My favorite destination. “My favorite place in the city” outline of a drawing lesson (senior group) on the topic
Ponomareva Natalia
An essay about the beauty of the native land, about the small homeland - the city of Pavlov. About its sights, about the Pavlovsk lemon, which was brought to our city by the Turkish Pasha.
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Municipal budgetary educational institution
secondary school №10, Pavlovo
FAVORITE PLACES OF MY HOME TERRITORY
With love about the native land!
Work completed
student 2 "B" class
PONOMARYOVA
NATALYA ALEXANDROVNA.
Supervisor:
Timofeeva Nadezhda Alekseevna
Composition.
In native places, the wind smells like chamomile,
And to the blade of grass the whole earth is its own,
In native places and 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,
Your own dear places.
In native places the sky is blue,
In native places, meadows are more spacious,
Birch trunks are straighter and slimmer,
And a colorful rainbow arc.
M. Plyatskovsky.
Native land is the eternal joy of the heart!
Grigory Koval.
Love for the Motherland begins with love for the 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 places of the nature of our native land familiar from childhood. Perhaps the most powerful and exciting memories from childhood are the memories of native places, favorite paths, nooks and crannies, what makes love for native land unchanging and so unforgettable.
Motherland is a very capacious concept in its content. It has a very deep and multifaceted meaning. And the first thing with which the homeland begins for each person is his family, that is, the dearest and closest people. Then this concept is expanded to the whole surrounding world, and a person sees in his homeland, first of all, the nature of his land. In the end, our homeland was created by nature and ancestors. And it is nature that has dotted everything with its landscapes and natural beauties.
Each of us has our favorite places that we like since childhood, and with which a person has his own memories and associations. But what could be more beautiful than the memories that a person has preserved? Especially if these are pleasant memories, and even more so related to childhood, to 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 and crannies, lanes, houses, parks, lakes and everything else - after all, everyone has their own associations and memories. It is from this that love for the motherland begins - from native places that are close to every person. Therefore, the Motherland itself is inseparable from nature and from its beauties.
Further, to this image, we add the reverence that every person has in front of his ancestors, who lived and worked on this land, ennobling it in labor and protecting it on the battlefields. And every person should remember that the 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.
Love for the native nature is brought up by my grandmother. She is a teacher. My grandmother teaches me to understand nature, to feel its beauty, to read its language, to protect 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, like the sun, air and water are necessary for a plant, and in order for a child to learn to see the sun in a dandelion in the palm of his hand, in a white birch - a girl in a sundress - for this you need to be in nature, stop, look closely to see. " Grandmother taught me from early childhood that a Man became a 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 - he heard and, holding his breath, listens to this wonderful music of life for hundreds and thousands of years. She won't say anything. And the grandmother at every opportunity says: "He knew how to give birth to a child, know how to teach." I understand her. Love for the native land brings up in us, children, and my favorite teacher Timofeeva Nadezhda Alekseevna. She always gives parting words: “While walking, observe what is happening in nature, protect it, help it, feed birds in winter, hang birdhouses in spring, and collect food for birds in autumn.” And Nadezhda Alekseevna also talks about sproutsgood and evil, which will be laid down in childhood.The child will part with the teacher, but at the same time will remain with the parents forever. But when he grows up, who will the aged parents see next to them: a kind, caring or cruel, indifferent person? I understand her too.
I really like walking with my grandmother along Nizhegorodskaya street, especially admiring the Pavlovsky 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 the native city and its historical traditions. The monument has become one of the officially recognized symbols of Pavlov.
« Pavlovsk Lemon"
My grandmother and I were reading a legend. It says that at the beginning of the 19th century, the Turkish pasha, very pleased with the Pavlovsk castles, gave the Pavlovsk people several cuttings of lemon. Cuttings after a long and long journey were brought to Pavlovo, planted and grown here. And gradually in the 19th century, by the method of popular selection, unknown breeders bred the variety "Pavlovsky Lemon" capable of growing and bearing fruit on the window.
Although the Pavlovian handicraftsmen were considered peasants, they did not work on the land, many did not even have a plot near the house, but they were drawn to gardening. So they bred a type of lemon that could grow on a window, and all the windows in their houses were lined with pots of fruit-bearing lemons. Lemons at the same time and the air was cleaned, polluted when working with metal.
Cuttings of indoor lemons bred in Pavlovo were sold throughout Russia as early as the 19th century.
The monument to "Pavlovsky Lemon" is a monument to the continuous creative search and the masters of Pavlov.
It is possible that this is only a legend, since even in the 18th century southern fruits, including lemons, were grown in the greenhouses of wealthy estates, so it was not necessary to travel far for cuttings. But in the greenhouse there is a lot of space, a lot of light, you can regulate the temperature and humidity. It's not like growing a lemon in a window. Those who dealt with citrus fruits know how difficult it is to get a harvest in the room - citrus fruits in winter try to throw off the leaves along with the fruit that has set, they are too warm and too dark. But the Pavlovsky lemon grows well and bears fruit on the window.
