Write a letter to a friend about your small homeland. Letter to a friend I want to tell you about my native land. Letter from Misha

Sahakyan Valeria. Veidelevskaya School, Veidelevka, Belgorod region, Russia
Essay in English with translation. Nomination Documents, letters, resumes.

A letter to an English friend about my hometown

83 Pervomaiskaya Street
Veidelevka
309720 Belgorod region
Russia

Thank you for your kind letter. I was glad to receive it.

You ask me to tell you a few things about my hometown. My hometown is Veidelevka. It boarders the Rovenki district in the south-east. It is located in the South-East of Belgorod region. The coat of arms of my hometown is three wild peonies (called vorontsy). They are very rare flowers that you can find in the Red Book rarity. My hometown is 83 year old. The settlement Veidelevka was named in honor of Vedel who inherited the land in 1742.

Though Veidelevka is not very big, it has some landmarks. Here you can see a new school, the Monument to an Unknown Soldier, a local museum, a new Palace of Culture, the Alley of Glory, the Central Park.

I would recommend you to see my hometown in spring, because only in spring you will see wild peonies. I am sure you will love them. They are charming.

As for me, I like my hometown. It is a great settlement. It is always clean. It has very kind people. I`m proud that I`m from Veidelevka.

Well, I can`t think of any more to say, so I`ll finish now.

Looking forward to hearing from you.

83 Pervomaiskaya street
Veidelevka
309720 Belgorod region
Russia

Dear Ann,

Thanks for the letter I received 2 weeks ago, it's time for me to respond. I should have written much earlier, but I had so much to do.

You ask me to tell you about my small homeland. My hometown- Veidelevka. It borders the village of Rovenki in the southeast. It is located in the southeast of the Belgorod region. The coat of arms of my hometown is 3 wild peonies (Voronets). They are rare flowers and are listed in the Red Book. My hometown is 83 years old. The village of Veidelevka was named after Vedel, who inherited the land in 1742.

Although Veydelevka is not very big, it has some attractions. Here you can see new school, monument to the Unknown Soldier, new museum, new Palace Culture, Walk of Fame, Central Park.

As for me, I love my hometown. He is magnificent. Always clean. The people are very kind. I am proud that I am from Veidelevka,

Well, nothing else comes to mind, so I’ll finish.

I'm looking forward to your answer.

Best wishes,

Sleeveless Victoria 5 "b" class

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Social studies teacher: Gushchina L.A. Completed by a student of grade 5B: Armless Victoria. Social studies project “Letter to a Friend”.

Topic: “Letter to a Friend.” goal: “Tell a friend about your homeland.” task: 1) “Show the greatness and beauty of your Motherland.” 2) “Introduce a city landmark.” Hypothesis: “If a friend visits our town, he will learn a lot of interesting things.”

Yuryuzan in summer.

River and mountains.

View from the Lighthouse.

Rafting on the Yuryuzan River.

Ski racing on our beach.

Maslenitsa.

Obelisk of Yuryuzani

Fighter pilot Dmitry Syrtsov. Deputy commander of the 866th Fighter Aviation Regiment, Major. Hero Soviet Union. Born November 8, 1913, Yuryuzan, Russian empire Died November 29, 1985 (72 years old), Moscow, USSR

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Hello, dear friend! You have long been interested in my Motherland, in which I was born and live. Motherland... These words are familiar to us from early childhood. For me, this is a tiny piece of land, which geographical map you won't find it. But it was here that we were born, took our first steps into a great life, with eyes full of surprise, got acquainted with the world around us, met our first true friends, learned the joy of victories and the bitterness of defeats. And wherever we are, wherever fate takes us, we will always remember with special patience, with great warmth, the small courtyard, the birch tree at the gate, and the narrow street. Here are our roots, here are our loved ones, from here we stepped into a big life.

Nature... it is very beautiful in my city, regardless of the seasons. In summer, people love to go to our unique attraction - the beach. Forest... There are a lot of berries, mushrooms, and also animals in it. Our area is surrounded on all sides by forest and mountains. I want to tell you about another such significant attraction. This is a lighthouse. Lighthouse – for a long time, the lighthouse in our city has been called the steep, pointed rocks that are piled above the river at the northwestern outskirts of the city. The mountain served as a natural beacon for floating the plant's products along the river. Sometimes fires were lit here. The rafting continued until 1891. Now this is one of the favorite vacation spots of Yuryuzans.From these rocks you can see the Yuryuzan River. You can raft on the river. This is what the residents of my city do.

