Temu's favorite place in the city. My favorite cities, places where I return. Features of an essay describing a place
Summary of GCD for drawing in senior group
Theme "My favorite place in the city"
Target: Continue to introduce children to their small homeland.
Tasks:
Expand children's ideas about their hometown Severomorsk;
To evoke in children a feeling of admiration for the beauty of their hometown;
Learn to convey the image of a city in a drawing at any time of the year;
- develop creative imagination, sense of composition, color.
Preliminary work: city tour, looking at a photo album with views of the city, conversations about the city of Severomorsk.
Material for the lesson: Sheets of paper, colored pencils.
Progress of the lesson:
Educator: Guys, let's stand in a circle. Show your palms. Rub them together. What do you feel? (Warm). This is the warmth of kind hands and kind souls.
Educator:: Now let's stand in a circle and say hello to each other.
(Communication game)
Let's stand side by side, in a circle,
Let's say “Hello! " each other.
We are too lazy to say hello:
Hi all! " and "Good afternoon! ";
If everyone smiles -
Good morning will begin.
GOOD MORNING!
Surprise moment.
(Knock on the door) The teacher opens the door, and Luntik comes in with her.
Educator: Guys, look, it's Luntik. He flew to visit us from the Moon. Let's get to know him (children take turns saying their last name, first name, patronymic).
Educator: Guys, Luntik lives on another planet and doesn’t know anything about our city. Let's introduce him to our city.
First, please answer me the following questions:
1. What does the word Motherland mean? (Homeland is the country in which we live.)
2. What does the word small homeland mean? (small Motherland is the place where a person was born and raised.)
3. Our Motherland is called... (Russia)
4. Residents of Russia are called... (Russians).
5. President of Russia... (V.V. Putin)
Guys, pay attention to the photographs. (photos with views of the city)
Look carefully at the photographs and say what they show. (Children's answers).
Educator: Guys, what is the name of the city we live in?
Educator: There are a lot of big and small cities in the world. And today we will talk about our city Severomorsk, about our most beloved, most beautiful.
Educator: Please tell me what you like about our city? (children's answers).
Educator: There are many streets in our city. And each street has its own name. Tell me what street do you live on? (children's answers). I live on the street…..
Educator: Guys, you walk along familiar streets every day. What buildings can you see on the streets of our city? (Shops, post office, pharmacy, hospital, school, library, kindergarten).
Educator: Now let's rest a little.
Fizminutka
We get up early in the morning,
We see the city outside the window.
(point with hands to the window)
He woke up, he lives,
He's calling us to the street.
(walking in place)
There are different types of houses:
High and low
(raise your hands up and down)
Far and near,
(extend your arms and bring them closer to you)
Wooden, panel, brick,
(move with one hand as if counting)
They seem to be ordinary.
(spread hands)
We live, we grow
In our hometown.
(gradually rise on your toes with your arms raised and take the i.p.)
For some - small, -
(show a small object with your hands)
And for us it’s huge.
(raise your arms up and down to your sides)
Let it grow
Let it bloom
(hands on the belt, springs in both directions)
Our town is modest.
(spread your arms straight to the sides)
Problematic situation.
Educator: Guys, our Luntik is crying. What's happened? He told me that he was crying because there were no such people in his city. beautiful places. In the city where he lives with his friends, he is bored. Do you think we can help him? (children's answers).
Look at the city of Luntik. (image of the Moon). What do you think is missing here to make our guest happy? (Children's answers).
Educator: And riddles will help us with this.
Guess what, guys?
You are a riddle about the city.
You'll have to carry on
Trains are noisy everywhere,
And people go in all directions.
From all sides, from all ends,
Who is waiting for the trains to arrive,
We invite him to the hall,
What is called... (Railway station)
You can leave a letter here,
Send a telegram
Call by phone
On a business trip for mom.
You can buy an envelope here
Send a parcel urgently,
Saying hello to everyone,
After all, this building is... (Mail)
People in white don't get bored
Don't sit idle
The course of treatment is prescribed
These people are in white.
If someone gets sick,
Everyone goes to get treatment
To our nursery... (Hospital)
What kind of wonderful house is this?
A hundred children in that house
The kids are very happy at home!
What is this? ... (Kindergarten)
If the refrigerator is empty,
If you have nothing to eat,
There is no bread, no cabbage,
There is no butter or buckwheat,
Come here quickly
And take the basket
Buy what tastes better
In our (store)
It contains amazing paintings,
The paintings are rare and delightful,
But they won't be allowed to buy them.
Not because they cost a lot,
After all, this is the treasure of my country.
Not a store here, but museum.
Educator: Guys , can we help him? (Children's answers).
Come on, we'll paint our city and give it .
Summary of the lesson.