This is only a part of my native land, only a grain of it! And what a good feeling! Calmly! Joyfully! 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, having fun playing with the neighbor kids. In these places, even the birds sing in a special way, their songs are close, dear and understandable. They also seem to have something to say to us humans. Birds, probably, could tell a lot of interesting things about this region! Once, when I was a child, my grandmother brought me a handful of strawberries, freshly plucked from the garden. I still feel this unforgettable taste of fresh berries - you can’t buy these in a store or on 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 nature. And now I will never pick a delicate flower, I will not frighten away birds chirping on a branch. I myself want to preserve all this beauty, because it is in my power to help my homeland. It is difficult to say which homeland is more expensive - small or large. It seems to me that both the big and the small motherland are equally important, and I love them. Moreover, it is an inseparable whole. The whole world around us is the whole Motherland.
Our walk with grandma ends. It was already dark outside. Life in my city is quiet. I raise my eyes to the sky, and it is 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, our native land, our Motherland, Russia. Let the voices of birds never cease in our Russia, let the forests rustle, the grasshoppers chirp, let nature live and breathe. In the poet S. Vikulov, love for his native land and Russia also act as a single whole, so together with him we can say:
Whenever I knew
how to beat the tail
pike on a voiced vein,
like autumn
vigorous redhead,
standing under a bush
like dew
brings in a glass;
like cranes
trumpet trumpet,
like an echo
repeats the moose roar, -
I'm afraid,
I would not love
so you
how I love you now
my favorite region!
D. There are serious thoughts, and Yulia laughs. U.
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Homework . Write an essay on the topic My favorite place on the ground".
Lesson 6
Essay discussion
Flowers, love, village, idleness,
Fields! I am devoted to you in soul.
How often in sorrowful separation,
In my wandering destiny
Moscow, I thought about you!
A. Pushkin. Eugene Onegin
U. In which magazine did you write essays "My favorite place on earth"?
D. In the journal "Reflections on Life".
U. So let's visit together with the authors in those wonderful places that they love. I will read, and you think about what is in the essay and why you especially liked it.
^ Composition Tanya
My favorite place on earth is our dacha. I always imagine our dacha green, cheerful and summery. Even in winter, when I dream of going to the dacha, it always seems to me that our dacha is green.
It is very good in our dacha, and, most importantly, it is interesting, in our dacha we have an attic and a hayloft. In the attic we play helicopter, and in the hayloft we play ship. We have a lot of hay in the hayloft, and we build cabins out of it. We have a stove in our dacha, and when it is heated, we always look. We argue: which piece of wood will burn faster.
It’s a lot of fun at our dacha, and we have so much fun only at the dacha. That is why this is my favorite place on earth.
^ W. What did you like most about writing?
U. And to me about the fact that the dacha always seems “green, cheerful and summery”, “even in winter”. A very interesting observation.
^ Composition Misha
My favorite place on earth is my Varshavka. That's what I call the place where I live. And I live near the Varshavskaya metro station. Mom and I traveled a lot. I was in Latvia, and in the city of Daugavpils, and in some villages. My grandmother has many relatives there. Most of all I remember the horse, the dog and the house. Lilies of the valley grew in the forest, the birds sang beautifully. But at night I really wanted to go home to Varshavka.
I was in Siberia as many as seven times. And for the eighth time, I will definitely go with great pleasure. There we live in the forest on the banks of the Ob. Everything is big there: the river, the trees, and even the huge grasshoppers, like locusts. Squirrels run freely. And mosquitoes bite! I really like it there. I could live there all my life if I was born there. But I was born in Varshavka, and I always want to go home. I was in Novosibirsk and on the Ob Sea.
In Nalchik, I saw real mountains with white peaks. We went around the whole city. It is very green and roses grow right on the streets. It was almost three years ago, but I remember everything.
I even went to Germany with my mother. We traveled all over the GDR. True, I was small and remember little. I remember that there were unusual houses and streets, and cars in six rows drive along the highway.
And yet my favorite place is Varshavka. We have a great yard in both winter and summer. And so good at home! I really like to sit at home alone, make all kinds of toys and play with them. I like to drink tea with my mother in the evening and talk about life.
^ W. What did you like?
D. ...
U. And for me - the end: “And it's so good at home! I really like to sit at home alone, make all kinds of toys and play with them. I like to drink tea with my mother in the evening and talk about life.
