

If for a long, long, long time
We're going to fly on the plane,
If for a long, long, long time
We should look at Russia,
We'll see then
And forests and cities,
Ocean spaces,
Ribbons of rivers, lakes, mountains...

We will see the distance without edge,
Tundra, where spring rings,
And then we will understand what
Our Motherland is big,
An immense country.
Vladimir Stepanov

Key words

IN kindergarten learned
We are beautiful words.
They were read for the first time:
Mom, Motherland, Moscow.

Spring and summer will fly by.
The foliage will become sunny.
Illuminated with new light
Mom, Motherland, Moscow.

The sun shines kindly on us.
Blue is pouring from the sky.
May they always live in the world
Mom, Motherland, Moscow!
L. Olifirova

Our Motherland

And beautiful and rich
Our Motherland, guys.
It's a long drive from the capital
To any of its borders.

Everything around you is your own, dear:
Mountains, steppes and forests;
The rivers sparkle blue,
Blue skies.

Every city
Dear to the heart,
Every rural house is precious.
Everything is taken in battles at some point
And strengthened by labor!

Home country

In the wide open space
Before dawn
Scarlet dawns have risen
Over my native country.

Every year it gets more beautiful
Dear countries...
Better than our Motherland
Not in the world, friends!

Our fatherland, our homeland is Mother Russia. We call Russia Fatherland because our fathers and grandfathers lived in it from time immemorial.
Konstantin Ushinsky

Above our native land

Children's poems about the Motherland for preschoolers 6-7 years old for a reading competition

Hello, my Motherland!

In the morning the sun rises,
He's calling us to the street.
I leave the house:
- Hello, my street!

I sing in silence too
The birds sing along with me.
The herbs whisper to me on the way:
- Hurry up, my friend, grow up!

I answer to herbs,
I answer the wind
I answer the sun:
- Hello, my Motherland!
Vladimir Orlov

Our Motherland

And beautiful and rich
Our Motherland, guys.
It's a long drive from the capital
To any of its borders.

Everything around you is your own, dear:
Mountains, steppes and forests:
The rivers sparkle blue,
Blue skies.

Every city
Dear to the heart,
Every rural house is precious.
Everything is taken in battles at some point
And strengthened by labor!
Georgy Ladonshchikov

Motherland

Motherland is a big, big word!
Let there be no miracles in the world,
If you say this word with your soul,
It is deeper than the seas, higher than the skies!
It fits exactly half the world:
Mom and dad, neighbors, friends.
Dear city, dear apartment,
Grandma, school, kitten... and me.
Sunny bunny in the palm of your hand
Lilac bush outside the window
And on the cheek there is a mole -
This is also the Motherland.
T. Bokova

Take care of your native nature

Great is our Fatherland
And its space is wide.
We have meadows and thickets,
Rivers and mountains.
And they live here with us
Herons, swans, siskins,
Woodpeckers, orioles, shrikes
Turtles and snakes,
Tigers, wolves and bears,
Elks, bison, wild boars... -
Our old neighbors.
We must save them!
Olesya Emelyanova

Go beyond the seas and oceans

Go beyond the seas and oceans,
You have to fly across the entire earth:
There are different countries in the world,
But you won’t find one like ours.

Our bright waters are deep,
The land is wide and free,
And the factories thunder without ceasing,
And the fields are noisy, blossoming...
M. Isakovsky

Above our native land

Airplanes are flying
Over our fields...
And I shout to the pilots:
“Take me with you!
So that over our native land
I shot through like an arrow

I saw rivers, mountains,
Valleys and lakes
And the swell on the Black Sea,
And boats in the open space,
Plains in riotous color
And all the children in the world!”
R. Bosilek

What we call Motherland

What do we call Motherland?
The house where you and I live,
And the birch trees along which
We walk next to mom.

What do we call Motherland?
A field with a thin spikelet,
Our holidays and songs,
Warm evening outside the window.