Educator: Well done guys, what wonderful drawings you have made. Who will tell us about their drawings? (several children share their vision of the drawing). Was it difficult for you to do this job? (children's answers). I hope that when you grow up and become adults, you will definitely build your own beautiful and cozy homes.
Luntik thanks the children and promises to build cozy and beautiful houses, yards, etc.
Educator: Guys, what did you like most today?
Ponomareva Natalya
An essay about the beauty of our native land, about small homeland- the city of Pavlov. About its attractions, about the Pavlovsk lemon, which the Turkish Pasha brought to our city.
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Municipal budgetary educational institution
secondary school No. 10, Pavlovo
FAVORITE PLACES IN MY HOMELAND
With love about our native land!
Work completed
student of 2nd "B" class
PONOMAREVA
NATALIA ALEXANDROVNA.
Supervisor:
Timofeeva Nadezhda Alekseevna
Composition.
In my native places the wind smells like chamomile,
And down to the blade of grass the whole earth is ours,
In my native places the sun shines brighter,
And a silvery voice by the stream.
Let them tell me that there are other lands,
That there is another beauty in the world,
And I love my native places,
My dear, dear places.
In my native places the sky is blue,
In my native places there are more spacious meadows,
Birch trunks are straighter and slimmer,
And the arc is more colorful than the rainbow.
M. Plyatskovsky.
The native land is the eternal joy of the heart!
Grigory Koval.
Love for the Motherland begins with love for our native nature. The nature closest to the senses is the nature of the places where we were born. We must love and appreciate the beauty that nature gives us, especially if these are favorite natural places of our native land that we have known since childhood. Perhaps the most powerful and exciting memories from childhood are memories of one’s native places, favorite paths, nooks and crannies, what makes love for one’s native land unchangeable and so unforgettable.
Homeland is a very capacious concept in its content. It has a very deep and multifaceted meaning. And the first place where the homeland begins for every person is his family, that is, his dearest and closest people. Then this concept expands to the entire surrounding world, and a person sees in his homeland, first of all, the nature of his region. After all, our homeland was created by nature and our ancestors. And it was nature that dotted everything with its landscapes and natural beauties.
Each of us has our favorite places that we have liked since childhood, and with which we have our own memories and associations. But what could be more beautiful than those memories that a person has preserved? Especially if these are pleasant memories, and even more so associated with childhood, with your home, where your mother and grandmother are always waiting for you from school. You come home and your favorite mushroom soup is on the table!
So, first of all, the Motherland is those native paths along which a person walked somewhere, familiar nooks, alleys, houses, parks, lakes and everything else - everyone has their own associations and memories. This is where love for the homeland begins - from native places that are close to every person. Therefore, the Motherland itself is inseparable from nature and its beauty.
Further, to this image we add the respect that every person has before his ancestors, who lived and worked on this land, ennobling it in labor and defending it on the battlefields. And every person should remember that his homeland and his native land will always help him gain physical and spiritual strength, no matter what hardships he experiences in life. And it is erroneous to identify the Motherland with the economic well-being of the state or system in which we live. The concept of “Motherland” is a much more intimate and spiritual concept. And this image lives in the soul of every person.
My grandmother instills a love for our native nature. She is a teacher. Grandmother teaches me to understand nature, feel its beauty, read its language, take care of its wealth. She tells me about the great teacher V.A. Sukhomlinsky, who by his example taught adults to communicate with children. The teacher’s statement is always before my eyes: “Observations are necessary for a child, just as the sun, air and water are necessary for a plant, and in order for a child to learn to see the sun in the palm of a dandelion, or a girl in a sundress in a white birch tree, - for this you need to visit nature, stop, look closely to see.” My grandmother taught me from early childhood that Man became Man when he heard the whisper of leaves, the song of a grasshopper, the murmur of a spring stream, the ringing of silver bells, larks in the bottomless sky, the rustle of a blizzard outside the window, the gentle splash of water and the solemn silence of the night - I heard and , with bated breath, listens for hundreds and thousands of years to this wonderful music of life. She won't say it in vain. And my grandmother, at every opportunity, says: “If you know how to give birth to a child, you know how to teach it.” I understand her. My favorite teacher Nadezhda Alekseevna Timofeeva instills in us children a love for our native land. She always gives parting words: “During your walks, observe what is happening in nature, protect it, help it, feed the birds in the winter, hang birdhouses in the spring, collect food for the birds in the fall.” Nadezhda Alekseevna also talks about sproutsgood and evil that will be inherent in childhood.The child will part with the teacher, but will remain with his parents forever. But when he grows up, who will the aged parents see next to them: a kind, caring person or a cruel, indifferent person? I understand her too.