^ Composition Alyosha
My favorite place on earth is probably my grandmother's apartment. I love sleeping there the most. Grandmother lives on the 13th floor, and therefore in the morning there is fog, freshness outside the window. And, in general, beauty always opens from the window there. In summer and spring - these are waves of greenery, tree crowns, green lawns, forests. In autumn, greenery is replaced by ocher, crimson, bright yellow birches. In winter, pure white snow is all around, and elegant, light walls of modern houses against its background. It's so different from the boring, gray streets downtown where I live. There you feel squeezed by houses, cars. And here, with my grandmother, there is also a city, but spacious, clean. Fresh air, silence.
I always have a good mood there. I visit my grandmother on weekends or holidays, about once a month. And it's always like a holiday. Near the cinema, close to the forest (we go there in the summer). And in my grandmother's house it is always festive, interesting. Maybe because I have time to wean from books, toys, furnishings. And everything is here for me every time anew. And grandmother is always pleased that they came to her. She cooks wonderfully, and sometimes bakes delicious, delicious pies. And then a special aroma of fresh bread spreads throughout the apartment. That smell alone makes it fun. And how beautiful in the evening outside the window - hundreds of lights in the houses, and stars twinkle in the sky. It is especially beautiful on fireworks days.
Nothing is visible from the window of our house on Prospect Mira - only the gray wall of the opposite house. And here - all of Moscow at a glance. Immediately 8 salutes scatter their multi-colored lights.
I really like to visit my grandmother, I love this apartment. Maybe because I grew up here. I was brought here when I was very young, here I learned to distinguish objects, people, took my first steps. This is home for me.
^ W. What did you like?
D. ...
U. And I liked how Alyosha describes weekend mornings - “and then a special aroma of fresh bread spreads throughout the apartment. That smell alone makes it fun.”
^ Composition Ira
My favorite place on earth is Ilyinka. She kind of bonded with me. I have lived there for ten years. I like her quiet streets beautiful houses, with their surprises, with their pond, which has been cleaned for five years, they clean it up and never clean it up.
But most of all I love the place where I lived for a very long time. This is an old house without water and heating. But for some reason I like it the most. Maybe the tranquility, maybe the amount of mushrooms or trees. But most likely because Dymka lived there. This is a Laika dog, he was recently run over by a car, and I feel very sorry for him, I loved him so much.
Unfortunately, this year I will not go to Ilyinka, because many unfortunate events took place there, and all the more so since my mother wants to go south. But still, I will never forget our Ilyinka. I love her so much!
^ W. What did you like?
D. ...
But there are other writings as well. Here, for example, for Oli favorite place is the library.
I like to sit in the library in the reading room. Quiet, quiet. So quiet, so quiet you can hear a fly flying. You enter and you immediately enter fairy world. You sit down at the table, open the first page of the book and, as it were, stand next to the hero of the story.
Quiet. No one bothers you, no flies, no mosquitoes. You can read so much that you forget where you are.
And if you read about a writer, about Pushkin or Tolstoy, it is as if you are talking to him yourself. And it becomes so interesting to listen to the speeches of writers. And great.
And sometimes it happens: in the evening you leave the library and forget in which direction your house is located, as if you were in a deep sleep.
It's good to be in the library!
Quiet, quiet.
^ W. What did you like?
U. And to me: “And sometimes it happens, in the evening you leave the library and forget in which direction your house is located, as if you were in a deep sleep.”
^ Composition Nastya
I don't have such a place. More precisely, there are many of them. This is Tallinn with its town hall, and the small village of Pereval near Lake Baikal, and all of Moscow, and the house, and the school, and especially our class, 3 "a". When I enter my class, I feel funny and sad. It’s funny because where we just studied, some first-graders are studying, but it’s sad because I will never sit in this class at the same desk where I have been sitting in recent months ...
I especially love the Black Sea, this huge blue distance. I also love the Volga with its islands and islets and islets. I also love Karelia with its famous Karelian birch...
I love this whole huge, great and mighty piece of land - our whole country. I think that better places than the USSR, there is none on our entire green and blue planet Earth.
^ W. What did you like?
D. ...
U. And for me about 3 “a” - it’s sad and funny for the author there - some other first-graders are sitting in a familiar room, and it’s sad that it’s no longer their own class studying there.
^ Composition Pavlik
At the end of September, I read that pike spawn in April. I took a special map and looked where the fish were. Time passed, and I had a ready-made map with detailed calculations in my hands, and I got ready to go hiking. Mom approved the whole thing, but said: “It’s impossible in April, fishing for large fish is prohibited in April, and it will be cold in the tent in April.”
Well, we agreed on the end of May. Dad came, I showed him the map. And we agreed for the summer, when dad would be given a vacation.
From that day on, I went to different shops, looked out for tackle and accessories for the trip.
And so, one fine day, my dad said to me: “Where do you stagger every day? You had a stupid dream about a hike!” I was upset, but I didn't stop preparing.
