Topic: My city
I live in Kirov. This is my home town. Kirov (which was known as Vyatka at the beginning of the 20th century) is located in the north-east of Russia, and it is an administrative, economic, educational and cultural center of Kirov region. My town is neither small, nor too big. Its population is slightly less than 500 thousand people.
I live in Kirov. This is my hometown. Kirov (which was known as Vyatka in the early 20th century) is located in the northeast of Russia and is administrative. economic. educational and cultural center of the Kirov region. My city is not small, but not too big either. Its population is just under 500 thousand people.
Of course, Kirov is not an ideal place to live. Most people who come to my town for the first time say that it is grey, dirty and miserable. They get irritated with narrow streets and poor roads quality. And finally, they say that life in such a place should be rather depressing. Certainly, I am well aware of all the problems of my town. And still I think everything is not so bad. Despite all the issues mentioned, Kirov has got some specific features that make me love it. And I want to tell about these features.
Of course, Kirov is not an ideal place to live. Most people who come to my city for the first time say that it is gray, dirty and dull. They are annoyed by narrow streets and poor quality roads. And in the end, they say that life in such a place must be very depressing. Of course, I am well aware of all the problems of my city. And yet I think that not everything is so bad. Despite all the problems mentioned, Kirov has some special features that I love about it. And I want to talk about these features.
Firstly, Kirov is an ancient city. Of course, a lot of new housing developments appear every year here. But most central streets have preserved their historical look. There are many ancient buildings, and each of them has its own individual style and spirit. So, Kirov is not a featureless modern city; it has got its own distinctive personality and soul. I like walking along its narrow streets, especially early in the morning, when. It seems to me that every house has its face and character.
Firstly, Kirov is an ancient city. Of course, many new buildings appear here every year. However, most of the central streets have retained their historical appearance. There are many ancient buildings here, and each of them has its own individual style and spirit. Therefore, Kirov is not a faceless modern city; it has personality and soul. I love walking along its narrow streets, especially early in the morning when there are few people there. And it seems to me that each house here has its own face and character.
Secondly, in my town there are many parks and other green zones. Unlike “concrete jungles” of modern metropolises, Kirov is relatively clean and quiet. Even if you live in the very center of the town, you can reach the nearest park in five-ten minutes. So, there are a lot of places to walk and have a rest here. And, to my mind, this is very important for those who have small children.
Secondly, my city has many parks and other green areas. Unlike the “concrete jungles” of modern megacities, Kirov is relatively clean and calm. Even if you live in the very center of the city, you can reach the nearest park in five to ten minutes. There are many places where you can walk and relax. And, in my opinion, this is very important for those who have small children.
Thirdly, I like our people. Though out-of-towners often say that residents of Kirov, are too serious and unwelcoming, it is not so. Maybe they don’t smile at other people too often, but they are kind and sympathetic. In big cities people often become cold and indifferent; they don’t care of anyone except themselves. And here, in my town, you can ask for help a stranger in the street, and, most likely, he will help you.
Thirdly, I like our people. Although visitors often say that the residents of Kirov are too serious and unfriendly, this is not true. They may not smile at other people too often, but they are kind and helpful. In big cities, people often become callous and indifferent; they don’t care about anyone but themselves. But here in my city, you can ask a stranger on the street for help, and most likely he will help you.
Sabinin Ivan
Every person has their own favorite city. Most often, the favorite city is called the city where a person spent his childhood, because the most dear memories to the heart are associated with childhood.
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My favorite city.
Every person has their own favorite city. Most often, the favorite city is called the city where a person spent his childhood, because the most dear memories to the heart are associated with childhood.
Favorite city... This city does not at all have to be the capital, a millionaire city. He may be small and quiet, but very dear.
Cities, like people, each have their own destiny, their own face and their own character. I want to talk about the city of my childhood, my small Motherland.
The vast expanses of our Motherland are vast. But there is a small northern city on the map of our country: warm and cozy and the most expensive.
I suggest you get acquainted: Noyabrsk is the city of my childhood. This is where I was born. I love this city, I don’t know why. For nothing, probably, for now specifically, or rather, for the fact that it exists, that it is exactly like this, unlike any other city. There is simply a feeling that I cannot explain in words, but I can explain this feeling in comparison: with love for my family. After all, we love them not for anything, but simply for the fact that they exist.
I am 9 years old. Of course, I still know little about my city, but every year I learn more and more about its history and people. And every year I discover it in a new way.