I really love walking with my grandmother along Nizhegorodskaya Street, especially admiring the Pavlovsk Lemon monument. This monument was made by her students, which is why it is so dear to me.The information plate says that the sculptural composition was made by a team of teachers and students of the Pavlovsk Art College, and it is dedicated to hometown and its historical traditions. The monument became one of the officially recognized symbols of Pavlov.
« Pavlovsk lemon"
My grandmother and I read the legend. It says that at the beginning of the 19th century, the Turkish Pasha, very pleased with Pavlovsk castles, gave the Pavlovsk residents several lemon cuttings. After a long and long journey, the cuttings were brought to Pavlovo, planted and grown here. And gradually in the 19th century, using the method of folk selection, unknown breeders developed the variety “Pavlovsky Lemon”, capable of growing and bearing fruit in the window.
Although Pavlovsk artisans were considered peasants, they did not work on the land, many did not even have a plot near their house, but were drawn to gardening. So they developed a variety of lemon that could grow on a window, and all the windows in their houses were filled with pots of fruiting lemons. Lemons also purified the air, which was polluted when working with metal.
Cuttings of indoor lemons bred in Pavlovo were sold throughout Russia back in the 19th century.
The monument to Pavlov's Lemon is a monument to Pavlov's continuous creative search and masters.
It is possible that this is only a legend, since back in the 18th century, southern fruits, including lemons, were grown in the greenhouses of rich estates, so it was not necessary to travel far to get cuttings. But in a greenhouse there is a lot of space, a lot of light, and you can regulate the temperature and humidity. It's not like growing a lemon on a window. Those who have been involved in citrus fruits know how difficult it is to get a harvest in a room - citrus fruits in winter try to shed their leaves along with the set fruits; they are too warm and too dark. But the Pavlovsky lemon variety grows well and bears fruit on the window.
This is only a piece of my native land, just a grain of it! And how good it feels! Calmly! Joyful! Exciting! And you feel like a part of this vast land!
My grandmother often tells me about the old days, and I imagine my mother as a little girl like me, happily playing with the neighbor kids. In these places, even the birds sing in a special way, their songs are close, familiar and understandable. It seems that they also want to tell us people something. Birds could probably tell a lot of interesting things about this region! Once, when I was a child, my grandmother brought me a handful of strawberries that she had just picked from the garden. I still feel this unforgettable taste of fresh berries - you can’t buy these in a store or at the market. After all, they are from our native places, from our small homeland.
WITH early years my parents instilled in me a love for my native nature. And now I will never pick a delicate flower or scare away the birds chirping on a branch. I myself want to preserve all this beauty, because I have the power to help my homeland. It is difficult to say which homeland is more valuable - a small one or a large one. It seems to me that both big and small homelands are equally important, and I love them. Moreover, it is an inextricable whole. The whole world around us is the whole Motherland.
Our walk with grandma ends. Thick twilight had already descended on the street. Life in my city is quiet. I raise my eyes to the sky, and it is as beautiful as always. The sky of my land, the sky of my homeland. Nowhere in the world is there a sky like ours. Good, bottomless, only the moon illuminates the path with its light.
When we talk about nature, we talk about our native land, about your native land, about your Motherland, about Russia. May the voices of birds never cease in our Russia, may the forests rustle, may the grasshoppers chirp, may nature live and breathe. For the poet S. Vikulov, love for his native land and Russia also appears as a single whole, so we can say with him:
Whenever I knew
how it beats with its tail
pike on a ringing vein,
like autumn
vigorous saffron milk cap,
standing under a bush,
like dew
brings it in a glass;
like cranes
the starting line is blown,
like an echo
repeats the elk's roar, -
I'm afraid,
I wouldn't love
so you,
how I love you now,
my favorite region!
In life, every person has favorite places to which he periodically returns, regardless of his employment and opportunity. I also have such places. Each of these places is associated with something very important in my life, which I will never dare to cross out. In my hometown St. Petersburg
I have a favorite place - Summer garden.
St. Petersburg is always good, in any weather and at any time of the year. But every corner of it, every monument has its own favorite time, when it fully reveals itself to us. For the Summer Garden such a happy time is the golden days of autumn. Colored with its ceremonial colors, it is solemnly thoughtful and majestic.
I love walking around St. Petersburg, and the Summer Garden, in my opinion, is one of the best and most beautiful places in our city. This is the impression I got when I first visited it. The Summer Garden is at its most beautiful in autumn. The leaves of the trees echo the gilded
The ornaments of the fence, the spreading crowns of trees glow hotly in the transparent air. Pale yellow, amber, purple leaves fall on the naked marble shoulders of statues, on granite pedestals, caught by the wind, dancing in the alleys, rustling pleasantly underfoot.