When dad said that he would not have a vacation, my plans fell apart: after all, mom would not go anywhere without dad.
You think I missed the topic. No, all the time while writing this essay, I imagined this place, which I had not yet been to. Imagine: a night forest, a lake lit by the moon, a tent on the shore of the lake...
^ D. I like it...
U. And I liked the ending: "imagine: a night forest, a lake lit by the moon, a tent on the lake." The place the author dreams of.
^ Composition Lena
My favorite place on earth is the sofa in my brother's room. It's great to roll and jump on. Once, when he was cheerful, I jumped so hard that I reached the ceiling with my hand.
And once he was harmful, when I tumbled, I fell, and he creaked as if he was laughing, but then he stopped, probably took pity on me.
And he is so kind. I do somersaults on it, somersaults, and I was given a "5" for the somersault the next day in physical education.
^ Composition Julia
My favorite place on earth is the sofa. Every day after school, I am first drawn to the library, and then, with terrible force, home, to the sofa. On the sofa you can read, watch TV, somersault and, in extreme cases, sleep.
Sitting on the couch, I can watch any programs: "Mom's School", "Time", "Kinopanorama", "Alarm Clock". Sometimes I lie on the couch with my plush dog Chizhik under my head and think about the big homework I have to do. On the couch I study poetry, sometimes prose. When I was little, I liked S. Simuyavichene's book "Mischiefs", and I read it only on the couch.
When I am healthy, the sofa beckons, caresses, and when I am sick, the sofa first comforts, and then it starts to bother me. Often I lie down on the sofa, take my favorite book, sometimes my father’s, look at the pages, and I myself think not about the book, but about skates or fried mushrooms. I am also writing this essay on the couch.
^ D. (vying with each other). This is a work of art. It's a reflection on life (to bet).
U. What was the main tone of all previous compositions? And what is the tone of Lena and Yulia?
^ D. There are serious reflections, and Yulia laughs.
U. Do girls seriously write that their favorite place is the sofa?
D. No, with a smile.
U. If it's funny, then it can't be placed in "Reflections on Life"?
U. And if it's serious, then you can't put it in a magazine of works of art?
U.(ZK) All these questions are for the future: what to refer to journalism, and what to fiction. There are also "frontier" journalistic works that carry the features of artistry. We believe that these two works can be placed in an art magazine.
If there is time, you can continue reading children's works. For example:
^ Composition Dina
When I lived in an old apartment, we had a village nearby. This village had a pond. I no longer had a native place on earth. Every time I went to the village, which was called Nemchinovka.
Nemchinovka was a small town. There were many wooden houses in it, the shops were also ruined and very cozy. Delicious sour cream was always sold in these shops. There were small fountains near the pond, old women always sat near these fountains. And the cars went there very rarely. Near the pond stood a monument to the Unknown Soldier.
When my parents and I walked out of the store, there was a small forest on the right side. In this wood stood an old man carved from wood. I always waited until we reached the old man, because a woodpecker or a squirrel or some other birds were sitting on him.
I remember everything, and it seems to me that this village was very large. But she was small, I thought so when I was little.
Now I live in a new apartment. We also have the Moskva River nearby, and a village beyond the Moskva River. But for me, this is a different place!
That's all.
Lesson 7
Repetition
| ^ TEXTS FOR THE LESSON Russian folk songs. |
GCD abstract for drawing in the senior group
Theme "My favorite place in the city"
Target: Continue to acquaint children with their small homeland.
Tasks:
To expand children's ideas about their hometown of Severomorsk;
To evoke in children a feeling of admiration for the beauty of their native city;
To learn to convey in the drawing the image of the city at any time of the year;
- develop creative imagination, a sense of composition, color.
Preliminary work: city tour, looking at a photo album with city views, talking about the city of Severomorsk.
Lesson material: Sheets of paper, colored pencils.
Lesson progress:
caregiver: Guys, let's stand in a circle. Show your palms. Rub them against each other. What do you feel? (Warm). It is the warmth of kind hands and kind souls.
caregiver:: 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 not 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, Luntik comes in with her.
Educator: Guys, look, this is Luntik. He flew to visit us from the moon. Let's get to know him (children take turns calling their last name, first name, patronymic).
caregiver: Guys, Luntik lives on another planet and does not know anything about our city with you at all. Let's introduce him to our city.
First of all, 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 motherland" 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 photos. (Photos with views of the city)
Look closely at the pictures and say what they show. (Children's answers).
Educator: Guys, what is the name of the city in which we live?
Educator: There are many large and small cities in the world. And today we will talk about our city of Severomorsk, about the most beloved, the most beautiful.
Educator: Tell me, please, what do you like about our city? (children's answers).
caregiver: There are many streets in our city. And every street has its own name. What street do you live on? (children's answers). I live on the street…..
