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Letter to the Motherland.

Hello Motherland! I'm writing you a letter. But it's not normal, no. It's special. It was very difficult for me to write it, because it is not easy to confess your feelings, you know about it like no one else. It's hard for you right now, I know. Therefore, you need to write more encouraging letters to all the people who are close to you. Who throughout their lives delight you with their victories and successes, but upset you with their terrible, shameless deeds. I am writing this letter to you from the bottom of my heart. I know you feel it. You see how I worry and worry about you. But that's not the point. I love you Motherland! My quiet, bright, warm. I love you Motherland! My tender, penetrating and understanding. I love you Motherland! After all, only you impress me with your beauties. I love you Motherland! Because you are the very corner of our huge planet, to which you constantly want to return. Because only to you, the most beloved, always pulls. At any time of the day, at any time of the year. I always rush to meet you, forgetting about everything. About all your troubles, sorrows, insults 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 in heavy drops of evening rain. I will rejoice, and you will sparkle, sparkle with dew drops in the morning. I will sing, and you will sing with me nightingales in the forest, round dances in a birch grove. I will dance, and you will be with me, dripping, on a bright spring morning. I love you Motherland! My mighty, courageous, strong. I love you Motherland! And I believe that no enemy is terrible as long as we are with you, Motherland! We will save you, do you hear? And we will not give offense! Never! Never! I love you Motherland! I can talk endlessly, but really, 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! Only to you. To the Native. You will succeed, do you hear? Have no doubt! Be even stronger, be strong, my love! And we'll be fine. I'm sure you'll see it soon. A new generation is growing, smarter, more perfect. We will reach new heights that we could not even dream of. A unique future awaits us. Not like what we're going through right now. And we will achieve the most unattainable goals, I am sure, Motherland. At parting, I can only say one thing - I will always be there, 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.

Warmly loving you, Masha.

Write a letter to your peer who lives far from your home. Tell him about your small homeland. and got the best answer

Answer from Larisa[guru]
Hello Vlad! Dmitry writes to you from the city of Troitsk, Chelyabinsk region. This is the steppe zone of the Southern Urals. Our city is famous for being the sunniest in Russia. There are more of them in a calendar year than in Sochi. And our city has a rich history, it is almost 270 years old. It was built as a fortress on the southern borders of Russia and Kazakhstan. There used to be a famous fair here. In terms of importance, the third in the pre-revolutionary empire after Irbit and Nizhny Novgorod. The city is unique in its architecture. Here you can find old houses in the Empire, Baroque, Art Nouveau styles. It is no coincidence that our city is called the pearl of the Southern Urals.

Answer from Maxim antipov[newbie]

Answer from Alexey Spiridonov[newbie]
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Answer from Olga Korobitsyna[newbie]
Hello my dear friend. In your last letter, you asked me to tell you about the city where I live.
My city is quite a typical Russian province.
We have few entertainment centers and shops, there are not many cars on the roads, so we don’t know what traffic jams are, and the air in our city is much cleaner than in Moscow or St. Petersburg.
I live in an ordinary workers' settlement.
We have friendly people, the city is small and everyone knows each other, which sometimes causes a lot of inconvenience.
My city is probably very different from your European one.
But believe me, we have a lot of good things too!

Answer from Alexey Savchenko[newbie]
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Hello my dear friend. In your last letter, you asked me to tell you about the city where I live.
My city is quite a typical Russian province.
We have few entertainment centers and shops, there are not many cars on the roads, so we don’t know what traffic jams are, and the air in our city is much cleaner than in Moscow or St. Petersburg.
I live in an ordinary workers' settlement.
We have friendly people, the city is small and everyone knows each other, which sometimes causes a lot of inconvenience.
My city is probably very different from your European one.
But believe me, we have a lot of good things too!

Answer from Alexey Stroganov[newbie]
Hello my dear friend. In your last letter, you asked me to tell you about the city where I live.
My city is quite a typical Russian province.
We have few entertainment centers and shops, there are not many cars on the roads, so we don’t know what traffic jams are, and the air in our city is much cleaner than in Moscow or St. Petersburg.
I live in an ordinary workers' settlement.
We have friendly people, the city is small and everyone knows each other, which sometimes causes a lot of inconvenience.
My city is probably very different from your European one.
But believe me, we have a lot of good things too!