The coldest time of the year is Winter, the time of snowstorms and bitter frosts. Winter is a time of fun and holidays, people celebrate the long-awaitedNew Year . Our ice town is one of the most visited places for people to spend their free time. Every year we host various skiing competitions. It’s beautiful in our forest in winter!

Spring... There are also many holidays in spring. One of them is Maslenitsa.Maslenitsa is a very fun holiday. Since ancient times, people have been celebrating it with festivities. The holiday is dedicated to the departure of winter and the arrival of spring. This holiday lasts for a whole week. But the most solemn day is Sunday. On Sunday, people communicate, congratulate each other on the holiday, eat pancakes, and most importantly, burn an effigy of Maslenitsa. They believe that when an effigy burns, all troubles and failures burn with it.

The month of May is very sunny in my city. On one of these days, namely May 9, an event is held for all people. The obelisk dedicated to war heroes is another attraction.During the Great Patriotic War, hundreds of Yuryuzans went to the front, and many of them never returned to their father’s home. In memory of them, a memorial obelisk was built in the city in 1975. Its author was the sculptor and artist A. M. Chernetsov.

10 years later, in honor of the 40th anniversary Great Victory, a stele was erected next to the memorial. The names of fallen heroes are immortalized on it. Be sure to visit the memorial and honor the memory of those to whom we owe the destruction of the fascist plague.

For their exploits on the fronts, the title of Hero of the Soviet Union was awarded to fighter pilot Dmitry Syrtsov, mortarman Boris Malakhov, and artilleryman Ivan Kukarin. Hundreds of Yuryuzans were awarded orders and medals for bravery and courage in battles with the Nazi invaders.

This small church appeared in Yuryuzan thanks to the efforts of the village priest Father Peter (Nazarov). The site chosen for construction was the territory of the hospital campus on the western outskirts next to the main building of the Yuryuzan Municipal Hospital. Having obtained permission from the city administration, Father Peter, accustomed to village labor from childhood, himself picked up an ax and saw many times. And so a cozy building of a small church with a gilded dome, which was crowned with an Orthodox cross, rose on the territory of the hospital town. And next to it is a bell tower with a tent covering, also crowned with a cross. On November 2, 2003, the consecration of the new temple took place.

In 2017 high school No. 1 Yuryuzani will celebrate its 100th anniversary. Valentina Petrovna Ivanova, who headed this educational institution from 1981 to 1992 and from 1998 to 2011, spoke on the pages of the Avangard newspaper about how the school took its first steps, about the teachers and students who make up its pride.On January 28, 1917, Zayonchkovsky, the director of public schools in the Ufa province, arrived in the factory village of Yuryuzan. He was present at the assembly, attended lessons and made a note about this in the Visitation Book, which has been kept in the school museum for almost 100 years. Zayonchkovsky found “the first steps of the school’s work quite satisfactory.”

A horseshoe has recently appeared in our city, a symbol of our city, for good luck and happiness. She is very beautiful.On this note I end my letter. I would like to believe that now you have an idea about my town. I invite you to my hometown. Let's wander around my favorite places together. And you will see for yourself how beautiful he is. Goodbye.

Letter to the Motherland.

Hello, Motherland! I'm writing you a letter. But it's not ordinary, no. It's special. It was very difficult for me to write it, because admitting your feelings is not easy, you know this like no one else. It's hard for you now, I know. Therefore, you need to write you more encouraging letters to all the people who are close to you. Who throughout their lives make you happy with their victories and successes, but sadden you with their terrible, unscrupulous actions. I am writing you this letter with all my heart. I know you feel it. You see how worried and worried I am about you. But that's not the main thing. I love you, Motherland! Mine is quiet, bright, warm. I love you, Motherland! Mine is gentle, soulful and understanding. I love you, Motherland! After all, only you impress me with your beauties. I love you, Motherland! Because you are that very corner of our huge planet to which you constantly want to return. Because only you, the most beloved, are always drawn to. Any time of the day, any time of the year. I always rush to meet you, forgetting about everything. About all your troubles, sorrows, grievances and sorrows. I know you will always understand. I will whisper to the wind how bad I feel, and you will warm me with the rays of the summer sun. I will cry, and you will cry with me with the heavy drops of evening rain. I will rejoice, and you will sparkle and sparkle with dew drops in the morning. I will sing, and you will sing with me like nightingales in the forest, round dances in a birch grove. I will dance, and you will dance with me, drop by drop, on a bright spring morning. I love you, Motherland! Mine is powerful, courageous, strong. I love you, Motherland! And I believe that no enemy is scary as long as we are with you, Motherland! We will save you, do you hear? And we won’t let you offend! Never! Never! I love you, Motherland! I can talk forever, but in reality, I won't say everything I feel. I love you with the most sincere, most heartfelt love that can be. There is no such love anymore! Only to you. To the Mother herself. You will succeed, do you hear? Have no doubt! Be even stronger, stay strong, my love! And everything will be fine with us. I'm sure you'll see this soon. A new generation is growing, smarter and more perfect. We will reach new heights we never dreamed of. A unique future awaits us. Not like what we're going through now. And we will achieve the most unattainable goals, I am sure, Motherland. In parting, I can only say one thing - I will always be there, do you hear? I will never leave you! We, your children, your closest relatives, will never leave you, no matter what happens. You can always rely on us.