What do we call Motherland?
Everything that we cherish in our hearts,
And under the blue-blue sky
Russian flag over the Kremlin.
V. Stepanov

There are many in the world, and besides Russia, all sorts of good states and lands, but a person has one natural mother - he has one Motherland.
Konstantin Ushinsky

There is no better Motherland in the world, friends!

Poems about the Motherland for primary school children of grades 1-2-3-4

What is our Motherland?

An apple tree blooms over a quiet river.
The gardens stand thoughtfully.
What an elegant homeland,
She herself is like a wonderful garden!

The river plays with riffles,
The fish in it are all made of silver,
What a rich homeland,
You can’t count her goodness!

A slow wave flows
The vastness of the fields is pleasing to the eye.
What a happy homeland
And this happiness is all for us!
Victor Bokov

My home area

I go out onto the balcony -
I see a park and a stadium,
Cinema, library,
Church, clinic, pharmacy,
music school,
The offices are mirrored.
And also the ice palace
AND shopping mall new,
And your gymnasium,
Where I study with imagination.
I go out onto the balcony -
Hello,
My home area!
Andrey Smetanin

About the Motherland

What is called my homeland?
I ask myself a question.
The river that winds behind the houses
Or a bush of curly red roses?
That autumn birch tree over there?
Or spring drops?
Or maybe a rainbow stripe?
Or a frosty winter day?
Everything that has been around since childhood?
But it will all be nothing
Without my mother's care, dear,
And without friends I don’t feel the same.
That's what is called the Motherland!
To always be side by side
Everyone who supports will smile,
Who needs me too!

Motherland

Spring, cheerful,
Eternal, kind,
Plowed by tractor
Sown with happiness -
She's all there before our eyes
From south to north!
Dear homeland,
The homeland is fair-haired,
Peaceful-peaceful
Russian-Russian...
V. Semernin

Where does the Motherland begin?

Where does the Motherland begin?
From the picture in your ABC book,
From good and faithful comrades,
Living in the neighboring yard.

Or maybe it's starting
From the song that our mother sang to us.
Since in any test
No one can take it away from us.

Where does the Motherland begin?
From the treasured bench at the gate.
From that very birch tree in the field,
Bowing in the wind, it grows.

Or maybe it's starting
From the spring song of a starling
And from this country road,
Which has no end in sight.

Where does the Motherland begin?
From the windows burning in the distance,
From my father's old budenovka,
What we found somewhere in the closet.

Or maybe it's starting
From the sound of carriage wheels
And from the oath that in my youth
You brought it to her in your heart.
Where does the Motherland begin?..
M. Matusovsky

Home country

In the wide open space
Before dawn
Scarlet dawns have risen
Over my native country.

Every year it gets more beautiful
Dear countries...
Better than our Motherland
Not in the world, friends!
A. Prokofiev

The place where we were born, city, village, hamlet, is called our small homeland. Wherever life takes us, no matter what distant cities of our country we live, we will always remember with a warm feeling our small homeland, the city where we were born, where we spent our childhood.

I love you, my dear land!

Russia

Here the warm field is filled with rye,
Here the dawns splash in the palms of the meadows.
Here are the golden-winged angels of God
They came down from the clouds along the rays of light.

And they watered the land with holy water,
And the blue expanse was overshadowed with a cross.
And we have no homeland except Russia -
Here is mother, here is the temple, here is the father’s house.
P. Sinyavsky

It smells like something familiar and ancient

It smells like something familiar and ancient
From the vastness of my land.
Villages float in the snowy sea,
Like distant ships.

Walking along a narrow path,
I repeat again! –
“It’s good that with the Russian soul
And she was born on Russian soil!”
Yulia Drunina

Give me Russian

Don't let them expect me to cry,
If they don't buy me a Coke.
Let them not expect me to struggle,
If I go to school for breakfast
They'll give you a sandwich instead
Foreign cookies.
Transoceanic confiture
Worse than our jam!