I also really like the Summer Garden Summer house Peter I. Peter I loved his Summer Palace. In this cozy, comfortable house, not intended for official celebrations and receptions, the king usually lived from April to October-November. Most of the alleys of the Summer Garden are our history. The statue of the god of time Saturn standing on the main alley seems to remind those entering the garden of the passing centuries. Straight, linearly drawn alleys are fenced with dense green walls. In the squares and rectangles between the alleys there are even rows of strange trees: instead of spreading fluffy crowns, the tree trunks are crowned with balls, cubes, and pyramids. From the outside it looks very impressive and beautiful.
I walk among the shady alleys,
And the leaves fall, swirling.
In your radiant arms
Passion burns more intensely.
I love your piers so much
Cathedrals, parks and gardens,
I meet love in your eyes.
My glorious city! It's you!
It seems to me that the Summer Garden is one of the most beautiful places in the world. And I will hope that over time it will not lose its beauty and elegance. I want it to always remain as beautiful and thereby attract people from all over the world. Every time the Summer Garden leaves pleasant memories in my memory. And I think that in the future he will leave a global mark on the history of mankind.
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There are many beautiful places in our wonderful city of Kostroma. But my favorite place in Kostroma is Ostrovsky’s gazebo. This place has a special energy. It gives visitors a feeling of peace and tranquility. Climbing up to the gazebo, you can admire the views of magnificent Russian nature from there. You can stand here for hours and watch the beauty and grandeur of the Volga. By the way, this gazebo was filmed in a movie, it was the film “Cruel Romance”. Many guests of our city want to visit this particular attraction.
Let's look at how to correctly write a creative work describing your favorite place in the city.
Features of an essay describing a place
A descriptive essay can be devoted to various topics. So, the author can talk about the book he read, his family members, his favorite time of year, etc. If we are faced with the task of describing our favorite place in the city, it is worth mentioning the following points in the essay:
- What memories are associated with this place?
- Why does it seem special?
- When is the best time to visit this place?
- What is unusual and interesting there?
If something is described historical place, you can briefly talk about its significance. Personal stories associated with the object being described always look organic in such creative work.
Essay on the topic “My favorite place in Kostroma”
My city Kostroma is very ancient and beautiful. There are many interesting places, where not only tourists love to go, but also local residents. It's nice to look at ancient temples, stroll around the city center or watch the sunset on the embankment. But my favorite place is Kostromskaya Sloboda.
For the first time I had the opportunity to visit the very famous museum our city even in preschool age. My parents and I went there for the folklore festival in honor of Maslenitsa. I still remember how I was amazed by the unusual wooden churches that you cannot find anywhere else in the city. But most of all I remember the ancient village, which was recreated right on the river bank. When I bury my eyes, I still see these peasant huts, so cozy and nice, as if they had stepped out of the pages of some fairy tale.
It’s nice to take a walk in Kostromskaya Sloboda at any time of the year. In winter, from here you can see the frozen river, the grandfather on which glistens in the sun. In the summer heat, you can hide in the shade of trees right next to the ancient churches. And how beautiful it is here during the September leaf fall and at the time of spring flowering!
I advise all guests of Kostroma and those who live in the city to visit this wonderful place to see with your own eyes all the beauty of Ancient Rus'.
The universal law of attraction works properly at all times. We are always surrounded by what we broadcast from our hearts. The match is always one hundred percent. Only we may not like our condition, and no one around, and even the trees seem crooked, and the puddles are dirty and deep. And, of course, we experience tender feelings for the warm, gentle sun, and then our hearts are light. But isn’t it within our power to create such conditions to constantly and happily be in balance with the Universe?
It is not at all necessary to go where it is good. It is much more useful to create a beautiful environment where we are. Now.
There are places where everything works out by itself. Somehow, these parts of the Earth resonate with my heart so much that there is no need to make an effort: everything is fine as is. Perhaps I match the energy of these places by default. It has been noticed that this is where I write easily and with inspiration. And that’s not all, these are the cities that make their way onto the pages of my stories and stories, they live there. And I live in them.
Pai, Mae Hong Son, Thailand
Pai is a very special place. Anyone who comes here will agree with this - even for three days, even for a month. And those who have lived here for years know this for sure. I think it has to do with the mountains or the fault (we have a canyon!), but rather a combination of these and some other mysterious factors. However, it turns out that Pie is working as a ruthless karma machine. If you have debts, then when you get to nice, cozy Pai, you will have to go through trials and cleanse your life. What would take years “in normal life” will take a couple of months here. This does not mean that Pie grinds everyone down with particular cruelty. If there is no desire to change, Pai will let you go, you will simply leave.
Many people say that wishes come true in Pai. So be careful with your wording. Everything happens quickly here. But in timelessness.