Loving you dearly, Masha.

Hello, dear friend!
You have long been interested in my homeland, that is, the city in which I was born and live. But before embarking on this topic, I would like to reflect on what, in my opinion, is contained in this painfully familiar, but very capacious word. Homeland... Fatherland...

Fatherland... These words are familiar to us from early childhood. But what is this - the Motherland?

If you look in an explanatory dictionary, you can find an explanation of this word, simple and understandable. Homeland is the country in which a person was born.
Where does it begin? Speaking

In dry geographical language, we would call extreme points of her country, the parallels and meridians between which she spread her expanses. But in fact, my Fatherland begins with the smallest things: from a courtyard next to my father’s house, from a birch tree at the gate, from a school bench, from my native street, from a town, village or small village dear to my heart.

This is a tiny piece of land that cannot be found on a geographical map. But it was here that we were born, took our first steps into a great life, with eyes full of surprise, got acquainted with the world around us, met our first true friends, learned the joy of victories and the bitterness of defeats. And the word “homeland”, which we found in the explanatory dictionary, becomes more significant, more significant, more native. It’s not for nothing that “homeland” and “native” came from the same root.

And wherever we are, wherever fate takes us, we will always remember with special trepidation, with great warmth, the small courtyard, the birch tree at the gate, and the narrow street. Here are our roots, here are our loved ones, from here we stepped into a big life. I remember the words of V. Lazarev:
I don't just live.
I am like a river
I start in a lost place...
My “lost place” is a town called Novomichurinsk. Someone, looking at him, might say: “...provincial outback, gray and dirty...”. But I love him.

I love to wander through its friendly green streets, meet familiar faces, and enjoy the clean air. And if you knew how beautiful my home town is in different times of the year! In summer it is covered in lush greenery, bright colors flower beds and meadows, in sunny gilding.

And in the fall... Multi-colored maples, yellow lindens, still green poplars, brownish oaks... In Novomichurinsk, autumn is not a “dull time”, but a wonderful time of year, simply a “charm of the eyes.” In winter, Novomichurinsk is filled with magic and poetry.

When you look out the window or go outside, your mood is always immediately lifted by the sight of sparkling and creaking snow and trees covered with silvery frost. And, of course, spring... A sea of light, greenery, flowers and aromas.

White-trunked birches, fragile willows, and delicate willows decorate themselves with luxurious earrings. The trees dress in light green dresses. Apple, pear, cherry, plum trees put on their wedding attire...

Novomichurinsk is fragrant, immersed in emerald greenery, blooming linden trees, and the aromas of gardens.
And in the most ordinary outfit
You are sweet, Fatherland, to the point of tears.
Brown strands suit you
Your beloved birches.
But not only nature decorates my city. My city is famous, first of all, for its people and power units. The Ryazan State District Power Plant became the largest power plant in the European part of Russia, so many foreign delegations came here
You are such that you will not find anything more beautiful,
At least walk around the whole earth three times.
You are like the sea, no, like our heart,
Forever with us, Motherland, in our breasts!
But along with pride in their hometown, there are also notes of sadness and regret that all its property is drowning in piles of garbage, that the residents of Novomichurinsk do not always treat it well. Almost all of the trees planted long ago have survived to this day, but the small sticky trees planted there recently have already been broken. I love admiring the gray-haired giants while walking along quiet streets, and how painful it becomes when, instead of lush crowns of trees, I often see only stumps.