Educator: Guys, you walk on familiar streets every day. And what buildings can be seen on the streets of our city? (Shops, post office, pharmacy, hospital, school, library, kindergarten).
Educator: Now let's get some rest.
Fizminutka
We get up early in the morning
We see the city outside the window.
(point to the window)
He woke up, he lives
Calls us to the street.
(walking in place)
Houses are different:
High and low
(raise hands up and down)
Far and near
(stretch arms and bring closer to you)
Wooden, panel, brick,
(move with one hand as if counting)
It seems to be ordinary.
(spread hands)
We live, we grow
In our hometown.
(gradually rise on toes with raised hands and take i. p.)
For someone - small, -
(show small object with hands)
But for us, it's huge.
(raise your arms up and down through the sides)
Let it grow
Let it bloom
(hands on the belt, springs in both directions)
Our small town.
(spread straight arms to the sides)
Problematic situation.
caregiver: Guys, our Luntik is crying. What's happened? He told me that he was crying because there were no such beautiful places in his city. 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? (Answers of children).
Educator: And riddles will help us in this.
Guess it guys
You're talking about a city of mystery.
You will have to continue
Noisy trains everywhere
And people go in all directions.
From all sides, from all sides,
Who is waiting for the arrival of trains,
We invite him to the hall
What is called... (Railway station)
Here you can drop the letter,
Send a telegram
Call by phone
Mom on a business trip.
You can buy an envelope here
Send parcel urgently
Saying hello to everyone,
After all, this building is… (Mail)
People in white don't get bored
Do not sit idle
The course of treatment is prescribed
These people are in white.
If someone gets sick
Everyone is going to get treated.
To our nursery… (Hospital)
What is this wonderful house?
One hundred kids in that house
The house is very happy for the kids!
What is this? … (Kindergarten)
If the fridge is empty
Eat if there is nothing
No bread, no cabbage,
There is no oil and buckwheat,
Come here soon
And take the basket
Buy what tastes better
In our (store)
It has amazing pictures.
The paintings are rare and amazing,
But you won't be allowed to buy them.
Not because they cost a lot
After all, this is the treasure of my country.
Not a shop here but museum.
Educator: Guys , can we help him? (Answers of children).
Let's draw our city and give it .
Summary of the lesson.
Educator: Well done guys what wonderful drawings you got. And 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 comfortable houses.
Luntik thanks the children and promises to build cozy and beautiful houses, yards, etc.
caregiver: Guys, what did you like the most today.
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 100%. Only we may not like our state, and no one is around, and even the trees seem crooked, and the puddles are dirty and deep. And, of course, we have tender feelings for the warm gentle sun, then the heart is light. But isn't it in our power to create such conditions to constantly and happily be in balance with the Universe?
It is not 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 no effort is needed: everything is so good. Perhaps I coincide with the energy of these places by default. It is noticed that it is here that I write easily and with inspiration. And that's not all, it is these cities that make their way to the pages of my novels 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 - at least for three days, at least for a month. And those who have lived here for years know this for sure. I think it's 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 Pai works as a ruthless karma machine. If you are in debt, then when you get into cute cozy Pai, you will have to go through trials and cleanse your life. The fact that “in ordinary life” it would take years, a couple of months is enough here. This does not mean that Pai grinds everyone with particular cruelty. If there is no desire to change, Pai will let you go, you just leave.
Many people say that wishes come true in Pai. So be careful with wording. Here everything happens quickly. But out of time.
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, man is ready to enter the renewed world.
Pie from your hills
There is magic in Pai. They say that too.
Tha Ton, Chiang Mai, Thailand
Thaton is a very small town. So much so that they say about such people: “There is nothing to do here!” He is even smaller than Pai. And there are fewer tourists. And what exactly to watch? A nine-level temple on a mountain? And then? All right, it's time to get on the bus and leave.
The most interesting thing begins just then. When everything is already done, the whole mountain is ridden, then you just need to close your eyes and feel. Nothing will change around. All the hills will also rise beautifully, the river will slowly carry 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 impeccability.
Ella, Uva, Sri Lanka
Sri Lanka has many faces: playful, stern, lazy and relaxed, indignant and naughty. In the heart of the mountainous province of Uva, I found another face: Ella seemed to me a jewel, calmly and dignifiedly aware of her uniqueness. Ella does not need to lure tourists to her, they themselves come here, buying into the opportunity to arrange trekking in the surrounding hills. To whom regularity and slowness seem like an expensive luxury, do not linger here. And why? Ahead of them are waiting for the conquest of peaks, photos of the best sunrise on the planet and other achievements.
But personally, I am ready to return to Sri Lanka just for the sake of Ella and live there for a month or two, drinking tea and banging on 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 fills the chest with undue importance. The biggest thing to do in Ella can be the walk to the shrine by the road. Put flowers there and say a kind word for the travelers who are circling the mountain serpentine somewhere below.
