An essay on the topic of my favorite place. My favorite place in the city is ours.
Abstract of GCD for drawing in senior group
The theme "My favorite place in the city"
Target: Continue to acquaint children with their small homeland.
Tasks:
Expand children's understanding of hometown Severomorsk;
Arouse in children a sense of admiration for the beauty of their hometown;
Learn to convey the image of the city in a drawing at any time of the year;
- develop creative imagination, a sense of composition, color.
Preliminary work: a city tour, viewing a photo album with views of the city, talks about the city of Severomorsk.
Material for the lesson: Sheets of paper, colored pencils.
Course of the lesson:
Educator: Guys, let's stand in a circle. Show your palms. Rub them together. What do you feel? (Warmly). This is the warmth of kind hands and kind souls.
Educator:: 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!
Surprising moment.
(Knock on the door) The teacher opens the door, Luntik enters 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 giving their last name, first name, patronymic).
Educator: Guys, Luntik lives on another planet and does not know anything about our city at all. Let's introduce him to our city.
For first, please answer me the questions:
1. What does the word Motherland mean? (Homeland is the country we live in.)
2. What does the word “small homeland” mean? (Small Homeland is the place where a person was born and raised.)
3. Our Motherland is called ... (Russia)
4. The inhabitants of Russia are called ... (Russians).
5. The President of Russia ... (V.V. Putin)
Guys, pay attention to the photos. (Photos with views of the city)
Look closely at the photos and tell me what they show. (Answers of children).
Educator: Guys, what is the name of the city in which we live?
Educator: There are a lot of cities and towns in the world. And today we will talk about our city Severomorsk, about the most beloved, about the most beautiful.
Educator: Please tell me what do you like about our city? (children's answers).
Educator: There are many streets in our city. And each street has its own name. What street do you live on? (children's answers). I live on the street…..
Educator: Guys, you walk the familiar streets every day. What buildings can be seen on the streets of our city? (Shops, post office, pharmacy, hospital, school, library, kindergarten).
Educator: Now let’s rest a little.
Fizminutka
We get up early in the morning
We see the city outside the window.
(show with hands to the window)
He woke up, he lives
Calls us to the street.
(walking in place)
There are different houses:
High and low
(put your hands up and down)
Far and near
(stretch out your arms and bring them closer to you)
Wooden, panel, brick,
(move with one hand as if we count)
It seems to be ordinary.
(shrug)
We live, we grow
In our native city.
(gradually rise on toes with raised hands and take etc.)
For someone - small, -
(show a small object with your hands)
And for us it is huge.
(raise your hands up and lower 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.
Educator: Guys, our Luntik is crying. What 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 friends, he is bored. Do you think we can help him? (children's answers).
See the city of Luntika. (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 with this.
Guess guys
You are about the city of riddles.
You will have to continue
Trains are noisy everywhere
And people go in all directions.
From all sides, from all ends,
Who is waiting for the trains to arrive
We invite the one to the hall,
What is called ... (Railway station)
You can omit the letter here,
Send a telegram,
Call by phone
On a business trip to mom.
You can buy an envelope here,
Send the parcel urgently,
Saying big 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,
Everybody goes to be treated
To our nursery ... (Hospital)
What is this wonderful house?
One hundred kids in the house
The house is very happy for the kids!
What is this? ... (Kindergarten)
If the refrigerator is empty,
Eat if there is nothing,
There is no bread, no cabbage,
There is no oil and buckwheat,
You come here soon
And take the basket
Buy whichever tastes better
In our (store)
It has amazing pictures,
The paintings are rare and delightful
But they 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).
Come on, we will draw our city and give it .
Lesson summary.
Educator: Well done, guys, what wonderful drawings you've got. 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 an adult, be sure to build your own beautiful and cozy homes.
Luntik thanks the children and promises with friends to build cozy and beautiful houses, courtyards, etc.
Educator: Guys, what did you like the most today.
For everyone there is a courtyard in which he grew up. Recently, in a lesson, we learned to write essays about our favorite place in the city. Some of the works turned out to be extremely uniform, some seemed to me interesting, open, kind and filled with love.