Noyabrsk, one of the largest cities in Yamal, is called the pearl of the Far North. Yamal is a mysterious northern land; Translated from Nenets, “Yamal” means “end of the earth” - the land of snowstorms and blizzards, the land of mosquitoes and midges, the land of autumn colors, countless calm lakes and noisy rivers, with silent tundra and berry meadows.
My acquaintance with him, my city, probably began with a story from my mother. After 25 years of living in sunny, hot Uzbekistan, just the word “north” was a little scary, which is why she was probably nervous when she first encountered the edge of a long, harsh winter. But when she saw the bright sun, and it was in August, high, blue, and not, as she had expected, a low, gray sky hanging over the earth, she immediately realized that she liked this city. The north struck her with its majestic beauty, fragile and strong nature, and the city seemed very compact and cozy.
I, of course, saw Noyabrsk already different, more expanded. My mother told me that when she arrived, the construction of microdistrict 5 was just beginning, and now the construction of microdistrict 8 is just around the corner.
I love my city, there are many interesting and beautiful places, various monuments.
One of the wonderful places in the city is the children's park. There are many attractions here in the summer, and in winter it becomes a real ice city. Next to the park there is a fountain - a favorite recreation place for children and adults.
One of the favorite places for city residents in winter is the ski resort, where the kids from my class and I sometimes go skiing.
The city has its own Temple - the Temple of the Archangel Michael, it stands on a hill, and therefore its gilded domes are visible in all parts of the city. Next to the temple burns the Eternal Flame, lit in memory of those who defended their Motherland in fierce battles for the life and happiness of subsequent generations.
There are many beautiful, modern buildings built in the city: an intellectual center, a teleport. Recently my dad showed me an unusual monument - a monument to a mosquito. This sculptural composition, made of metal parts, symbolizes, probably, one of the living “attractions” of the north - as it is also called, the “mosquito land”.
And another amazing thing: someone, in love with the city, decorated city buses with the emblem of the city with the inscription: “I love you to the sky.”
In general, in recent years, Noyabrsk has been transforming: new buildings are appearing, 2 more microdistricts will be built up, the city is growing before our eyes and becoming more and more beautiful every year.
I want to end the story about my city with lines from the song based on the words of B. Dubrovin “Home, home.”
Wherever we go
And it pulls us from afar,
And it pulls you and me -
Home.
Both in December and January,
Both in October and November,
Both in summer and spring -
To Noyabrsk,
Home.
And every time we return from vacation, we rejoice at the changes: the roads are paved, new houses and fences around the houses have appeared. And now the city also greets us with an abundance of bright city flowers, among which are yellow dandelions - a symbol of the sun, light, home, warmth, comfort. They have taken root in the city and after a long winter and protracted spring they are striking with bright yellow spots on the emerald grass.
Many different names were given to our city - the pearl of Siberia, the city of family, the city of dreams, the city of dandelions. And even funny - a city of “unafraid pedestrians”.
And I will call it - the city of Happiness, Goodness and the Sun. This is how I know my city. And for everyone it is different and, of course, the dearest and most wonderful.
Do you like the city where you live? I like!
I live in the best city in the world. Because he is beautiful, he is dear. This is where I was born and raised. My friends and parents are here. It was in this city that I took my first steps, said my first words, and for the first time saw the dearest person on earth: my mother. Every street, every house is familiar to me here. My city has the most beautiful sunsets; they are either bright scarlet, soft pink, or variegated orange. The most charming blooms. The bluest sky, which is covered with soft snow-white clouds, similar to cotton candy. The greenest grass where my friends and I ran barefoot as children. The brightest sun, which woke me up in the morning all my life with its warm, gentle rays. If it rains here, it’s not just water from the sky, it’s the kind of weather that makes you think about the meaning of life, the rain, knocking on the windowsills of cozy houses and apartments, plays a melody that touches the soul. In my city in the morning everyone is rushing about their business, with a smile on their face, everyone is happy about the new day and, in anticipation of good luck, they walk and smile at passers-by.
There are so many memories associated with my city. It was here that I heard the school bell for the first time; it was in this city that I learned about the world. If I go somewhere, then I really miss home, school, local streets, parks, which were so much fun to walk in.
I don’t know how you can not love the city with which your entire past is connected.
Many people complain that they live in a dirty city, where there is nowhere to walk, where there are many dangerous places, they talk about this with indignation. But they don’t think about who is to blame for this. People themselves spoil the environment with their ignorance and laziness.