Serve a bowl of porridge -
I will become more beautiful and stronger!
Our bread and salt taste better
Foreign jelly!
Let me taste RUSSIAN!
Let me wear RUSSIAN!
It’s better to have millet for lunch,
Why ask for something overseas!
Anatoly Vlasov

The best in the world

Russian region, my land,
Dear spaces!
We have rivers and fields,
Seas, forests and mountains.

We have both north and south.
Gardens bloom in the south.
In the north there is snow all around -
It's cold and blizzardy there.

In Moscow they go to bed now,
The moon looks out the window.
Far East at the same hour
Rising to meet the sun.

Russian region, how great you are!
From border to border
And a fast train straight ahead
It won't finish in a week.

The words are heard on the radio -
The long journey is not difficult for them.
Your familiar voice, Moscow,
Heard by people everywhere.

And we are always happy to hear news
About our peaceful life.
How happy we live
In your native Fatherland!

Nations are like one family,
Although their language is different.
All are daughters and sons
Your beautiful country.

And everyone has one homeland.
Hello and glory to you,
Invincible country
Russian power!
Natalya Zabila (translation from Ukrainian by Z. Alexandrova)

Motherland

The painted dawn has broken,
I go outside the outskirts.
WITH Good morning, dear side -
My dear Fatherland.

The artel moved together into the field,
Labor is in full swing from village to village.
Axes rang through the forests,
The silence behind the mounds has gone.

Steamships are being loaded
At the piers of awakened rivers,
And about the Volga, the Russian beauty,
A man sings with inspiration.

Songs flow in an invisible stream
To the stars of happiness - to the gray Kremlin.
I love you, my native land,
Invariably, in Russian, I love you!
N. Suslennikov

Oh, Motherland!

Oh, Motherland! In a dim glow
I catch with my trembling gaze
Your woods, woods -
Everything I absolutely love:

And the rustle of the white-trunked grove,
And the blue smoke in the distance is empty,
And a rusty cross over the bell tower,
And a low hill with a star...

My grievances and forgiveness
They will burn like old stubble.
In you alone there is consolation
And my healing.
A.V. Zhigulin

My little homeland

Quiet street in the middle of the village,
The house is wooden, there are poplars nearby.
Two lilac bushes
Cherry tree under the window.
I spent my childhood here
With mother, father.
Went fishing
I went mushroom picking
By the night fire
Komarov fed...

Discussion: there is 1 comment

the poems are excellent

Answer

* * * How great is my country, How wide is its expanse! Lakes, rivers and fields, Forests and steppes and mountains... My country stretches from north to south. When it is spring in one region, there is snow and blizzard in another. In Moscow they go to bed now, the moon looks out the window. The Far East at the same hour rises to meet the sun. Natalya Zabila

Motherland! This word sounds especially full deep meaning. Our country is vast and diverse. The rivers crossing its spaces are inexhaustible and full of water. Vast forests. The mountains are high, the light of the bright sun is reflected in their snowy peaks. The sultry steppes are wide. The remote taiga stretches across the ocean.

The cities scattered throughout the country are crowded and numerous. Many languages ​​are spoken by the people inhabiting our Motherland. The homeland is both a path with a ford across a stream and 1/6 of the land on the world map. This is both our capital, Moscow, and a small village. And our story. Russia is you and me with our joys and worries, problems and successes. The concept of “Motherland” is different for everyone. Assignment: Assignment: Write in your notebook a few words and phrases that, in your opinion, characterize today's Russia.

Contents of the Russian geography course (grades 8-9) GEOGRAPHY OF RUSSIA RUSSIA NATURE POPULATION ECONOMIC GEOGRAPHICAL REGIONS GEOGRAPHY OF YOUR REGION Assignment: Assignment: Get acquainted with the contents of the textbook for grade 8, highlight the main topics of the course. Why are they studied in this order?