Imagine ... October ... The sun shines with oblique rays right in the pupils' notebooks ... Leaves rustle quietly outside the window, cars hum in the distance ... Noisy, but very friendly 5 "in" class has quieted down ... everyone writes about their beloved place ...
Osmanova Ravana:
I was born in Georgia. Georgia is very beautiful country, everything is interesting there. If you look at the streets from the window, you can see the indescribable beauty. I especially liked looking at the evening street. Darkness fell slowly, but the street was still busy with traffic and there was a lot of light. Cars drive along the roads, shops, trees, and even some houses are decorated with colorful bulbs. It was getting very festive. When you walk down the street and freeze, you can go to any store or house - it is always warm, cozy, beautiful and pleasantly smelling of baked goods there. For children, a lot of swings, horses, and other playgrounds have been made - all this creates comfort and becomes so joyful in the soul, so calm ...
Rukosueva Julia:
I love to visit my grandmother. She has a wonderful view from the window: you can see the stable, horses and railroad... My little sister loves to look out the window when the train rides. She starts waving her hand and smiling, and the whole family laugh at her ...
Petrova Maria:
I was sitting by the window and saw my neighbor Aunt Lyuba running from store to store, buying groceries. I heard how the neighbor's dog was waiting for its owner, she sometimes began to whine at the door and I felt very sorry for her. I heard the breeze blowing through the windows and saw how rays emanated from the sun in different directions. My favorite place is on my street. There the sun is shining brightly, the breeze is blowing softly, the birds are singing and the grass rustles as if in a whisper. This place has a playground that mesmerizes young children like a singing bird. I have a favorite tree there. It is located not far from my house and the windows of my room overlook exactly it. Maybe that's why I love him so much? I always have a shine on the window from the wet leaves of this tree. Sparrows can often be seen on the tree. They sing songs, and I sit quietly, hiding so as not to frighten them away. And I listen. When I ask my mother about my yard, she says that before there was nothing in it except this tree. And now a lot has changed, a playground has been built and a slide has been made for the kids, but my tree still pleases everyone with its life. I love my yard!
Talay Bogdan:
I was born in Medvezhyegorsk. There was a playground next to my house, and next to it there was a large wooden ship... My friend Maxim and I loved to go to an abandoned building. There were two floors and many different old military things were lying around. Once we found four gas masks. We also had a swing near the house. I loved to sit and read a book ...
Bugaeva Nastya:
The street of my childhood.
When I was little, my grandmother took me to the sandpit. Once I found a ring with a blue pebble there.
View from the window.
My house has nine floors. There are three windows overlooking my apartment. I like the view from the window in my room. I love to sit and look out of the window. Once I saw a boy helping his grandmother to get home.
You can see a birch tree from my window. In autumn, she is beautiful, she seems to have yellow earrings.
I listen to my city.
One summer I heard the rustling of leaves say to me: "Hello!" I looked down, but there was no one there. I was surprised. Is it autumn that has come?
Hometown panorama.
Once I went to the city center, there were a lot of people, our whole family went to the zoo. I saw a bear and other wild animals in cages. There are always many shops in the city center. There are also kind people there. I was even treated to ice cream. It was nice.
Tuyusova Vlad:
I live in a city with the wonderful name Petrozavodsk. In our city there are many different situations, both sad and funny. There are many beautiful and indescribable places in Petrozavodsk, which can be listed both day and night. But I'll tell you about one of my favorite places. This is my yard. I live on Antonov Street. The view from my window always makes me happy. I always want to jump when I see my friends out of the window. In my yard, the view is now like this: beautiful flying leaves, a blue gentle sky with light, like cotton-like clouds, an interesting playground. There are always a lot of guys ...
D. There are serious reflections, and Julia laughs. W.
Dina's composition
Lesson texts
How to end it?
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Homework ... Write an essay on the topic “ My favorite place on earth. "
Lesson 6. "My favorite place on earth"
Discussion of essays
Flowers, love, village, idleness,
Fields! I am devoted to you in my soul.
How often in sorrowful separation,
In my wandering destiny
Moscow, I was thinking about you!