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Hawaii, USA
A very common phrase that Hawaii (or any other tropical island) is heaven on earth unexpectedly, in fact, turns out to be true. Banal, predictable and chastely honest. This truth knocks over like powerful ocean waves, and envelops like warm water, which at high tide floods the feet and playfully moves away, leaving the 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 trepidation. He sang of her beauty and struggle for independence, recalled the glorious past and urged people to be worthy of their great ancestors.
But when mountains and ocean meet, only passionate softness can be born out of this love. Like the Hawaiian hula dance. Like the girls' hips float on the waves, their necks and hair are decorated with bright colors, and their hands tell amazing stories.
And on a short sandy strip, between the waters of the ocean and high cliffs, there is a place for a person who watches the play of nature and learns that he is part of the universe.
Safed, Mehoz Hatzafon, Israel
In the Northern District of Israel, among the fluffy hills, there is a small town called Safed. Despite its proximity to the Lebanese border, 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 has done its job in the formation of the state, humbly and calmly proud of it. And he stays where he is most comfortable. In the 16th century.
Mysticism and the mysteries of the Kabbalah - that's all that interests this city. When the ancestors of modern inhabitants had to flee the Iberian Peninsula in search of a better life, they found this life. Right here. And time is frozen. Yes, many now have iPhones, but they are still only interested in righteousness and observance of laws. The study, reflection and application in practice of what the rabbis themselves once wrote here in Safed (Shulchan Aruch and comments on the Torah, for example!) - this is the life of the city.
Everything is visible from the main hill - the sea, hostile Lebanon and the miserable Mount Hermon. Yes, but no one cares. 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 belongs), the name is translated as “fragrant” or “moon”. The Arabic language also insists on "aroma". But for the people who speak Canaanite, that is, the Phoenicians, this land has always been a place of worship for the moon. Of course, it 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 while it is really the most ancient city officially recognized.
Jericho is located on 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, there is no ancient city. And there are no ruins. Only historical burial mounds with small masonry. Probably, after the trumpets of Joshua destroyed the walls of Jericho, nothing can be built on this place for a long time.
But you can still see. In my heart.
Italy
The Phoenicians, as you know, were navigators, the Vikings of their time (or the Vikings became the Phoenicians of the Middle Ages). And now those whose ancestors (Canaanites, Hittites, Amorites) remained in the Middle East, we call Jews and Arabs, and the Phoenicians left and settled in several more countries both in the west and in the east. They went so far modern man does not even see the kinship between peoples. The Phoenicians spread their writing system around the world, and we still use it.
They also made it to Sicily. Main city Palermo in ancient times was called Sis, "flower" in Phoenician. Then the Greeks came here and brought their culture, brought poetic order, replacing the wild passion of the Phoenicians. The Romans, on the other hand, subjected everyone to their strict laws. Sicily was the last to wait for Europeans from the north: 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, seasoned with sweet cream. And now it is really good only in unity, and not disassembled into ingredients.
Indianapolis, Indiana, USA
Indianapolis, located exactly in the center of Indiana, was truly a dream city for 19th-century Americans. Its exact layout (architect Alexander Ralston, together with Pierre Lefand, also built Washington) is amazing. Accuracy and streamlining are the main features. Like Moscow, Indianapolis diverges from the central Monument to Soldiers and Sailors (The Circle Monument). It's a circle that draws energy from all over the state. In the US, the city is known as "America's Crossroads", where all important roads converge. One square mile - this is how Indianapolis saw its creator. But I think there has always been the idea of development. And the city naturally grows without violating the layout. The perfect place for life.
Despite the name, the Indians are no longer here. Miami (not to be confused with the modern one) and the Delawares were evicted by 1820 just before the construction of the city began. But now the city is considered the most tolerant in the States. And even a little proud of his good qualities. What one of the most famous "big" (yes, that's what they call the inhabitants of Indiana, and they are actually ALL tall!) writer Kurt Vonnegut loved to laugh at. Sneaky from the excessive seriousness of his fellow citizens, Vonnegut nevertheless describes Indy best of all in his books.
Indianapolis also lives on my pages, as a secret place where you are always expected. The city-circle, it exposes all the problems at a glance 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. Being born in California is a big deal, even for Americans. But if that doesn't work out, then US residents are moving in droves to the southwest, seeking to fill their voids.
I also dream of California. ABOUT pacific ocean and about the 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 life. No wonder 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 in an instant demonstrates who is the main thing here actor. Neither Shakespeare's tragedy nor 20th Century Fox will ever compare to what nature can show.
I dream of California, oh mysterious world hidden in daylight. I see mysterious treasures far 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 trails, there are no stars, there are only Stars.