Answer from Vika Denisova[active]
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Answer from Madina Saramsakova[newbie]
Dear friend.
In the last letter you wrote to me that you want to know about my homeland in which I live. So. I am writing to you about my small homeland.
I was born in a small village far from the big city. In the summer we swim in the lake, ride bicycles with friends, and also ride on a swing.
In the countryside, the air is cleaner and calmer than in the city: there is such vanity and tension in the city. Even in the village we pick mushrooms and stock up for the winter, like squirrels before hibernation :).
But due to a number of circumstances, I had to move to the city. I often miss that native place, but for every vacation I come to my native land. And that's all I wanted to write to you in this letter.
I am waiting for your letters.

Answer from Arina Leus[newbie]
Hello my dear friend! I am writing to you to tell you a little about my country.
Russia (Russian Federation) is the largest country in the world! It was the Russian cosmonaut who first went into space, it is in our country that the deepest lake in the world is located. If you ask any Russian anything about Russia, some will tell you about the natural beauty: about the endless expanses of Siberia, about the huge number of volcanoes in Kamchatka, about the rivers, meadows of Altai... others will talk about the Hero Cities: Stalingrad, Moscow, Sevastopol. .. the third mentions the Kremlin and the Kremlin wall, Peterhof and the cascade of fountains.
In general, one can talk about Russia endlessly. About her greatness, beauty, splendor... You can come to me and I will tell you much more!
Sincerely, (name)!
_________
Good luck!

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Answer from Vlad Borisov[newbie]
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Answer from Natasha Milokhina[active]
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Answer from DJ Den[newbie]
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, lies in this painfully familiar, but very capacious word. Homeland... Fatherland... Fatherland... These words are familiar to us from early childhood. But what is this - Motherland? If you look in the explanatory dictionary, you can find an explanation for this word, simple and understandable. Motherland is the country in which a person was born.
Where does it begin? Speaking in a dry geographical language, we would name the extreme points of our country, the parallels and meridians between which it spread its expanses. But in fact, my Fatherland begins from the smallest: from the courtyard next to my stepfather's house, from the birch at the gate, from the school bench, from my native street, from a town, village or small village dear to my heart. This is a tiny piece of land, which you will not find on a geographical map. But it was here that we were born, took the 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 “motherland”, which we found in the explanatory dictionary, becomes more weighty, more significant, more native. Not for nothing that “motherland” and “native” came from the same root. And wherever we are, wherever fate throws us, we will always remember with special trepidation, with great warmth, the small courtyard, and the birch at the gate, and the narrow street. Here are our roots, here are our loved ones, from here we stepped into a great life.
The trees planted long ago have almost all survived to this day, and the small lime trees planted there recently have already been broken. I love to admire the gray-haired giants, walking along the quiet streets, and how painful it becomes for me when, instead of the lush crowns of trees, I often see only stumps. Through 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, and the growing kids, and the adult population about our city and its problems, to generate in their souls love for their native land, pride in it, a desire to help it and make our city 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 together to my favorite places. And you will see for yourself how beautiful he is. Goodbye.

Answer from Alexander Glazkov[newbie]
Hello dear friend!
How are you doing? How are you in your new home?
Perhaps I'll tell you what's new with us. You know that at the moment I live in Kazakhstan. We have a lot of beautiful cities, each city has its own attractions. Beautiful steppes, we have a lot of wheat growing, our homeland is rich in minerals: Chrome, Oil, Coal, etc. All Americans, Russians, Chinese come to Kazakhstan.
Well, I told you about our country!
I hope you liked it.
Bye

Answer from Kitty[newbie]
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Answer from Yoonya Shonin[newbie]
Hi Jeanne!
How are you? Everything's great! Not long ago I visited the museum, I really liked everything! You ask me what museum I was in? Of course, in the oldest and most interesting museum, the Hermitage. Most of all I liked the statue of Zeus, where he sits menacingly and majestically. Nothing else happened to me these days!
I'm really looking forward to your reply! Hope to see you soon!
Sonya.