They don't want to fix anything, organize voluntary groups that will help keep the city clean. People simply complain about the city's shortcomings, but don't want to change anything. You just have to think about who is to blame for everything. And start correcting your mistakes before it’s too late. And only then the city will begin to flourish and delight all its residents with its appearance and good ecology.
It doesn’t matter whether your city is big or small, the only thing that matters is what kind of people live in it. And what desire they have to improve their place of residence. And if you try, then any city can be turned into the most charming, cleanest, most cheerful city in the world. It is only important to understand this and set such a goal.
No matter what they say about my city, for me it is always the best in the world. And I am doing and will do everything possible to make him better and better. But, I think that you just need to take care of what you have. And love your city not for its size and population, but for the fact that it is your native land. For those pleasant, positive, unforgettable moments that you experienced in this city. Because your family is here. For the fact that you were born here and spent the best years of your life - childhood!
Ulyana Semenishcheva
In kindergarten, we publish the magazine “Pochitayka” quarterly. In it we publish various children's stories, run a section “children speak”, all kinds of games, quizzes, etc.
Our city of Kogalym turned 30 years old, we decided to devote one of the issues to this topic.
We found a lot of interesting information, and of course we asked our children what they thought about the city in which they live.
Our city is called Kogalym, it’s very nice. When it gets warm, I like to ride a bike around the central square of our city. There is a real big steam locomotive and a very beautiful fountain. I like to admire them.
Also, there is a church in our city. I love going there, it’s beautiful and interesting. Near the church there is a monument with many books. Our city is very beautiful, and I really like it!
Timofey Ryabinin, 6 years old.
I live in the city of Kogalym. Kogalym is a small, calm city. My favorite place in the city is the museum. There are entertaining games, I love the game where you have to catch frogs, and there is a 5D cinema. My grandparents live here in Kogalym. I love going to visit them. I love walking around the city in the evening when it is dark and there are a lot of lights. There is a military equipment park in our city, we often go there for walks and take pictures. In the summer I like to ride my bike along Rowan Boulevard, it’s very beautiful there. I like my city, it is beautiful, cheerful, loved!
Irina Vorobyova, 5 years old.
The city where I live is called Kogalym. Our city is the kindest, goodness has always bloomed in it. There are many interesting places in our city. For my sister’s birthday, we went to Metro, where I liked jumping on the trampolines. We have a museum in Kogalym, there are many different interesting things there. I really like going to the Yantar cinema, they show cartoons there. In the summer we have an amusement park in our city, and it’s a lot of fun. I also like to go to the military equipment park, there are tanks and cars there. In the summer we go to the beach, where we can make sand castles. I like to go with my dad to his fire department, there are red and white cars there.
Our city is the most beautiful, it has many interesting and beautiful places. I love Kogalym very much! Lev Semenishchev, 6 years old
Congratulations
Kogalym is my favorite city,
You are standing in a harsh land.
Dear childhood city,
We are all proud of you!
You are beautiful, young
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my city!
How could you not wish
Get rich and flourish!
We will become adults
We will glorify you too!
Publications on the topic:
Lesson on patriotic education “The city where I live” Objectives: To form patriotic feelings, love for our small homeland, the city in which we live, to consolidate.
Now we have become a year older, we have grown up over the summer, tanned, rested, and become independent. The school year has begun again. Within the thematic framework.
I want to talk about my city. I lived in it all my life - my childhood and youth passed here. My friends, my family live in it! City.
Abstract of the educational activity “The city where I live” Cognitive development. Integration of OO: social and communicative development, artistic and aesthetic Goal: developing children's knowledge about.
Abstract of the OOD “The city where I live” (senior group) Goals: 1. Expand older preschoolers’ ideas about their hometown; 2. Develop interest in the symbols of the city; develop curiosity.
Summary of GCD for drawing in the middle group “The city in which I live” Logic of educational activities (middle group) Artistic and aesthetic development (art) “The city in which I live.” Integration:.
Project “The city where I live” The city in which I live Type of project: practice-oriented. Implementation period: 12/01/2015 - 02/28/2016 (long-term). Project participants:.
Alekseev Pavel, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “A” class
A tale about my city.
A long time ago there lived a small city in the world, and it didn’t even have a name. He wandered around the world until he saw a beautiful, huge clearing. There was a wonderful forest around. Various trees grew in this forest. Huge pines and cedars towered over small slender birches.