But California has not only beautiful cities and famous beaches. California is so diverse that there is a place for landscapes that are not similar to each other. If you drive along its hilly roads, then already beyond San Francisco you can find giant sequoia trees. Most of the tourists ride in the corresponding national park or in and looks at the most voluminous sequoia, and I liked the coastal sequoias, the highest. These are majestic and immense trees for thought.
And in Southern California, unique and surprisingly diverse in form, joshua three grows. And sometimes it seems that it is such happiness that in the States there are still so many beauties where there is no imprint of human activity. There is no need to understand the historical twists and turns. The trees are just there. And their eternity and tranquility in the midst of desert landscapes gives the most powerful weapon - the freedom to be yourself.
And the same can be said about the other two wonders located on opposite sides of the Sierra Nevada. Kings Canyon National Park and Death Valley. All this somehow miraculously fits in one state. Endless wild trails - possible encounters with nature, with bears or heat - who will survive after this? California is checking even now, even though the days of the Gold Rush are over. Test gold, copper pipes in Hollywood. There remains a test of self-preservation. Why not?
Arizona, USA
According to the bold remark of Emir Kusturica, it is customary in Arizona to dream. Arizona is different. These are the huge and unusual canyons of the north, these are the pine greens and mountains of the center and the deserted Sonora in the south. And somewhere in the middle of all this diversity, you can find yourself a place where you can sit down and fly your dream up like a kite.
Once upon a time, a guest from space appeared in 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 around the state, devoting their lives to building their plans. Will it be fragile houses in Vupatki or arranged in hollows high mountain dwellings, whether dinosaurs or petrified trees are buried - there is enough space for everyone. Is not it so?
Those who didn't leave by mysterious means guard the canyons and collect fees from the aliens, believing that this is fair and will repair the damage that the white people have done to them. Now the Indians play by the rules of the whites. In my opinion, almost everyone in the world is American now. Or the new Romans. And yet in Arizona you can find a place where you can 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. There is no place for surprise when you see something unusual and unusual. Everything here is comfortable.
We made several treks to the mountains and volcanoes of Washington and still remember how fun it was to walk around Rainier or along Hurricane Ridge.
You should not think that the state is just covered in evergreen trees, and this is its feature. This is a surprisingly diverse area. There is a rain forest in the Olympic Park, and lakes with a breathtaking color of water, mountain peaks with an amazing shape. Washington can be studied for a long time and it is worth devoting a lot of time to it. Slowly traveling 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 miracles in Wyoming - there and, but I want to mention the Devil's Tower. A lonely mountain, around which unthinkable legends have developed, and the appearance of which scientists cannot explain in such a plain way, cannot but attract attention. But on the other hand, what's wrong with it? Worth it, rises. And that's all. You can drive past, marvel and rush on, forgetting about the tower in a couple of seconds!
However, we specifically made a detour for this wonderful mountain, although we are not climbers who like to test themselves by climbing to the top of the mountain. And we were right: it was worth coming here! Sacred to the Indians, the place appeared as the custodian of all the beauty of Wyoming. Here and beautiful views, and pleasant walks around the Devil's Tower itself, and attempts to figure out what caused the earth to part and release unique mountain out. And you know, I want to come back again and take a walk around the Devil's Tower again.
Isla de Pascua, Chile
To imagine a place inhabited by people far, far away in the middle of the ocean is possible only in romantic dreams. However, there are such islands on the planet, maybe left after the sunken land, or maybe they surfaced in their irrepressible passion to live. Dead islands-volcanoes stick out in the middle of all oceans. But not all of these islands are inhabited. But people live on Easter Island. And they lived there, as they say, for a long time.
Polynesia and all of Oceania is a mysterious territory. On the one hand, on islands remote from each other, people live who speak languages close to each other. For example, Hawaii will understand you if you speak Tahiti or Tonga. 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 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.
The small town of Salento was built for gold. Gold was mined in Colombia and Peru, transported across the mainland to and taken to Europe. And now Salento was the very town that was built on the route of the golden caravan. To relax on the way among the local magical hills.
Gold from Colombia has already been taken away, but the town remains. The road that passed here is also no longer relevant. And isolated Salento is now attracting eco-tourists and coffee lovers, another Colombian gold. It is interesting that despite all this history, freshness and some kind of naivety remained in Salento. This is the 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 can not strain if you plan correctly. While they are all running to make it before the jeeps leave, you can wander along different trails, where there are no hummingbirds or palm trees, but still breathtakingly beautiful!
Several climatic zones at a time is also interesting to cover! Climbing from mountain rivers and waterfalls and plains to the rainforest, and then a dash to the snowy peaks of volcanoes - why not?