People with an inner thirst for change come here. And while the fire burns, turning into ashes, they do not leave. With the birth of the Phoenix, a person is ready to enter a renewed world.
Pie from the heights of your hills
Magic happens in Pai. That's what they say too.
Tha Ton, Chiang Mai, Thailand
Thaton is a very small town. So much so that they say about such people: “There’s nothing to do here!” He's even smaller than Pie. And there are fewer tourists here. And what exactly should you watch? Nine-level temple on a mountain? And then? That's it, it's time to get on the bus and leave.
The most interesting thing begins precisely then. When everything has already been done, the whole mountain has been ridden, then you just need to close your eyes and feel. Nothing will change around. The hills will still rise beautifully, the river will slowly flow its waters, and the sun will also warm everyone, and then, winking, hide behind all the same hills. Every day, always.
This is not stability. This is perfection.
Ella, Uva, Sri Lanka
Sri Lanka has many faces: playful, stern, lazy and relaxed, indignant and mischievous. In the heart of the mountainous province of Uva, I found another face: Ella seemed to me a jewel, calmly and with dignity aware of her uniqueness. Ella does not need to lure tourists to its place; they come here themselves, buying into the opportunity to arrange trekking in the surrounding hills. To those who consider slowness and slowness an expensive luxury, do not stay here. And why? Ahead of them are conquests of peaks, photographs of the best sunrise on the planet and other achievements.
But personally, I’m ready to return to Sri Lanka just for Ella and live there for a month or two, drink tea and tap on the laptop keys, inspired by the silence and wonderful air. Small towns are unique in that there you can learn not to rush anywhere and do nothing. Nothing that makes your chest overflow with excessive importance. The biggest thing to do in Ella might be a walk to the roadside shrine. Place flowers there and say a kind word for travelers who circle along the mountain serpentine somewhere below.
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Hawaii, USA
A very common phrase is that Hawaii (or any other tropical island) is heaven on earth unexpectedly, in fact, turns out to be true. Banal, predictable and brutally honest. This truth hits you like powerful ocean waves and envelops you like warm water that floods your feet at high tide and playfully moves away, leaving your feet to sink into the soft sand.
Each of Hawaiian Islands unusual in its own way, each has its own and common rich story. No wonder the most famous Hawaiian, the gentle giant Israel Kamakawiwoole, treated his country with undisguised awe. He sang of its beauty and struggle for independence, recalled the glorious past and convinced people to be worthy of their great ancestors.
But when mountains and ocean meet, only passionate softness can be born from this love. Such as the Hawaiian hula dance. How the girls' hips float on the waves, their necks and hair are decorated with bright flowers, and their hands tell amazing stories.
And on a short strip of sand, between the waters of the ocean and high cliffs, there is a place for a person to watch the play of nature and realize that he is part of the Universe.
Safed, Mehoz Hatzafon, Israel
In the Northern District of Israel, among the fluffy hills, lies the small town of Safed. Despite its proximity to the border with Lebanon, where deadly missiles fly from and to, the city lives as if it does not notice the wars waged by the state. He stays away. More precisely at an altitude (900 meters above sea level). In the very center of the city, on the highest hill, there is already an obelisk dedicated to those who defended their right to live among this beauty. Safed accomplished its task in establishing the state, and is humbly and calmly proud of it. And he stays where he is most comfortable. In the 16th century.
Mysticism and the mysteries of the Caballa are all that interests this city. When the ancestors of modern inhabitants had to flee the Iberian Peninsula in search of better life, they found this life. Right here. And time stood still. Yes, many people now have iPhones, but they are still only interested in righteousness and keeping the laws. Studying, reflecting and putting into practice what the rabbis themselves once wrote here in Safed (Shulchan Aruch and commentaries on the Torah, for example!) - this is the life of the city.
From the main hill you can see everything - the sea, hostile Lebanon and the miserable Mount Hermon. But no one is interested in this. This is real zen!
Jericho, West bank, Palestine
In the Bible, Jericho is referred to as the city of palm trees. And from the Canaanite language (to which the Hebrew language belongs) the name is translated as “fragrant” or “moon”. The Arabic language also insists on “flavor”. But for the Canaanite-speaking people, that is, the Phoenicians, this land has always been a place of moon worship. Of course, this is the fragrant city of palm trees and the city of the moon. The most ancient city in the world according to stingy scientists who gave it 11 thousand years. And so far this is truly the most ancient city officially recognized.
Jericho is located near the Mount of Temptation, where Jesus spent 40 days testing himself. And under the mountain itself lie the ruins of ancient Jericho. Of course, the most ancient layer is inaccessible to the eye. And, frankly speaking, there is no ancient city. And there are not even ruins. Only historical mounds with small stonework. Probably, after the trumpets of Joshua destroyed the walls of Jericho, nothing could be built on this site for a long time.