It was late autumn, which made the forest seem simply fabulous. The city liked these places so much that he decided to stay here.
He was very bored alone, but there was a river next to him. And then the city decided that it would grow and prosper on its banks.
One day a ship sailed along the river. Music was playing on the deck and people were dancing.
And suddenly they saw a miracle: a beautiful fairy-tale forest, and in the clearing - a city. People came ashore and stayed here forever.
Every year more and more people came. The city began to grow. People built kindergartens, houses, schools, shops, a sports complex and a bridge across the river.
And they gave the city the name STREZHEVOY!
Bobrikov Nikita, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “B” class
City of Strezhevoy.
Once upon a time there lived Ivanushka. And he lived in the wonderful city of Strezhevoy. And that city was rich in oil - black gold. And suddenly Ivanushka got an idea: to compare his city with the cities of Nizhnevartovsk, Izluchinsk, Surgut.
Our Ivanushka traveled briefly for a long time, but he firmly decided: Strezhevoy, although the smallest of the cities, is also the most active in the construction of houses and palaces of creativity and talent, trading shops and islands of childhood - gardens. How glad Ivanushka was that he had a chance to live in this wonderful city. He began to live and live and increase the good of the city!
Bogomolova Victoria, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “A” class
The Tale of Strezhevoy.
In a certain kingdom, in the middle of the wide Ob River, there was an island.
On the northern side of this island there was a terrible, dense, dark forest. And animals lived in this forest. They all knew how to speak. Their main thing was the owl, who knew everything in the world.
To get to this forest, it was necessary to overcome a wall with frogs and swim across a swamp. But the worst thing was that we had to pass by the bear’s den.
In the east of this island there were impassable swamps.
On the western side of it there was a grove with flocks of different birds, and they were very aggressive.
In the south there was a lake with pink water. Nobody knew why it was pink. and no one ever dared to touch this water with even a finger.
Once upon a time, a group of researchers, there were four of them, set up camp in a small clearing. They were very interested in this place.
And then evening came. They lit a fire and began to think about how they would explore this area.
“I, as the one in charge, will go explore this area to the north tomorrow morning,” Nikita said.
“And I’ll go explore to the east,” said Nastya.
“So I’ll go west,” said Petya.
“Well, the south remains for me,” said the upset Dima.
When they decided everything, it was completely dark, and everyone went to bed.
The next morning Nikita, as promised, went north. Nastya went east. Petya went west. And Dima went south.
Nastya, Petya and Dima, when they saw what they would have to go through, immediately ran back to the camp. When they all met there, they immediately ran after Nikita.
At this time Nikita was already approaching the wall with frogs. This was his first test to enter the forest. At first he didn’t understand why this wall was covered in frogs, but then he still dared and climbed up the wall, fell several times, but still climbed over it.
The second test was to swim through the swamp. This is very unpleasant at first glance, but Nikita is brave and the most courageous of the team. And he also overcame the swamp.
Nikita was no longer afraid of the last test, because he thought that it would also be easy, like the first two tests.
The bear's den didn't look so scary, even a little cute. And now the long-awaited moment: he enters this den and sees that a bear is sleeping in the corner. Nikita tries to slowly walk past him and accidentally hits him with her foot. The bear wakes up and begins to growl throughout the den. And Nikita has to flee. Running out of the den, he sighed with relief, and, looking back, saw that the bear immediately stopped.
While he was running, he noticed how he wandered into a dark and scary forest. A small raccoon ran out to meet him.
“Hi, I haven't seen you here before. Who are you?" - asked the raccoon.
“I...I...I, Nikita, am the leader of the research team. Do you know where there is a place where no man has gone before? - Nikita asked.
“Come on, I’ll take you to the wise owl, he will tell you everything,” answered the raccoon.
An eagle owl lived in the hollow of a large oak tree. When Nikita saw the oak tree, there was a wall of trees behind the tree. He approached her. The trees parted in front of him, and he saw a large clearing. A river flowed around her. She was so clean that looking at her made my eyes hurt. This entire clearing was covered in sunlight.
When he saw this, friends approached him from behind, and Nikita shouted: “Let's build something here.” Everyone happily agreed.
A few months later, a small town stood in this clearing. Every year the city grew and flourished. More and more new people appeared there. And there was enough space for everyone.
And I was born in this city, this is my small Motherland. And she is called Strezhevoy.