A. Pushkin. Eugene Onegin
W. In which magazine did you write My Favorite Place on Earth?
D. To the magazine "Reflections on Life".
W. 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.
^ Essay Tanya
My favorite place on earth is our dacha. I always imagine our dacha is green, fun and summer. 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 at our dacha, and, most importantly, it is interesting, we have an attic and a hayloft in our dacha. In the attic we play a helicopter, and in the hayloft we play a ship. We have a lot of hay in the hayloft, and we use it to build cabins. We have a stove in our country house, and when it is heated, we always look. We bet: which piece of wood will burn faster.
It's a lot of fun in our dacha, and it's so fun for us only in the dacha. That is why this is my favorite place on earth.
^ W. What did you like the most about the composition?
W. And to me about the fact that the dacha always seems "green, fun and summer", "even in winter." A very interesting observation.
^ Essay Misha
My favorite place on earth is my Varshavka. This is what I call the place where I live. And I live near the Varshavskaya metro station. My mother 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. In the forest, lilies of the valley grew, the birds sang great. But at night I really wanted to go home to Varshavka.
I have been to Siberia as many as seven times. And for the eighth time, I will certainly go with great pleasure. There we live in a forest on the banks of the Ob. Everything is big there: the river, the trees, and even the grasshoppers are huge, like locusts. Squirrels run freely. And how mosquitoes bite! I really like it there. I could have lived there all my life if I had been 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, and 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 there were six lanes of cars on the highway.
Still, my favorite place is Varshavka. We have a great yard both in winter and in summer. And it's so good at home! I really love to sit at home alone, make all sorts of toys and play with them. I also like to drink tea with my mother in the evening and talk about life.
^ W. What did you like?
D. ...
W. And for me - the end: “And it's so good at home! I really love to sit at home alone, make all sorts of toys and play with them. I also like to drink tea with my mother in the evening and talk about life. "
^ Essay Alyosha
My favorite place on earth is probably my grandmother's apartment. I love waking up there the most. My grandmother lives on the 13th floor, and therefore in the morning it is foggy outside the window, freshness. And, in general, beauty always opens from the window there. In summer and spring, these are waves of greenery, tree crowns, green lawns, forest. In autumn, the greenery is replaced by ocher, crimson, and the bright yellowness of birches. In winter, there is pure white snow all around, and against its background the elegant, light walls of modern houses. This is so different from the boring, gray streets in the center where I live. There you feel trapped by houses, cars. And here, at my grandmother's, is also a city, but spacious and clean. Fresh air, silence.
I always have a good mood there. I visit my grandmother on weekends or on 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 it's always festive and interesting in my grandmother's house. Maybe because I manage to get out of the habit of books, toys, furnishings. And everything is here for me every time anew. And the 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. From this smell alone it becomes fun. And how beautiful it is in the evening outside the window - hundreds of lights in houses, and stars twinkle in the sky. It is especially beautiful on fireworks days.
Nothing can be seen from the window of our house on Mira Avenue - only the gray wall of the opposite house. And here - all of Moscow at a glance. Eight fireworks scatter their colored lights at once.
I really love to visit my grandmother, I love this apartment. Maybe also because I grew up here. They brought me here very little, here I learned to distinguish objects, people, took the first steps. This is my home.
^ W. What did you like?
D. ...
W. And I liked how Alyosha describes a weekend morning - “and then a special aroma of fresh bread spreads throughout the apartment. This smell alone makes it fun. "
^ Essay Ira
My favorite place on earth is Ilyinka. She somehow got natural to me. I've been living there for ten years. I like it with its quiet streets, beautiful houses, its surprises, its pond, which has been cleaned for five years now, cleaned and never cleaned.
But most of all I love the place where I lived for a very long time. This is an old house with no water or heating. But for some reason I like it the most. Maybe calmness, maybe the amount of mushrooms or trees. But most likely because Dymka lived there. This is a husky dog, recently he was 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 have taken place there, and especially since my mother wants to go south. But all the same, I will never forget our Ilyinka. I love her so much!
^ W. What did you like?
D. ...
But there are other works as well. For example, for Oli favorite place is the library.