Answer from Yofya Lyuzina[newbie]
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Answer from Nadezhda Golovanova[active]
Hello my dear friend. In your last letter, you asked me to tell you about the city where I live.
My city is quite a typical Russian province.
We have few entertainment centers and shops, there are not many cars on the roads, so we don’t know what traffic jams are, and the air in our city is much cleaner than in Moscow or St. Petersburg.
I live in an ordinary workers' settlement.
We have friendly people, the city is small and everyone knows each other, which sometimes causes a lot of inconvenience.
My city is probably very different from your European one.

My city is quite a typical Russian province.
We have few entertainment centers and shops, there are not many cars on the roads, so we don’t know what traffic jams are, and the air in our city is much cleaner than in Moscow or St. Petersburg.
I live in an ordinary workers' settlement.
We have friendly people, the city is small and everyone knows each other, which sometimes causes a lot of inconvenience.
My city is probably very different from your European one.
But believe me, we have a lot of good things too! Hello my dear friend. In your last letter, you asked me to tell you about the city where I live.
My city is quite a typical Russian province.
We have few entertainment centers and shops, there are not many cars on the roads, so we don’t know what traffic jams are, and the air in our city is much cleaner than in Moscow or St. Petersburg.
I live in an ordinary workers' settlement.
We have friendly people, the city is small and everyone knows each other, which sometimes causes a lot of inconvenience.
My city is probably very different from your European one.
But believe me, we have a lot of good things too! Hello my dear friend. In your last letter, you asked me to tell you about the city where I live.
My city is quite a typical Russian province.
We have few entertainment centers and shops, there are not many cars on the roads, so we don’t know what traffic jams are, and the air in our city is much cleaner than in Moscow or St. Petersburg.
I live in an ordinary workers' settlement.
We have friendly people, the city is small and everyone knows each other, which sometimes causes a lot of inconvenience.
My city is probably very different from your European one.
But believe me, we have a lot of good things too! Hello my dear friend. In your last letter, you asked me to tell you about the city where I live.
My city is quite a typical Russian province.
We have few entertainment centers and shops, there are not many cars on the roads, so we don’t know what traffic jams are, and the air in our city is much cleaner than in Moscow or St. Petersburg.
I live in an ordinary workers' settlement.
We have friendly people, the city is small and everyone knows each other, which sometimes causes a lot of inconvenience.
My city is probably very different from your European one.
But believe me, we have a lot of good things too! Hello my dear friend. In your last letter, you asked me to tell you about the city where I live.
My city is quite a typical Russian province.
We have few entertainment centers and shops, there are not many cars on the roads, so we don’t know what traffic jams are, and the air in our city is much cleaner than in Moscow or St. Petersburg.
I live in an ordinary workers' settlement.
We have friendly people, the city is small and everyone knows each other, which sometimes causes a lot of inconvenience.
My city is probably very different from your European one.
But believe me, we have a lot of good things too! Hello my dear friend. In your last letter, you asked me to tell you about the city where I live.
My city is quite a typical Russian province.
We have few entertainment centers and shops, there are not many cars on the roads, so we don’t know what traffic jams are, and the air in our city is much cleaner than in Moscow

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

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

This is a tiny piece of land, which you will not find on a geographical map. But it was here that we were born, took the 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 “motherland”, which we found in the explanatory dictionary, becomes more weighty, more significant, more native. It is not for nothing that “motherland” and “native” originated from the same root.

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

I like to wander along its friendly green streets, meet familiar faces, enjoy the clean air. And if you knew how beautiful my hometown is at different times of the year! In summer it is covered in lush greenery, in bright colors of flowerbeds and meadows, in sunny gilding.

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

When you look out the window or go out into the street, the mood always immediately rises from the view, sparkling and creaky snow and trees covered with silver hoarfrost. And, of course, spring… A sea of light, greenery, flowers and aromas.

White-trunked birches, fragile willows, tender willows adorn themselves with luxurious catkins. The trees are dressed in light green dresses. Apple trees, pears, cherries, plums put on their wedding dress ...