Borisenko Daria, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “A” class
The city that I love
This story took place in a small northern town, the name of which many do not know. It is located in a small speck in the southeast of the West Siberian Plain on the banks of the mighty Ob River.
Deep, deep underground, under the heavy layers of the earth's crust, in the oil kingdom there lived a droplet, and her name was Neftyashka - the dirty one. She was black and always wore an oily sundress. She always wanted to know everything, she was very inquisitive. And this droplet had a younger brother - Gas. From birth he was very strong, powerful, hot and colorless. Brother and sister were very friendly, helped each other, and were inseparable everywhere. All day they traveled through the oil lake, examined the underground layers of the earth's crust, looked into all the cracks and crevices.
On one ordinary, unremarkable day, a brother and sister heard the story of their very wise grandfather that high, high on the surface of the Earth there was a completely different life, very bright, colorful, light and completely different from theirs.
The creatures living on Earth value us very much and always try to pull us out of the underground kingdom to the surface of the Earth,” said grandfather.
Why are they doing this? – Neftyashka asked, making herself more comfortable next to her grandfather.
This is what I would like to know more than anything in the world, but I’m probably not destined to, I’m getting old! - answered the sage.
To visit the surface of the Earth is what I want more than anything in the world! – Neftyashka thought and silently swam away into the oil lake.
She spent the whole day in lonely thoughts: how could she still fulfill her dream. And she decided to ask her neighbor Voditsa to help her and her brother get to the surface of the Earth in order to find out why earthly creatures are trying by all means to pull oil drops out of the ground.
Ground Water, help me and my brother Gaz get to the earth's surface. I really want to see what her earthly life is like! – Neftyashka asked so pleadingly that it was impossible to refuse her.
Okay, I'll help you. Tomorrow, early in the morning, I am waiting for you, at the cleft of the rock around the corner. - Voditsa answered and, ringing, ran away.
Early in the morning Voditsa picked up the travelers and quickly rushed upward along the crevice of the rock, overcoming one layer of the earth's crust after another. After some time, a strong stream of water pushed Oil and Gas to the surface of the Earth. Neftyashka closed her eyes from the bright light.
Wow! – that’s all she could say.
Looking around, they saw a green forest glistening in the sun. Red juicy berries are scattered in the clearing, as if like a carpet. Interesting fruits hang on the tall trees, and mushrooms are hidden under the leaves. The morning sun was shining, a plane was flying high in the sky. The very melodic, ringing trill of birds could be heard everywhere.
What a beauty! – Oily whispered to her brother.
Suddenly a strong wind rose and picked up the leaf on which the young travelers found themselves. Rising above the ground, the leaf began its journey, and with it Oil and Gas. They flew over a beautiful forest, in which animals were visible and invisible, and endless swamps.
After some time, a city of extraordinary beauty appeared. He stood in the middle of the forest, on the bank of a wide, mighty river. And this city had an unusual name - Strezhevoy. The city was young, modern and very clean. Along the asphalt streets there are multi-storey buildings, playgrounds, and many monuments. The variety of trees and bright flowers even made Neftyashka’s eyes sparkle. The city was surrounded by greenery.
Look, Gas, in this city there is even a monument to me - an oil drop! I wonder why? She looks so much like me! – Neftyashka shouted in bewilderment.
But most of all the travelers were amazed by the earthly creatures, as they called themselves - people. They smiled and enjoyed life in this beautiful city. There were a lot of children everywhere, children's laughter could be heard from everywhere. Neftyashka and Gas never ceased to be amazed at the beauty of this small town.
The wind died down, and the leaf on which Oil and Gas were traveling fell onto a park bench. It was here that they overheard an interesting conversation between grandfather and grandson about the history of the creation of Strezhevoy.
Now I understand why people value oil so much, they build such wonderful houses, monuments and fountains! Without oil they wouldn't have the money to do it! – Neftyashka exclaimed joyfully.
And they can’t do without me either!” Gaz said proudly. In harsh, long winters, people cannot live without me! I warm them with my warmth.
Tired, but very happy, Oil and Gas jumped into a stream that ran past, and then fell into groundwater, which carried them to the underground kingdom. Interrupting each other, they told their grandfather with great pleasure about what they had seen.
Thank you for your interesting story, since people use natural resources wisely, we will be happy to serve them!
Elizaveta Burmantova, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “A” class
Why was Strezhevoy called that?