I like to sit in the library in reading room... Quiet, quiet. So quiet, so quiet that you can hear the fly fly. You enter and immediately find yourself in a fairy-tale 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, as if you were 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, as if you were in a deep sleep.
It's good to sit in the library!
Quiet, quiet.
^ W. What did you like?
W. And to me: “And sometimes it happens, in the evening you leave the library and forget in which direction your house is, as if you were in a deep sleep”.
^ Essay Nastya
I have no such 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 classroom, I feel funny and sad. It's funny because some first-graders are studying where we just studied, but it's sad because I will never sit in a lesson in this class on the desk where I sat in recent months ...
I especially love the Black Sea, this vast 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 place than the USSR, there is no on our entire green and blue planet Earth.
^ W. What did you like?
D. ...
W. And me about 3 "a" - sad and funny to the author happens there - some other first-graders are sitting in a familiar room, and it is sad that it is no longer a native class studying there.
^ Essay Pavlik
At the end of September, I read that pike spawn in April. I took a special map and looked at which fish were. Time passed, and I had a ready-made map with detailed calculations in my hands, and I was going on a hike. Mom approved the whole thing, but said: "In April it is impossible, in April fishing for large fish is prohibited, and it will be cold in the tent in April."
Well, we agreed for the end of May. Dad came, and I showed him the map. And we agreed for the summer, when dad will be given a vacation.
From that day on I went to various shops, looking for gear and accessories for the hike.
And so, one day my dad says to me: “Where do you stagger every day? You had a stupid dream about the trip! " 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 point. No, all the time I was writing this essay, I imagined this place, which I hadn’t been to yet. Imagine: a night forest, a lake lit by the moon, a tent by the lake ...
^ D. I like it...
W. And I liked the ending: "Imagine: a night forest, a lake lit by the moon, a tent on the shore of the lake." The place the author dreams of.
^ Essay Lena
My favorite place on earth is the sofa in my brother's room. It's great to roll and jump on it. Once, when he was cheerful, I jumped so that my hand reached the ceiling.
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 so he is kind. I somersault on it, somersault, and for a somersault the next day in physical education they gave me a "5".
^ Essay Yuli
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 couch 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, tucked under the head of a stuffed dog Chizhik, and think about the big homework that I have to do. On the couch I study poetry, sometimes prose. When I was little, I liked the book by S. Simuyavicienė "Mischievous", and I only read it on the couch.
When I am healthy, the sofa beckons, caresses, and when I am sick, the sofa first comforts, and then begins to annoy. Often I lie down on the sofa, take my favorite book, sometimes daddy, look at the pages, and I myself think not about the book, but about skates or about fried mushrooms. I also write this composition on the couch.
^ D. (eagerly). This is a work of art. These are reflections on life (give a bet).
W. What was the basic tone of all the previous compositions? And what is the tone of Lena and Yulia?
^ D. There are serious reflections, and Julia laughs.
W. Do girls seriously write that their favorite place is the sofa?
D. No, with a smile.
W. If it’s funny, then it’s impossible to put it in Reflections on Life?
W. And if it is serious, then it is impossible to put fiction in the magazine?
W.(ZK) All these questions for the future: what belongs to journalism, and what to fiction. There are also "borderline" publicistic works that carry the features of artistry. We believe that these two works can be placed in an art magazine.
If time remains, you can continue reading children's works. For example:
^ Essay Dinah
When I lived in an old apartment, we had a village nearby. There was a pond in this village. I no longer had a native place on earth. Every time I went to a village called Nemchinovka.
Nemchinovka was a small town. There were many wooden houses in it, the shops were also collapsed and very cozy. Delicious sour cream was always sold in these shops. There were small fountains near the pond, and old women always sat near these fountains. And cars went there very rarely. There was a monument to the Unknown Soldier near the pond.
When I was walking with my parents from the store, there was a small forest on the right side. In this line stood an old man carved from wood. I always waited until we get to the old man, because a woodpecker or a squirrel or some other bird was sitting on it.
I remember everything, and it seems to me that this village was very large. But she was small, so it seemed to me when I was little.
I now live on new apartment... We also have a nearby Moskva River, beyond the Moskva River - a village. But for me this is someone else's place!
That's all.