The high plateaus in the Andes on the territory of Bolivia are capable of capturing the imagination of even the most callous people. I have already written more than once that the landscapes of Bolivia seem to be lands of unearthly origin. And it always seems that here it is a real non-historical country. If something is happening here, it is only on a planetary scale. Exchanging for trifles is not Bolivian. There is no historical time here, only universal time.
Therefore, you can just watch, 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 extremeness - height and cold - Bolivia remains in the heart. Her faded but colorful landscape is remembered. 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 along the Andes to ancient city Choquequirao is indeed 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 has passed, and imperceptibly for myself, I realized - I again want to go this way 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 went 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 trip, there is an opportunity not only to overcome oneself and join the mysteries of history. Unique unity with nature, isolation from the usual digital world - that's the value of the track. No internet, no hotels - none of that in the Andes. There is only road, mountain and clouds. A backpack behind your back and you yourself - alone with yourself. Each step is like a whole journey.
Peru
The Sacred Valley of the Incas is known throughout the world. Still would! Who hasn't heard of in Peru? Probably everything! In addition to the famous lost city in the Sacred Valley there is still a huge number of monuments of Inca architecture - both well-known and not very well-known. Some of them are very easy to get to - they will take you by bus, train or taxi. And somewhere you can go only on foot along mountain crossings with a backpack over your shoulders. And you will have to rely only on yourself.
Once upon a time, very important events for the whole world took place in Peru. For there is no doubt that all ancient cities belong not just to the Inca culture, but to the entire planet. After all, the methods of construction and technology - all this was ahead of its time. Or our technological time is desperately not keeping up with the Peruvian one. Therefore, here again, as in the case of Bolivia, we can say that historical time does not exist in this country. Because the history of Peru does not fit into the history book. And what fits is bursting at the seams.
We will no longer be witnesses of what happened here during the Spanish conquest, but one can easily say that here history has been rewritten more than once. But the real history of Peru (and it would be the whole planet) remained in the stones. This is what the Sacred Valley is famous for.
Not far from Cajamarca, a city in northern mountains Peru, tiny Otuzco is located. It mainly attracts its visitors with the necropolis or Otuzko windows. Tourists come to look at the wall in which the burial chambers are carved 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, as it seemed to us, Otuzko conquers with its views.
Countryside, quite alpine landscapes, wandering or lying cows and amazing trees with soft green-silver leaves that grow only in the Andes - and tiny Otuzko will forever remain in my heart. So much so that from time to time I ask myself the question: maybe 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. It's all in Kimry.
A small town with not the best fame, but it opened up to us from a completely unexpected side. His houses go into the ground, the facades are not repaired. Everything is slowly falling apart. An entire era is buried in Kimry. And it is very interesting to walk along the poetic ruins.
But the most interesting thing about Kimry is the people. They still live in a reality that has certainly disappeared in Moscow. We have met people who care about the environment for no reason. One man with a sonorous surname Repin likes to sit with friends on the embankment and drink beer. However, this typical picture is suddenly embellished by the fact that once or twice a week this man goes to sweep the embankment, making sure that his company and other vacationers carry away the remnants of the feast. And who does not carry away, well, twice a week he cleans up on the embankment. On their own initiative. For free.
Kham Paeng Yark, Kammouan, Laos
For some reason, a veil of silence envelops the Wall. Many come by, stop by to take a few photos and leave. Obviously, they do not represent the scale and grandeur of what is before 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 on the very top of this high man-made wall and look at the beauty that stretches around! After all, in fact, we, people, are so accustomed that we have to tell 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 label. 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'm so excited to tell you all about this discovery! Open your eyes too! The world deserves to be looked at without judgment. The unclouded look will open for us much more wonders of the ancients!
There are magical places everywhere on our planet, and I will definitely find them.
Composition
In life, every person has favorite places where he periodically returns, regardless of his employment and opportunity. I also have these places. Each of these places is associated with something very important in my life, which I will never dare to cross out. In my native 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 each of its corners, each monument has its favorite time when it is completely revealed to us. Such a happy time for the Summer Garden 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 the most beautiful places in our city. That's the impression I had on my first visit. The most beautiful Summer Garden is in autumn. The leaves of the trees echo the gilded ornaments of the fence, the sprawling crowns of the trees burn hot in the transparent air. Pale yellow, amber, purple leaves lie on the naked marble shoulders of statues, on granite pedestals, picked up by the wind, dance in the alleys, rustle pleasantly underfoot.
Also in the Summer Garden, I really like the Summer House of Peter I. Peter I was very fond of 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 Saturn, the god of time, standing on the main avenue, seems to remind those entering the garden of the past centuries. The alleys, straight as if they were drawn along a ruler, 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, tree trunks are crowned with balls, cubes, 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
Stronger burns passion.
I love your berths so much
Cathedrals, parks and gardens,
I see 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 thus 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 world mark in the history of mankind.