Due to the fault of people, the water in the Pronya River has become dirty, the springs that once surrounded my city have disappeared, the former beauty and grandeur are fading.
I want to tell my peers, growing children, and the adult population about our city and its problems, to engender in their souls a love for their native land, pride in it, a desire to help it and make our Novomichurinsk even more beautiful.
On this note I end my letter. I would like to believe that now you have an idea about my town. I invite you to my hometown. Let's wander around my favorite places together. And you will see for yourself how beautiful he is.

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Hello, dear friend!

You have long been interested in my homeland, that is, the city in which I was born and live. But before embarking on this topic, I would like to reflect on what, in my opinion, is contained in this painfully familiar, but very capacious word. Motherland... Fatherland... Fatherland... These words are familiar to us from early childhood. But what is this - Motherland? If you look in an explanatory dictionary, you can find an explanation of this word, simple and understandable. Homeland is the country in which a person was born.

Where does it begin? Speaking in dry geographical language, we would name the extreme points of our country, the parallels and meridians between which it spreads its expanses. But in fact, my Fatherland begins with the smallest things: from a courtyard next to my father’s house, from a birch tree at the gate, from a school bench, from my native street, from a town, village or small village dear to my heart. This is a tiny piece of land that cannot be found on a geographical map. But it was here that we were born, took our first steps into a great life, with eyes full of surprise, got acquainted with the world around us, met our first true friends, learned the joy of victories and the bitterness of defeats. And the word “homeland”, which we found in the explanatory dictionary, becomes more significant, more significant, more native. It’s not for nothing that “homeland” and “native” came from the same root. And wherever we are, wherever fate takes us, we will always remember with special trepidation, with great warmth, the small courtyard, the birch tree at the gate, and the narrow street. Here are our roots, here are our loved ones, from here we stepped into a big life. I remember the words of V. Lazarev:

I don't just live.

I am like a river

I start in a lost place...

My “lost far away” is a town called Novomichurinsk. Someone, looking at him, might say: “...provincial outback, gray and dirty...”. But I love him. I love to wander through its friendly green streets, meet familiar faces, and enjoy the clean air. And if you only knew how beautiful my hometown is at different times of the year! In the summer it is all lush green, in the bright colors of flower beds and meadows, in sunny gilding. And in the fall... Multi-colored maples, yellow lindens, still green poplars, brownish oaks... In Novomichurinsk, autumn is not a “dull time”, but a wonderful time of year, simply “charm from the eyes.” In winter, Novomichurinsk is filled with magic and poetry. When you look out the window or go outside, your mood is always immediately lifted by the sight of sparkling and creaking snow and trees covered with silvery frost. And, of course, spring... A sea of light, greenery, flowers and aromas. White-trunked birches, fragile willows, and delicate willows decorate themselves with luxurious earrings. The trees dress in light green dresses. Apple trees, pears, cherries, plums put on their wedding attire... Novomichurinsk is fragrant, drowning in emerald greenery, flowering linden trees, and the aromas of gardens.

And in the most ordinary outfit

You are sweet, Fatherland, to the point of tears.

Brown strands suit you

Your beloved birches.

But not only nature decorates my city. My city is famous, first of all, for its people and power units. The Ryazan State District Power Plant became the largest power plant in the European part of Russia, so many foreign delegations came here

You are such that you will not find anything more beautiful,

At least walk around the whole earth three times.

You are like the sea, no, like our heart,

Forever with us, Motherland, in our breasts!

But along with pride in their hometown, there are also notes of sadness and regret that all its property is drowning in piles of garbage, that the residents of Novomichurinsk do not always treat it well. Almost all of the trees planted long ago have survived to this day, but the small sticky trees planted there recently have already been broken. I love admiring the gray-haired giants while walking along quiet streets, and how painful it becomes when, instead of lush crowns of trees, I often see only stumps. Due to the fault of people, the water in the Pronya River has become dirty, the springs that once surrounded my city have disappeared, the former beauty and grandeur are fading.

I want to tell my peers, growing children, and the adult population about our city and its problems, to engender in their souls a love for their native land, pride in it, a desire to help it and make our Novomichurinsk even more beautiful.

On this note I end my letter. I would like to believe that now you have an idea about my town. I invite you to my hometown. Let's wander around my favorite places together. And you will see for yourself how beautiful he is. Goodbye.