Lesson 7. Folk songs
Repetition
| ^ LESSON TEXTS Russian folk songs. |
In life, every person has favorite places where he periodically returns, regardless of his employment and opportunities. I also have such places. Something very important in my life is connected with each of these places, which I will never dare to cross out. In my native St. Petersburg
I have a favorite place - the Summer Garden.
St. Petersburg is always good, in any weather and at any time of the year. But every corner of it, every monument has its own favorite time, when it unfolds before us to the end. It's such a happy time for the Summer Garden - the golden days of autumn. Colored by her ceremonial colors, he is solemnly thoughtful and dignified.
I love to walk around St. Petersburg, and the Summer Garden, in my opinion, is one of the best and beautiful places in our city. That was the impression I got on my first visit. The most beautiful Summer Garden is in autumn. The leaves of the trees echo the gilded
Fence ornaments, spreading tree crowns burn hot in the transparent air. Pale yellow, amber, purple leaves fall on the bare marble shoulders of statues, on granite pedestals, caught in 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 tsar usually lived from April to October-November. Most of the alleys of the Summer Garden are our history. The statue of the god of time, Saturn, standing on the main alley, seems to remind those entering the garden of the past centuries. Straight avenues drawn in a ruler are enclosed by dense green walls. In 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 whirling.
In your radiant arms
Passion burns harder.
I love your berths so much
Cathedrals, parks and gardens
I meet 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 grace. I want him 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 it will leave a world mark in the history of mankind.
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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 one hundred percent. Only we may not like our condition, 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 it is easy on our hearts. But is it not within our power to create such conditions to constantly and happily be in balance with the Universe?
It is not at all necessary to go where it is good. It is much more rewarding to create a wonderful 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 fine. Perhaps I coincide with the energy of these places by default. It is noticed that this is where I write easily and with inspiration. And that's not all, it is these cities that make their way to the pages of my stories 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 a matter of mountains or a rift (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, getting into a cute cozy Pai, you will have to go through trials and cleanse your life. For what “in ordinary life” would take years, a couple of months will be enough here. This does not mean that Pai grinds everyone with extreme cruelty. If there is no desire to change, Pai will let you go, you will simply leave.
Many people say that desires come true in Pai. Therefore, be careful with the wording. Everything happens quickly here. But in timelessness.
People with an inner thirst for change come here. And while the fire burns, turning into ash, they do not leave. With the birth of the Phoenix, a person is ready to enter the renewed world.
Pai from the height of your hills
Magic is happening in Pai. They say that too.
Tha Ton, Chiang Mai, Thailand
Taton is a very small town. So much so that they say about such people: "There is nothing to do here!" It is even smaller than Pai. And there are fewer tourists here. And what to watch? A nine-level temple on the mountain? And then? That's it, it's time to get on the bus and leave.
The most interesting thing begins exactly later. When everything has already been done, the whole mountain is ridden, then you just need to close your eyes and feel. Nothing will change around. All the hills will 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 flawlessness.
Ella, Uva, Sri Lanka
Sri Lanka has many faces: playful, stern, lazy and relaxed, indignant and naughty. In the very heart of the mountainous province of Uva, I found another face: Ella seemed to me a jewel, calmly and with dignity realizing her uniqueness. Ella does not need to lure tourists to her, they come here themselves, buying the opportunity to arrange trekking in the surrounding hills. To whom the measured and unhurriedness seems to be an expensive luxury, do not linger here. And why? Ahead of them await the conquest of peaks, photographs 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, drink tea and bang on the 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 makes the chest overflow with unnecessary importance. The biggest thing to do in Ella can be the walk to the roadside shrine. Put flowers there and say a kind word for the travelers who are circling along the mountain serpentine somewhere below.
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Hawaii, USA
A very common phrase that Hawaii (or any other tropical island) is a paradise on earth, unexpectedly, in fact, turns out to be true. Banal, predictable and blamelessly honest. This truth knocks down like powerful ocean waves, and envelopes like warm water, which floods the legs at high tide and playfully leaves, leaving the feet to drown in soft sand.