The role of geography in solving the country's problems Assignment: Assignment: After reading the text of the textbook (Introduction), compose a coherent story about the role of geography in solving various problems and solving the country's problems. Use for storytelling keywords and phrases: Nature is a source of material production and habitat. Natural resources. Justification for placement settlements and economic facilities. Rational use natural resources. Environmental, social, natural and physical problems.

Sources of geographic information 1. Maps and atlases. 2.Reference books. 3. Internet resources. 4. Space and aerial photographs. 5. Geographic books and magazines (popular and scientific). 6. Documentaries about nature and population. 7. Tourist cards, diagrams and reference books. 8. Information about current problems in the country (television, radio, newspapers). 9. Photo albums. 10. Weather forecasts. 11. Stories of eyewitnesses of events and travelers. 12. Personal impressions. 13. And much more...

Methods of geographical research Traditional New Statistical. Cartographic. Historical. Space. Modeling method. Research experiment. Geographic forecast. “Everyone who has an idea can judge how much benefit geography brings to the human race,” wrote Mikhail Vasilyevich Lomonosov. Do you agree with this statement?

Natural uniqueness of Russia Russia Russia is the largest country in the world by area (17.1 million km 2). Russia has greatest number neighboring countries (16) and seas washing its shores (13). The most low temperature air of the northern hemisphere was recorded in the village of Oymyakon in Yakutia (-71 ° C). Sakhalin Island Sakhalin Island is the largest island in Russia, located in the Sea of ​​Okhotsk and the Sea of ​​Japan. Area 76.4 km 2).

Natural uniqueness of Russia Baikal - Baikal is the deepest freshwater lake in the world. It is called the “pearl of Siberia”. The eighth largest lake in the world in terms of area, Lake Baikal is located in Eastern Siberia, surrounded by mountains. 20% of all reserves are concentrated here fresh water on the surface of the globe. Length of Baikal km, average width- 48 km, max. depth m. The average water temperature in July is 13 ˚С. Volga - this river Volga - this river can be considered the central river of the European part of Russia. Russians call her “mother”. This is at the same time the most long river Europe (3530 km). The Volga flows into the Caspian Sea.

Natural uniqueness of Russia The Sea of ​​Azov The Sea of ​​Azov is the shallowest sea in the world and the smallest in area off the coast of Russia, in fact a bay of the Black Sea. Two rivers flow into the Sea of ​​Azov large rivers- Don and Kuban. The Sea of ​​Azov was very important for Russia in the 19th century, at which time the Russian merchant navy the Sea of ​​Azov reached grandiose proportions. Taganrog is a large port in the harbor, founded by Peter I after the capture of Azov, built for the first regular navy. Caspian Sea The Caspian Sea is the largest lake in the world, washing the shores of Russia, Kazakhstan, Turkmenistan, Iran, and Azerbaijan. Oil, gas and salt are being extracted on the lake, which is constantly worsening the environmental situation in this region.

Natural uniqueness of Russia Greater Caucasus. Greater Caucasus. The Caucasus Range runs from northwest to southeast between the Black and Caspian Seas on the border with Georgia and Azerbaijan. Its length is over 1100 km. There are about 2000 glaciers here. The Caucasus is one of the largest resort areas and a mountaineering center in Russia. Mount Elbrus in the Caucasus Mount Elbrus in the Caucasus is the highest in Russia. Its height is m. It is an isolated two-headed mountain, the cone of an extinct volcano. Ural Mountains Ural Mountains - natural border between Europe and Asia, the longest mountain system in Russia. Ancient, heavily eroded mountains stretching 2,100 km from north to south, from the Arctic Ocean to the border with Kazakhstan. The average height does not exceed 600 m. The highest mountain is Narodnaya (1895 m).