Behind the Ural Mountains, among the taiga and swamps, the city of Strezhevoy has stood for 49 years. Not big, but very beautiful city. At first birds lived there, but gradually they began to fly away to other lands, and people came to take their place. They extracted oil, built houses, schools, kindergartens and offices.
But Strezhevoy was named so for a reason. As you already know, birds used to live here, and among them there was one very illiterate swift named Arkady. You may ask: what does the swift have to do with it, and I will answer you that it is because of it that Strezhevoy was called that. And how this happened, I will tell you now.
One clear summer day, Arkady was thinking about life and suddenly realized that he did not know how to read and write at all. And of course, he flew to the owl Advisor. They called her that because she helped everyone and gave advice. The adviser suggested that Arkady attend a literacy school, and Arkady, without thinking, agreed.
But due to the fact that he had to come to school early in the morning, Arkady missed a lot of classes. While the birds were studying, Arkady was playing football. The day of the exams arrived, Arkady sat down at his desk and was given the task of writing an essay on the topic “My City.”
Arkady didn’t know what to write about, where to put which letter, and wrote: “I chew in the town of Strezhevoy...”. You will probably say that he wrote Strezhevoy correctly, but no. Previously, the largest number of swifts lived in Strezhevoy, and the city was called Strizhevoy - from the word “swift”. Time passed, all the birds scattered to different lands, including Arkady. People came and accidentally found Arkady’s essay and read the title of Strezheva. This is how our city got its name.
Can you guess what grade Arkady received? This is how you guys learn to read and write, otherwise you, like Arkady, will rename some city.
Kuznetsova Diana, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “B” class
Dream Town
Once upon a time there lived a boy. He had a secret dream - to build his own city. Much water has passed under the bridge since then, the boy grew up and became an architect. But everything that he built during this time - houses, shopping centers, stadiums - he did not like, it caused sadness and melancholy. And he decided to go on a journey, albeit not to distant lands, but very far and for a long time.
He traveled a lot and for a long time and finally found a place to fulfill his cherished dream. It was beautiful: the high bank of a capricious Siberian river, along which mighty pines grew and cedars reached their tops into the sky. Nimble swifts darted back and forth over the river and its banks. They made a ripple in the eyes of our dreamer. Watching them, admiring their flight, the architect, without thinking twice, decided to name the future city Strezhevoy.
Not much time has passed since then, only 49 years, and the city still stands on the banks of the river, becoming better and better. And every morning he greets with a restless flock of swifts.
Novoseltsev Egor, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “A” class
The Tale of Strezhevoy.
In a certain kingdom, in a certain state called Strezhevoy, two friends lived. One of them was a bear, his name was Misha. And the second friend was a hare, and his name was Bunny. They lived in huts next door.
One day Mishka invited Bunny to visit him to eat lingonberries and mushrooms that he had collected in the forest. The bunny agreed, came to visit Mishka, and not with empty paws, but with cedar cones, for which Strezheva’s kingdom was famous.
The friends sat down at the table and began to feast on the gifts of the kingdom, but that was not the case: an owl Uhu flew into the window, began hooting loudly and talking about some miracle that happened in a clearing near a swamp in the very center of the kingdom. The bear began to calm the owl down to understand what she was saying. Having calmed down, Ugu said that all the inhabitants of the kingdom had gathered in one place to see a fountain of black gold. The fountain was so large that it splashed the entire clearing and swamp.
Bear, Bunny and Ugu ran and flew to the clearing to see the miracle that Ugu had told about. All the inhabitants of the kingdom actually gathered in the clearing: fish, birds, and animals, led by King Sturgeon, who was present with his wife Sterlyadka and his deputy Muksun.
All residents began to think about what to do with such wealth. The animals, led by Mishka and Bunny, proposed to collect all the black gold in basins, pour it into a large barrel and sell it to the neighboring kingdom of Khanty-Mansi Autonomous Okrug, and with the proceeds, build a crystal bridge across the Vakh River, since the residents of Strezhevoy could not get across to the other side of the river. Pisces suggested burying the black gold fountain for use by future generations. The birds agreed with the fish, but Sturgeon asked everyone for silence, and, after consulting with Muksun, decided to sell the black gold and build a crystal bridge.
And work began to boil, all the basins of the kingdom were used to collect black gold. They collected wealth very quickly, and the birds carried it to the kingdom of Khanty-Mansi Autonomous Okrug across the Vakh River. Residents of Khanty-Mansi Autonomous Okrug gladly bought black gold and gave the residents of Strezhevoy as many coins as they needed to build a crystal bridge.