Each of the Hawaiian Islands is unusual in its own way, each has its own and common rich story... No wonder the most famous Hawaiian, gentle giant Israel Kamakavivoole treated his country with undisguised trepidation. He praised her beauty and the 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 gentleness can be born out of this love. Such as the Hawaiian hula dance. The girls' hips float on the waves, their necks and hair are adorned 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 watching the play of nature and knowing that he is a part of the Universe.
Safed, Mehoz Hatzafon, Israel
In the Northern District of Israel, among the fluffy hills is the small town of Safed. Despite its proximity to the border with Lebanon, from where and where deadly missiles fly, the city lives as if it does not notice the wars waged by the state. He keeps aloof. 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 fulfilled his work in the formation of the state, humbly and calmly is proud of it. And he stays where he is most comfortable. In the 16th century.
The mysticism and mysteries of the Caballa are all that interest this city. When the ancestors of today's inhabitants had to flee the Iberian Peninsula in search of a better life, they found this life. Right here. And time stood still. Yes, many now have iPhones, but they are still only interested in righteousness and law observance. Studying, thinking and applying in practice what the rabbis themselves once wrote here in Safed (Shulchan Aruch and commentaries on the Torah, for example!) - this is the life of the city.
From the main hill you can see everything - the sea, and hostile Lebanon and the unfortunate Mount Hermon. Yes, only this does not interest anyone. 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 ancient Hebrew belongs) the name is translated as "fragrant" or "moon". The Arabic language also insists on "flavor." But for the Canaanite-speaking people, 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 oldest city in the world, according to avaricious scientists, who gave it 11 thousand years. And so far it is indeed the most ancient city officially recognized.
Jericho is located at 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 not even ruins. Only historical 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 it. In my heart.
Sicily, Italy
The Phoenicians are known to have been navigators, the Vikings of their time (or the Vikings became 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 have gone so far that modern man does not even see the kinship between peoples. The Phoenicians spread their writing system all over the world, and we still use it today.
They made it to Sicily. Main city Palermo in ancient times was called Sis, "flower" in translation from Phoenician. Then the Greeks came here and brought their culture, brought poetic orderliness, replacing the wild passion of the Phoenicians. The Romans, on the other hand, subordinated everyone to their harsh 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 puff pastry seasoned with sweet cream. And now it is only really good in unity, and not dismantled into ingredients.
Indianapolis, Indiana, USA
Indianapolis, located right in the middle of Indiana, was truly a dream city for 19th century Americans. Its precise layout (architect Alexander Ralston, together with Pierre Lefant, also built Washington) is amazing. Precision and streamlining are key features. Like Moscow, Indianapolis radiates out from the central Monument to Soldiers and Sailors (The Circle Monument). It is a circle that attracts energy from all over the state. In the United States, the city is known as the "Crossroads of America", all important roads converge here. One square mile - this is how Indianapolis saw its creator. But I think there was always a thought about development. And the city naturally grows without disrupting the layout. Perfect place for life.
Despite the name, the Indians are no longer here. Miami (not to be confused with modern) and the Delaware were evicted by 1820 just before construction began. But now the city is considered the most tolerant in the States. And even a little proud of their good qualities... One of the most famous "big boys" (yes, that's what the people of Indiana are called, and they are actually ALL tall!) The writer Kurt Vonnegut loved to laugh at. Snide from the excessive seriousness of his fellow citizens, Vonnegut nevertheless describes Indy best in his books.
Indianapolis also lives on my pages, as a secret place where you are always expected. A city-circle, it reveals all the problems at a glance or hides them, dizzy. Every circle will ever turn into a spiral. It's all about personal choice.
California, USA
Everyone dreams of California - beaches and warm sunshine, a beautiful life and a career in Hollywood. Being born in California is a great fortune, even for Americans. But if this did not work out, then US residents in droves go to the southwest, trying to fill their voids.
I also dream of California. O Pacific and about beautiful nature: O 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 character here. Neither Shakespeare's tragedies nor 20th Century Fox will ever compare to what nature can show.