Novomichurinsk is fragrant, immersed in emerald greenery, blooming lindens, aromas of gardens.
And in the most ordinary outfit
You are sweet, Motherland, to tears.
To your face blond strands
Your beloved birches.
But not only nature decorates my city. My city is glorious, first of all, for its people and power units. Ryazanskaya GRES 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 more beautiful,
At least go around the whole earth three times.
You are like the sea, no, like our heart,
Forever with us, Motherland, in the chest!
But along with pride for the native city, notes of sadness and regret are born that all its property is drowning in piles of garbage, that the inhabitants of Novomichurinsk do not always treat it in a businesslike manner. The trees planted long ago have almost all survived to this day, and the small lime trees planted there recently have already been broken. I love to admire the gray-haired giants, walking along the quiet streets, and how painful it becomes for me when, instead of the lush crowns of trees, I often see only stumps.

Through 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 would like to tell my peers, and the growing kids, and the adult population about our city and its problems, to generate in their souls 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 together to my favorite places. 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, lies in this painfully familiar, but very capacious word. Homeland... Fatherland... Fatherland... These words are familiar to us from early childhood. But what is this - Motherland? If you look in the explanatory dictionary, you can find an explanation for this word, simple and understandable. Motherland is the country in which a person was born.

Where does it begin? Speaking in a dry geographical language, we would name the extreme points of our country, the parallels and meridians between which it spread its expanses. But in fact, my Fatherland begins from the smallest: from the courtyard next to my stepfather's house, from the birch at the gate, from the school bench, from my native street, from a town, village or small village dear to my heart. This is a tiny piece of land, which you will not find on a geographical map. But it was here that we were born, took the 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 “motherland”, which we found in the explanatory dictionary, becomes more weighty, more significant, more native. Not for nothing that “motherland” and “native” came from the same root. And wherever we are, wherever fate throws us, we will always remember with special trepidation, with great warmth, the small courtyard, and the birch at the gate, and the narrow street. Here are our roots, here are our loved ones, from here we stepped into a great life. I remember the words of V. Lazarev:

I don't just live.

I am like a river

Starting in a lost far away...

My “lost far away” is a town called Novomichurinsk. Someone, looking at him, can say: "... a provincial outback, gray and dirty ...". But I love him. I like to wander along its friendly green streets, meet familiar faces, enjoy the clean air. And if you knew how beautiful my hometown is at different times of the year! In summer it is covered in lush greenery, in bright colors of flowerbeds and meadows, in sunny gilding. And in autumn... Multi-colored maples, yellow lindens, still green poplars, brownish oaks... In Novomichurinsk, autumn is not a "dreary time", but a wonderful time of the year, simply "glamorous". In winter, Novomichurinsk is filled with magic and poetry. When you look out the window or go out into the street, the mood always immediately rises from the view, sparkling and creaky snow and trees covered with silver hoarfrost. And, of course, spring… A sea of light, greenery, flowers and aromas. White-trunked birches, fragile willows, tender willows adorn themselves with luxurious catkins. The trees are dressed in light green dresses. Apple trees, pears, cherries, plums put on their wedding dress ... Novomichurinsk is fragrant, immersed in emerald greenery, flowering lindens, aromas of gardens.

And in the most ordinary outfit

You are sweet, Motherland, to tears.

To your face blond strands

Your beloved birches.

But not only nature decorates my city. My city is glorious, first of all, for its people and power units. Ryazanskaya GRES 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 more beautiful,

At least go around the whole earth three times.

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

Forever with us, Motherland, in the chest!

But along with pride for the native city, notes of sadness and regret are born that all its property is drowning in piles of garbage, that the inhabitants of Novomichurinsk do not always treat it in a businesslike manner. The trees planted long ago have almost all survived to this day, and the small lime trees planted there recently have already been broken. I love to admire the gray-haired giants, walking along the quiet streets, and how painful it becomes for me when, instead of the lush crowns of trees, I often see only stumps. Through 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 would like to tell my peers, and the growing kids, and the adult population about our city and its problems, to generate in their souls 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 together to my favorite places. And you will see for yourself how beautiful he is. Goodbye.