But you can still see it. In your heart.
Sicily, Italy
The Phoenicians, as we know, were seafaring Vikings of their time (or the Vikings became the Phoenicians of the Middle Ages). And now we call those whose ancestors (Canaanites, Hittites, Amorites) remained in the Middle East Jews and Arabs, and the Phoenicians left and settled several more countries in both the west and the east. They went so far that modern man does not even see the kinship between peoples. The Phoenicians spread their writing system all over the world, and we still use it today.
They also reached Sicily. Main city Palermo in ancient times was called Sis, "flower" in Phoenician. Then the Greeks came here and brought their culture, brought poetic orderliness, replacing the wild passion of the Phoenicians. The Romans subjected everyone to their strict laws. Sicily was the last to receive Europeans from the north: the Vandals, Ostrogoths and Normans. But despite this, the relaxation of the Greeks and the permissiveness of the Phoenicians made the Sicilians one of the unique nations in modern Italy.
Crossroads of the sea, Sicily, like a delicious layer cake, flavored with sweet cream. And now it is only really good in its unity, and not separated into ingredients.
Indianapolis, Indiana, USA
Indianapolis, located right in the center of Indiana, was truly the city of dreams for 19th century Americans. Its precise layout (architect Alexander Ralston, together with Pierre Lefant, also built Washington) is amazing. Precision and streamlining are the main features. Like Moscow, Indianapolis radiates from the central Monument to Soldiers and Sailors (The Circle Monument). It is a circle that attracts energy from all over the state. In the USA, the city is known as the “Crossroads of America”; all important roads converge here. One square mile is how Indianapolis was envisioned by its creator. But I think there was always a thought about development. And the city naturally grows without disturbing the layout. Ideal place for life.
Despite the name, there are no Indians here anymore. Miami (not to be confused with modern) and Delawares were evicted by 1820 just before construction of the city began. But now the city is considered the most tolerant in the States. And even a little proud of their good qualities. What one of the most famous “big guys” (yes, that’s what they call the residents of Indiana, and they are actually ALL tall!), writer Kurt Vonnegut, really liked to laugh at. Mischievous at the excessive seriousness of his fellow citizens, Vonnegut nevertheless describes Indy better than anyone else in his books.
Indianapolis also lives on my pages, like secret place, where you are always welcome. The city is a circle, it reveals all the problems in full view or hides them, turning your head. Every circle will eventually turn into a spiral. It's all about personal choice.
California, USA
Everyone dreams of California - of beaches and warm sun, of a beautiful life and a career in Hollywood. To be born in California is a great success, even for Americans. But if this does not work out, then US residents are moving in droves to the southwest, trying to fill their voids.
I also dream about California. ABOUT Pacific Ocean and about beautiful nature: about the mysterious desert and bright colors. It seems to me that it is in such a place that you can see the contrasts of our lives. It’s not for nothing that there are so many earthquakes in California – nature argues with man. A person wants to be brighter and plays roles on films. And the earth instantly demonstrates who the main character is here. Neither Shakespeare's tragedies nor 20th Century Fox will ever compare to what nature can show.
I dream of California, of a mysterious world hidden in daylight. I see mysterious treasures extreme west, the tartar of our civilization (“tar” for the Greeks was the west, and “tartar” was a place where it was impossible to reach). There are no tourists on those paths, there are no stars there, there are only Stars.
But in California there is not only beautiful cities And famous beaches. California is so diverse that there is room for landscapes that are not similar to each other. If you drive along its hilly roads, you will find giant sequoia trees just beyond San Francisco. Most tourists ride in the appropriate national park or in and looks at the most voluminous sequoia, but I liked the coastal sequoias, the tallest ones. These are majestic and immense trees.
And in Southern California, the unique and amazingly diverse Joshua tree grows. And sometimes it seems that it is such a blessing that in the States there are still so many beauties where there is no imprint of human activity. There is no need to understand historical vicissitudes. Trees just exist. And their eternity and tranquility in the middle of desert landscapes gives them the most powerful weapon - the freedom to be themselves.
And the same can be said about two other miracles located along different sides from the Sierra Nevada. Kings Canyon National Park and Death Valley. All of this somehow miraculously fits into one state. Endless wild trails - possible encounters with nature, bears or heat - who will survive after this? California checks even now, even though the days of the Gold Rush are over. Test of gold, copper pipes in Hollywood. What remains is the test of self-preservation. Why not?
Arizona, USA
According to the bold remark of Emir Kusturica, in Arizona it is common to dream. Arizona is different. These are the huge and unusual canyons of the north, the pine greens and mountains of the center and the Sonoran desert in the south. And somewhere in the midst of all this diversity you can find a place to sit down and fly your dream skyward like kites.
