Sahakyan Valeria. Veydelevskaya School, Veydelevka, Belgorod region, Russia
Essay on English language with the translation. Nomination Documents, letters, resumes.

A letter to an English friend about my hometown

83 Pervomaiskaya Street
Veidelevka
309720 Belgorod region
Russia

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

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

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

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

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

Well, I can't think of any more to say, so I'll finish now.

Looking forward to hearing from you.

83 Pervomayskaya Street
Veydelevka
309720 Belgorod region
Russia

Dear Ann,

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

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

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

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

Well, nothing else comes to mind, so I'm done.

I look forward to an answer.

Best wishes,

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. Homeland is the country in which a person was born.

Where does it begin? Speaking dry geographical language, we would call extreme points of her country, the parallels and meridians between which she spread her expanses. But in fact, my Fatherland begins with the smallest: 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 is geographical map you won't find. 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: "... 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 all in lush greenery, in bright colors 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 people 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 a love for native land, pride in him, the desire to help him 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.

Sayfullina Yulia. Lyceum №2, Bugulma, Republic of Tatarstan, Russia
Essay in English with translation. Nomination Documents, letters, resumes.

The letter to my friend about my hometown

I would like to invite you to my beloved hometown called Bugulma.

It is very beautiful and old. We have a lot of sights. It is a mixture of modern and ancient buildings.

You can visit our famous Museum of local lore, Jaroslav Gashek`s museum, Russian Drama Theater named after Batalov, the Center of Tatar Culture and to see the eternal flame.

We have a unique museum in our town. It is Jaroslav Gashek's museum. This is the only museum in the world, where you can learn a lot about the famous Czech writer.

The museum of Jaroslav Gashek is in a very old building and it is an interesting place to visit. Jaroslav Gashek, a famous Czech writer-satirist, came to Bugulma on the 16th of October in 1918 and lived in this building, where there is the museum now.

This museum is visited by lots of people. There is also a collection of Jaroslav Gashek's personal things there.

Whatever your interests - don’t forget to visit our local theater where you can watch different performances to your taste.

Bugulma is one of the most exiting places in the world. I hope you will come to us as soon as you get some free time and you won't regret.

I send you some photos of my town, where you will recognize the places I have described above. I look forward to seeing you in my town.

Dear Kate,

I want to invite you to my beloved hometown of Bugulma. It is very beautiful and ancient city. It has many attractions. It is a combination of modern and old buildings.

You can visit our famous Museum of Local Lore, the Museum of Yaroslav Gashek, the Russian Drama Theater named after Batalov, the Center of Tatar Culture and see the Eternal Flame.

There is a unique museum in our city. This is the Hasek Museum. This is the only museum in the world where you can learn a lot about the famous Czech writer.

The Yaroslav Hasek Museum is located in an old building and is very interesting for visitors. Yaroslav Hasek, a well-known Czech satirist, arrived in Bugulma on October 16, 1918 and lived in the house where the museum is now located.

This museum is visited by many people. The museum has many exhibits. There are also personal belongings of Yaroslav Hasek.

Whatever you're interested in, don't forget to visit our local theater, where you can see performances for every taste.

Bugulma is one of the most wonderful places in the world. I hope you come to us at the first opportunity and you will not regret it.

I am sending you some photos of my city, where you will recognize the places that I described above. I look forward to seeing you in our city.

Best wishes,

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.

Hello distant friend! I am writing to you again to tell you about myself. This time I will tell you about the place where a small part of my life passed, where a piece of my sentimental soul remained - about my native land. The envelope says that I live in the glorious city of Belgorod, but THIS letter will not be about him. I will tell you about the city of Volchansk.
This city is small, it can rather be called an urban-type settlement. The city has retained some of its original beauty. As you have probably already noticed, my dear friend, the name of the city is associated with wolves. This place used to be a large forest inhabited by hundreds of gray robbers. But after a while the forest began to thin out and people settled there. The area of ​​a small village increased, a stone bridge was laid across the wolf's ravine. Now this bridge is gone, as well as the ravine. In place of the bridge lies a layer of sand and clay, packed with feet and wheels. I'm cycling there right now. And on the site of the ravine there is a grandmother's house with a garden and a barnyard.
There are many others beautiful places in this wonderful town. For example, the Wolf River. My grandfather and I go there on bicycles in the summer, even though my grandfather has a car. And why waste extra gasoline if you can fly there over potholes in 5 minutes? The river, when viewed from the shore, is very beautiful. And under water in general, like in a fairy tale! I can't see underwater, of course. I just put on my goggles and dive. When I first dived, it was scary, but then I got used to it. A greenish light breaks through the water column, legs are everywhere, fish flicker, at the bottom you can see the muddy landscape of an underwater garden. The river is clean, because from time to time a cleaning projectile is launched there. On the opposite side of the beach is a large stadium. My grandfather and I once watched a paratrooper show from there and 2 helicopters landed there.
In addition to the Volchya River, we visit the beaches of the Donets. There are whole deposits of mollusks at its bottom! Grandpa gets them for me. He does not allow me to dive on this river, because there the depth is about 4 meters.
Volchansk is famous not only for water. My family and I sometimes go to the forest. Most of all I like in the Count's forest. There are tall trees, many clearings and various birds. And in autumn you can find mushrooms there. It is impossible to say much about the forests of Volchansk, you need to visit there yourself.
In addition to forests, there are in this area large fields where wheat and rye grow. Some fields are owned by people. They grow vegetables there. Honey plants grow on fields not sown with vegetables and cereals. In the summer, bees are constantly buzzing there. You can also see an interesting plant called goat's rue there. This is the same dandelion, only very large. His flower is the size of a small saucer, and his cap is the size of a decent apple. Behind all the fields is a small airfield. There are small helicopters and corncobs. Grandfather once flew a helicopter, or rather, one of his acquaintances flew for a ride. It must have been interesting to see the city from a bird's eye view!
There are also a lot of interesting things on Grandma's Street. In summer, many different birds flock there. Who can you not see there! There are jays, and woodpeckers, and orioles, and some funny blunt-nosed birds galloping noisily along the ground ... There are many miracles here. I associate this place with warmth and summer, because I spend my holidays here. And in the evening, sometimes, I go out into the yard, put on a warm sweater and sit on a bench, waving off annoying mosquitoes and chirping around the cicada ... I sit in the scent of night violets and breathe in the cool air of the evening Volchansk. This is a wonderful place.
If my letter inspired you, come here sometime, if possible, and you will feel all the splendor of the Wolf City.
This is where my story ends. Waiting for an answer.