Natural uniqueness of Russia Kamchatka ridge The Kamchatka ridge with active volcanoes stretches on the Kamchatka Peninsula. Klyuchevskaya Sopka The highest peak is located here Far East- the active volcano Klyuchevskaya Sopka (4750 m) and numerous mineral and thermal springs and geysers. Fumarolnoye Here is the hottest lake in Russia - Fumarolnoye (average water temperature + 50 ° C).

Natural uniqueness of Russia West Siberian Plain The West Siberian Plain is the largest plain in Russia (area about 3 million km 2). Bering Sea The Bering Sea is the largest and deepest sea off the coast of Russia (area 2315 thousand km 2, average depth - 1640 m, maximum depth - 5500 m). Chukchi Sea The Chukchi Sea is the cleanest sea in Russia.

Don region

How big is my land
How wide are the spaces?
Lakes, rivers and fields,
Forests, meadows and mountains...
Traveling thousands of roads
And hundreds of miles of travel
Became dearer and dearer to me
The expanse of the Don steppe.
The smell of azure flowers
And thyme herbs
They intoxicate me, stupefy my blood,
The feather grass is of concern.
From the beauty of the Don fields
I can't take my eyes off
More beautiful than the land and dearer
I can't find it!
Mateeva V.V.

Native side

I like it best
Don land,
Its steppes are endless,
Meadows and fields,
And the midday heat
And the coolness of the rain,
Predawn fog
The nightingale trills in the night,
And Epiphany frost,
And the reeds by the river,
Farms and villages,
Where do the Cossacks live?
And also the smell of bread,
What did the earth grow...
This is my native land,
Here is my Russia!
Boytsova Valentina

Blossom my native land

My father's house and my farm along the Gashun River.
I was raised by golden dawns,
The springs were fed with spring water.


In the holy Russian side of the Don.




My land of fields, my corner is Donshchina.


You are important for me!
Blossom my Don region!
Ermolova Lyuba

My motherland

In the depths of vast Russia

The place of my little homeland.
In the steppe zone of the Don region
Once upon a time a people settled
Having founded a small farm,
Called Khutorskoy.
The days flew and the years rolled by,
A new century was replaced by a century,
And took root on this land
The Russian worker is a person.

Everything has changed here now.

God-forgotten places

Where I was born too.

Courtyard, Gashun River, poplars
And a lilac bush near the house,
And the treasured bench nearby.


And, fluttering like a flock of swan,
White fluff will fly from the poplars.


And I’ll think: “My beloved land,
There is no one dearer or sweeter than you!”
And wherever fate takes you,
I will strive with my heart to come here.
There is only one homeland.
Rubtsova Anna

WINTER HOUSES

This is the homeland of our fathers,
This is the native, paternal land:
Someone's farm Gorobtsov,
Someone's farm Vasilevsky,
Someone's farm Krasny Kut,
Kuchman Farm and Worker...
Those names live on
And today, by the way.

Zimovniki station.
It became their connection to the world.
How, when - no one knew -
They will have to become related.
Along the paths the market - the station -
Clinic - police.
A lot of water has flowed under the bridge.
Farms merged into the village -
There were no boundaries.
Only in memory of fathers
The following names have been preserved:
This is the Gorobtsov farm...
And the memories started...
Pomeschenko A.

Protected places

Protected places,
The steppe, untouched by the plow,
And behind them Elista,
Astrakhan friend.
Feather grass, like reeds -
There is room to run away,
Not a building, not a soul,
No movement at all.
Let's go straight, no Julia,
How long can this last?
Only heaven and earth
It's like having a beautiful dream.
I'm not used to space
I'm suffocating from the space.
And I have a Kalmyk driver
Heals by talking.
Explains where and how
Roamed with the herds,
And why Rogul-saiga
Pays tribute to the earth with horns.
Remembers the snow
Storms are black, free-flowing,
Blackened haystacks
Yes, burdocks are prickly.
And the Kalmyk's speech flows,
Like a wave, melodiously, strictly,
I just want to lie down:
The road lulled me to sleep.
Pomeschenko A.