Residents of the kingdom of Strezhevoy hired builders who very quickly built a beautiful crystal bridge. Bear and Bunny helped the workers install it. As soon as the bridge was built, the residents of Strezhevoy called their neighbors to visit them and threw a feast for the whole world, treating everyone with the gifts of the kingdom: berries, mushrooms, and cedar cones.
There was no end to the joy of the inhabitants of the kingdom of Strezheva.
Oleynikov Yaroslav, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “A” class
The Tale of the City of Strezhevoy
There is a small town on earth, which is hidden among large swamps and dense forests, it is called Strezhevoy. This city is ruled by the great sage Valery Mikhailovich Kharahorin. Thanks to this person, Strezhevoy blossoms, develops, grows and transforms.
It was built 49 years ago by magical builders, the founders of this city.
The city itself is not a simple one, it is famous for its vast forests, deep lakes and natural resources. It is especially famous for oil, which is extracted by magical oil workers from the depths of the earth. It is oil production in Strezhevoy that provides Russia with fuel so that people can live in warmth and comfort.
The great Ob River flows near the city; it is home to a lot of delicious fish, which are caught by those who like to fish and eat delicious food.
The large, rich forest that surrounds the entire city of Strezhevoy is home to brown bears, red foxes, fast deer, wise owlets, colorful wood grouse, hardworking woodpeckers and many other interesting and rare animals. There are also many healthy berries growing in the forest: cranberries, currants, blueberries, blueberries, raspberries and blackberries.
But the most important feature of the city is its inhabitants, the residents of Strezhevsk; they are distinguished by their kindness, sincerity and hard work. Truly magical qualities!
Panova Maria, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “A” class
A tale about the city of Strezhevoy.
Once upon a time there lived a little Spruce Cone, who was carried away by the wind further and further from the spruce. One day, Cone rolled into the forest, and when she passed through it, she saw the road. She was very surprised, because in the place where she ended up there was not a single fir cone! “Wow!” she thought. And then she almost got hit by a car.
Then Shishka went to look at the store, huge and very beautiful. She really liked him. But even here Cone was in danger; people almost crushed her! She walked further and saw houses. There, near one house, a dog was playing, which the owners had let out for a walk. The dog, seeing Shishka, wanted to play with her. Then Shishka finally felt happy herself. But then the owners opened the door for the dog, and it ran home.
Approaching the outskirts of the city, Shishka saw the sign “Strezhevoy”, and when she reached the forest, she noticed a group of unfamiliar bigwigs who began to ask her about everything in the world.
At first she was not friends with anyone, but a week passed, and Shishka had already become friends with everyone and decided to stay in this forest.
Repnikov Lev, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “A” class
Composition.
Drop of oil.
Once upon a time, once upon a time, when mammoths still lived on the earth, there was a small drop of oil.
She slept almost all the time, as all little children sleep. And she slept deep in the ground, where she felt dark and comfortable. And she grew by leaps and bounds. This is how days, months, years, centuries passed...
A droplet of oil gradually turned into a huge ocean of oil. She felt cramped and bored in the depths of the earth. Oil wanted to look at the sun, at the city that was built above it.
And then one fine day, oil workers drilled a well in the ground and released oil out. This is how the drop’s wish came true, she began to travel all over the planet, seeing many cities and countries. And in gratitude to people, she did a lot of good things.
Since then, oil has been traveling this way and bringing a lot of benefits to people.
Yasakov Ilya, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 5, 5 “B” class
Fairy tale.
In a certain kingdom-state called Strezhevoy, there lived a king. And the king had a son - the hero Ilya. The kingdom lived, it did not grieve and did not know troubles, because it lived off oil. Yes, we've run out of oil. And a cruel, catastrophic time came: the equipment stood still, people suffered from unemployment and hunger-cold, and there was also nothing to trade. And the wise king sent his son, the hero Ilya, to look for all sorts of good things.
Ilya got ready for the journey, walked and walked, and came to the kingdom of Tomsk, to bow to Tsar Zhvachkin. The king received him cordially: he fed him, gave him something to drink, and started asking him questions: what happened?
Our Ilya sent a message to his homeland father-father, and the answer did not take long to arrive; his son received a fatherly blessing and with parental instructions.
Ilya married the daughter of the Tsar of the Tomsk kingdom-state, and they began to live and live well and live well.