Once upon a time a guest from outer space came to Arizona - the famous Arizona crater attracts many from afar. And the traces of those who came remain for millions of years. Sometimes it seems to me that all the dreamers crawled out of the crater and scattered across the state, devoting their lives to building their plans. Will it be fragile houses in Wupatki or built in depressions high mountain dwellings, whether dinosaurs or fossilized trees are buried, there is enough space for everyone. Is not it so?
Those that did not leave mysteriously keep the canyons and collect fees from the newcomers, believing that this is fair and will compensate for the damage that the white people caused them. Now the Indians play by the whites' rules. I believe that almost everyone in the world is American now. Or the new Romans. And yet in Arizona you can find a place to hide from civilization.
Washington, USA
The evergreen state, so similar in its landscapes to the northern latitudes of Russia, captivated me instantly. Everything is clear and close here. There is no room for surprise when you see something unusual and unusual. Everything here is private and cozy.
We did several treks to the mountains and volcanoes of Washington and still remember how free it was to walk around Rainier or along Hurricane Ridge.
Don't think that the state is simply covered with evergreen trees, and that's its specialty. This is a surprisingly diverse area. There is a rain forest in the Olympic Park, lakes with breathtakingly colored water, and mountain peaks with amazing shapes. Washington can be studied for a long time and is worth devoting a lot of time to it. Traveling leisurely along the roads of Washington with an eternal smile and stopping for the night with a tent - isn’t this a traveler’s dream?
Devils Tower, Wyoming, USA
There are so many wonders in Wyoming - there are many, but I want to highlight Devils Tower. Alone standing mountain, around which unimaginable legends have developed, and the emergence of which scientists cannot really explain, cannot fail to attract attention. Although, on the other hand, what’s wrong with it? Stands, rises. That's all. You can drive past, marvel and rush on, forgetting about the tower in a couple of seconds!
However, we made a special detour for this wonderful mountain, although we are not climbers who like to challenge ourselves by climbing to the top of a mountain. And we were right: it was worth coming here! The place, sacred to the Indians, appeared to be the guardian of all the beauty of Wyoming. Here and beautiful views, and pleasant walks around the Devil's Tower itself, and attempts to unravel what made the earth part and release a unique mountain out. And you know, I want to come back again and walk around the Devil’s Tower again.
Isla de Pascua, Chile
Imagining a place inhabited by people far, far away in the middle of the ocean is only possible in romantic dreams. However, there are such islands on the planet, perhaps left over from sunken land, or perhaps surfacing in their uncontrollable passion to live. Dead volcano islands stick out in the middle of all the oceans. But not every one of these islands is inhabited. But people live on Easter Island. And they lived there, as they say, for a long time.
Polynesia and all of Oceania are a mysterious territory. On the one hand, on islands distant from each other there live people who speak languages close to each other. For example, in Hawaii they will understand you if you speak Tahitian or Tongan. On the other hand, on each of the islands there is a culture that is alien to the rest of the world, and surprisingly similar to those buildings that were erected in South America. Rapa Nui was once a crossroads in the troubled Pacific Ocean.
And there, on this far, far away piece of land in the endless ocean, I found peace and tranquility, sitting on the edge of the Rano Kau volcano. I think I'm still sitting there.
small town Salento was built for gold. Gold was mined in Colombia and Peru, transported across the entire continent and taken to Europe. And Salento was the same town that was built on the route of the golden caravan. To relax along the way among the local magical hills.
The gold has already been taken away from Colombia, but the town remains. The road that passed here is also no longer relevant. And the isolated Salento now attracts eco-tourists and coffee lovers, another gold of Colombia. It is interesting that despite all this history, Salento remains fresh and somewhat naive. This is the very place where you can come with a pure heart (and preferably with a tent!) and be alone with nature. Even a large number of Tourists may not be bothered if they plan wisely. While they are all running to make it before the jeeps leave, you can wander along different paths where there are no hummingbirds or palm trees, but it is still breathtakingly beautiful!
It’s also interesting to cover several climate zones at once! Climbing from mountain rivers and waterfalls and plains to the rain forest, and then rushing to the snowy peaks of volcanoes - why not?
The high mountain plateaus in the Andes in Bolivia are capable of capturing the imagination of even the most callous people. I have written more than once that the landscapes of Bolivia seem to be lands of unearthly origin. And it always seems that this is a real ahistorical country. If anything happens here, it is only on a planetary scale. Wasting money on little things is not the Bolivian way. There is no historical time here, only universal time.
Therefore, you can simply observe, since you are so lucky to be among these landscapes, where only extremophile microorganisms live and flamingos fly to the delight of tourists.