Don region

How big is my land How wide are the spaces? Lakes, rivers and fields, Forests, meadows and mountains... Traveling thousands of roads And hundreds of miles of travel Became dearer and dearer to me The expanse of the Don steppe. The smell of azure flowers And thyme herbs They intoxicate me, stupefy my blood, The feather grass is of concern. From the beauty of the Don fields I can't take my eyes off More beautiful than the land and dearer I can't find it!

Mateeva V.V.

Native side

I like it best Don land, Its steppes are endless, Meadows and fields, And the midday heat And the coolness of the rain, Predawn fog The nightingale trills in the night, And Epiphany frost, And the reeds by the river, Farms and villages, Where do the Cossacks live? And also the smell of bread, What did the earth grow... This is my native land, Here is my Russia!

Boytsova Valentina

Blossom my native land

My native land, blue expanses My father's house and my farm along the Gashun River. I was raised by golden dawns, The springs were fed with spring water. In my dreams and thoughts of voluptuousness I melt love in the depths of my soul. I am grateful to God - I was born In the holy Russian side of the Don. Everything is mine here: both the river and the clearing, My house and garden, and glorious dear In my dreams and in reality I am glad, That I have all this in my life. My land of fields, my corner is Donshchina. In my soul you are forever with me: Fields and skies and golden steppes. You are important for me! Blossom my Don region!

Ermolova Lyuba

My motherland

In the depths of vast Russia Among the endless expanses of the steppes There is one inconspicuous village - The place of my little homeland. In the steppe zone of the Don region Once upon a time a people settled Having founded a small farm, Called Khutorskoy. The days flew and the years rolled by, A new century was replaced by a century, And took root on this land The Russian worker is a person. Many years have passed since then, Everything has changed here now. For whom is this just “outback”, God-forgotten places For me, this is the land of my ancestors, Where I was born too. Everything here is painfully familiar from childhood: Courtyard, Gashun River, poplars And a lilac bush near the house, And the treasured bench nearby. On a hot summer day, A free wind suddenly smells from the fields, And, fluttering like a flock of swan, White fluff will fly from the poplars. As soon as I breathe in this wormwood air, Immediately your heart will beat faster, And I’ll think: “My beloved land, There is no one dearer or sweeter than you!” And wherever fate takes you, I will strive with my heart to come here. There are many beautiful places in the world, There is only one homeland.

Rubtsova Anna

WINTER HOUSES

This is the homeland of our fathers, This is the native, paternal land: Someone's farm Gorobtsov, Someone's farm Vasilevsky, Someone's farm Krasny Kut, Kuchman Farm and Worker... Those names live on And today, by the way. We stuck along the Kuberle River... and so on to Sal. Zimovniki station. It became their connection to the world. How, when - no one knew - They will have to become related. Along the paths the market - the station - Clinic - police. How many years have passed since then? A lot of water has flowed under the bridge. Farms merged into the village - There were no boundaries. Only in memory of fathers The following names have been preserved: This is the Gorobtsov farm... And the memories started...

Pomeschenko A.

Protected places

Protected places, The steppe, untouched by the plow, And behind them Elista, Astrakhan friend. Feather grass, like reeds - There is room to run away, Not a building, not a soul, No movement at all. Let's go straight, no Julia, How long can this last? Only heaven and earth It's like having a beautiful dream. I'm not used to space I'm suffocating from the space. And I have a Kalmyk driver Heals by talking. Explains where and how Roamed with the herds, And why Rogul-saiga Pays tribute to the earth with horns. Remembers the snow Storms are black, free-flowing, Blackened haystacks Yes, burdocks are prickly. And the Kalmyk's speech flows, Like a wave, melodiously, strictly, I just want to lie down: The road lulled me to sleep.

Pomeschenko A.