Никулин Никита,  7 класс

МАОУ СОШ № 25 г.Владимир

Учитель: Сомина Н.А.

.                  My little homeland.

In all of thee and the power of visible

And the power of beauty.

No wonder you and is named

Great and holy.

 S.D.Drozhzhin 

My native land Russia, the Vladimir region. But everyone has their own "small" homeland. This is the most precious and dear to the place.

I have my favorite spot. This is a small house in the village grandmother Smykova, "my Sinebore." There is nothing more beautiful than this corner of Russia. Every holiday I try to visit my grandmother Masha, especially in summer. Near the village of two rivers flowing Sineborka and Surzha. It is good for fishing: burbot, roach, pike, perch. We have a pope udovolsviem fishing.

I love to lie on the beach, on the green grass and bask in the sun. Each leaf, a blade of grass or plants which fills a variety of light flavor. I enjoy the scents that are hard to find anywhere else. Next to the birds chirping, and it seems that time stops. Life stands still, and you forget about all the problems.

In the meadows so many flowers! I mostly like daisies. In them a lot of light, they are very light, delicate, beautiful! I did not ditch them, let them grow up.

And what are the beautiful evening. The sun sets and the moon appears in the sky. All around is silence, only the chirping crickets. Look at the sky and the stars seem so close that if we can reach out to touch them.

It is also great in a village in the winter. Sit at home by the stove. Warm, wood crackling, and the window drifts piled up. The land is securely wrapped with a blanket of snow. In my village the snow so pure as if it was washed. Nature sank to sleep. Light and clean on the spacious clearings. Silently and thoughtfully, standing trees.Perhaps they dream of the future leaves and fruit. The people of the forest is composed of a wise mystery.

In the spring of cheers, cool off in the summer,

In the autumn feeds, warm in winter.

Go out into the street - cold, cold chills to the bone. I breathe fresh air, admire nature, and then return home healthy and happy.

In the winter holidays with my grandmother, I trample down the snow around the apple trees. This action against the invasion of small rodents - mice.

Still think for themselves an important matter as much as possible to arrange a "table" for the birds. Labor is not a lot, but the benefit is enormous.                                                                     We have a crystal clear sea air, which even dizzy. The village is surrounded with forest. He did not see any end or edge. Trees old, ancient, like fairy tales from around here were. The tops of the crowns resemble a goblin, the old man-lesovichka, the wondrous little animals. They rustle in the wind, the branches, as if reassuring. In the forest there is anything you wish, mushrooms, berries, nuts, and herbs.

My favorite places: Zaramen with blueberries and cranberries, as well as in the birch grove Yakimov. No wonder the Russian proverb: "Native land - the heart of paradise."

"My Sinebore" - a piece of my heart. Here and in the water is clear and the sky is blue, the sun brighter. This place gives me a joy and delight. I love and forests, and streams, and meadows. There is nothing more beautiful than them in the whole world! How could anything compare to my beautiful forest edge!

I liked the word Paustovsky: "I would not change the average Russian to the most famous and stunning beauty of the world. All the elegance of the Bay of Naples, with its feast of colors, I will give for the rain-soaked willow bushes on the sandy banks of the River "is enough to just feel the beauty of our nature to always fall in love with this place.

And when I think the smell of my grandmother's pies with berries, drools, even now! A soup of the Russian stove! A fresh goat's milk from Milky!

I love my grandmother's animals, especially cats and dogs Lyuska Shumkov. These are my best friends. They are drawn to me because they also need a caress.Shumkov like a fox, the same fiery - red. Affectionate and happy dog. Play with it for an hour - and so easy on the soul! I want to help all day long. And when we split the wood, she will collect all the chips. This is amazing!

Lyusya - the kind cat in the world. She likes to lick his hands rough tongue, as if doing a massage. She looks like a fluffy toy. When I was bad and I want to forget, I always pick her up and tell about his misfortune. She listens, purrs, and I calm down. My grandmother thinks Lyuska Shumkov and very intelligent creatures.

"One man's own mother, he and a homeland" - wrote Konstantin Ushinsky. And that man can ever be more important than the Motherland? Did some other place on Earth may overshadow the beauty of my village? Of course not.                                                                                     When I come to his small home, then I think it's not - really. Then you just get up, close your eyes, inhale deeply native air, and now I'm here again, and all around me now. Here and it seems easier, and breathe more freely, and live for something special.

Love to Sineboryu passed in our family from generation to generation. I think it is their home and very happy that I have a place where I feel happy.