But despite its extremes - the heights and the cold - Bolivia remains in the heart. Its faded but colorful landscape is memorable. And you always think about how to return to the streets of La Paz with its unprepossessing houses, how to freeze again in the Salvador Dali valley or spend the night in a salt hotel.
Trek through the Andes ancient city Choquequirao is truly the most unforgettable adventure for me. And how many tears were shed during the ascent and promises that I would think for a long time about embarking on such a journey again. And almost a year passed, and unnoticed by myself, I realized that I again want to walk this path to the fabulous Choquequirao!
And this trip to one of the last refuges of the Inca aristocracy is quite difficult. It can be assumed that mountain crossings were not difficult for the Incas; they rushed throughout the empire without any particular problems. Now we, modern people, call heroes those who descended down the canyon of the Apurimac River and climbed to a height of 1700 meters, and then wandered through the labyrinth of one of the Andean lost cities.
During the hike, you have the opportunity not only to overcome yourself and become familiar with the mysteries of history. A unique unity with nature, isolation from the usual digital world - this is the value of the track. No internet, no hotels - there is none of this in the Andes. There is only a road, a mountain and clouds. The backpack is behind your back and you are alone with yourself. Every step is like a whole journey.
Valle Sagrado, Peru
The Sacred Valley of the Incas is known throughout the world. Still would! Who hasn't heard of Peru? Probably everything! Besides the famous lost city there is more in the Sacred Valley great amount monuments of Inca architecture - both famous and not so famous. Some of them are very easy to get to - you can take them by bus, train or taxi. And somewhere you can only go on foot along mountain passages with a backpack on your back. And you will have to rely only on yourself.
Once upon a time, very important events for the whole world took place in Peru. After all, there is no doubt that everything ancient cities belong not just to the Inca culture, but to the entire planet. After all, construction methods and technologies were all ahead of their time. Or our technological time desperately does not keep up with the Peruvian one. Therefore, here again, as in the case of Bolivia, it can be said that historical time does not exist in this country. Because the history of Peru does not fit into the history textbook. And what fits in is bursting at the seams.
We will no longer witness what happened here during the Spanish conquest, but we can easily say that here history was rewritten more than once. But real story Peru (and therefore the entire planet) remained in stones. This is what the Sacred Valley is famous for.
Not far from Cajamarca, a city in the northern mountains of Peru, lies tiny Otuzco. It mainly attracts its visitors with the necropolis or Otuzko windows. Tourists come to see the wall in which carved burial chambers and leave. And for some reason we decided to stay longer. In addition to the amazing necropolis, which became such only in the later stages of its existence, it seemed to us that Otuzko captivates with its views.
Countryside, quite alpine landscapes, cows wandering or lying down and amazing trees with soft green-silver leaves that grow only in the Andes - and tiny Otuzco forever remained in my heart. So much so that I periodically ask myself: maybe I can come here and live?
Most often we go to Kimry. Just like that - take a walk along the Volga. Summer, spring, autumn and winter too. Go to your favorite pizzeria. This is all in Kimry.
A small town with not the best reputation, but it opened up to us from a completely unexpected side. Its houses go into the ground, the facades are not repaired. Everything is gradually being destroyed. An entire era is buried in Kimry. And it’s very interesting to walk through the poetic ruins.
But the most interesting thing about Kimry is the people. They still live in that reality, which has certainly faded away in Moscow. We have met people who care about the environment for no reason. One man with the sonorous surname Repin loves to sit with friends on the embankment and drink beer. However, this typical picture is suddenly embellished by the fact that once every two weeks this man goes to sweep the embankment, making sure that his company and other vacationers take away the remnants of the feast. And whoever doesn’t take it away, well, twice a week he cleans up the embankment. On their own initiative. For free.
Kham Paeng Yark, Kammouan, Laos
For some reason, a veil of silence envelops the Wall. Many people drive by, pop in to take a few photos and leave. Obviously, they do not imagine the scale and enormity of what is in front of their eyes.
The height of the wall is 16 meters!
This is truly a cyclopean masonry, which was erected by the ancient inhabitants of Laos!
But how amazing it is to stand at the very top of this high man-made wall and look at the beauty stretching around! After all, in fact, we people are so accustomed to having to tell us everything in detail, prove it, and only after that we deign to pay attention to a certain phenomenon. We have practically forgotten how to see things in their true light. We need a shortcut. But the Wall stands before us, unarmed and innocent. This is the most striking example of megalithic masonry that I have seen to this point.
And I am so happy to tell you all about this discovery! Open your eyes too! The world deserves us to look at it without judgment. A clear view will reveal to us many more ancient wonders!
There are magical places everywhere on our planet, and I will definitely find them.