I dream of California, a mysterious world hidden in daylight. I see the mysterious treasures of the extreme west, the tartar of our civilization ("tar" for the Greeks was the west, and "tartare" 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 more than just 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 meet giant sequoia trees. Most of the tourists ride in the appropriate national park or in and looks the most voluminous sequoia, and I liked the coastal sequoias, the highest. These are majestic and immense trees for thought.
And in Southern California grow unique and surprisingly diverse in shape joshua three. 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 middle of desert landscapes gives the most powerful weapon - the freedom to be yourself.
And the same can be said for the other two wonders located on opposite sides of the Sierra Nevada. Kings Canyon National Park and Death Valley. All this, by some miracle, 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. Testing by gold, copper pipes in Hollywood. What remains is the test of self-preservation. Why not?
Arizona, USA
According to the bold remark of Emir Kusturica, it is customary to dream in Arizona. Arizona is different. These are huge and unusual canyons of the north, pine trees and mountains of the center and deserted Sonora in the south. And somewhere in the midst of all this diversity, you can find yourself a place where you can sit down and fly your dream skyward like a kite.
Once upon a time a guest from space came to 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 across the state, devoting their lives to the construction of their plans. Whether it be fragile houses in Wupatki or dwellings built in the hollows of a high mountain, whether dinosaurs or fossilized trees are buried, there is enough room for everyone. Is not it so?
Those who have not mysteriously left keep the canyons and charge the aliens, believing that this is fair and will compensate for the damage that the white people have done to them. Now the Indians play by the white rules. In my opinion, now almost everyone in the world is Americans. Or the new Romans. And yet, in Arizona, you can find a place to hide from civilization.
Washington, USA
The evergreen state, so similar in its landscapes to the northern latitudes of Russia, conquered me instantly. Everything is clear and close. There is no place for surprise when you see something unusual and unusual. Here everything is its own, cozy.
We made several treks to the mountains and volcanoes of Washington DC and still remember how it felt free to walk around Rainier or along Hurricane Ridge.
Do not think that the state is just covered with evergreen trees, and this is its trick. This is a surprisingly diverse area. There is a rain forest in Olympic Park, lakes with breathtaking color of water, peaks of mountains with an amazing shape. Washington can be studied for a long time and it is worth devoting a lot of time to it. Traveling slowly along the roads of Washington with an eternal smile and stopping for the night with a tent - is this not 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. Alone standing mountain, around which unthinkable legends have developed, and the emergence of which scientists cannot explain so plainly, cannot fail to attract attention. Although, on the other hand, what is it about her? Stands, rises. And that's all. You can drive by, marvel and rush on, forgetting about the tower in a couple of seconds!
However, we deliberately made a detour for the sake of this wonderful mountain, although we are not climbers who like to test ourselves by climbing to the top of the mountain. And we were right: it was worth coming here! A sacred place for the Indians appeared as the guardian 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 made the earth part and release a unique mountain out. And you know, I want to come back again and again walk around the Devil's Tower.
Isla de Pascua, Chile
To imagine a place inhabited by people far, far in the middle of the ocean is possible only in romantic dreams. However, there are such islands on the planet, maybe left over from the sunken land, or maybe surfaced in their irrepressible passion to live. Dead island volcanoes stick out in the middle of all the 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, in Hawaii you will be understood if you speak the language of 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 turbulent Pacific Ocean.
And there, on this distant, distant 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 so Salento was the very town that was built on the route of the golden caravan. To relax on the way among the magical local hills.
Gold from Colombia has already been taken away, but the town remained. The road that passed here is also no longer relevant. And the isolated Salento now attracts eco-tourists and coffee lovers, another of Colombia's gold. It is interesting that despite this whole story, freshness and some kind of naivety remained in Salento. This is the very place where you can come with a pure heart (and with a tent it is still desirable!) And be alone with nature. Even a large number of tourists may not be annoying if you draw up a plan correctly. While they all run to catch up with the jeeps leaving, you can wander along different paths, where there are no hummingbirds or palm trees, but it is still breathtakingly beautiful!
It is also interesting to cover several climatic zones at a time! The ascent from mountain rivers and waterfalls and plains to a rain forest and then a dash to the snowy peaks of volcanoes - why not?
The high plateaus in the Andes in 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 ahistorical country. If anything happens here, it is only on a planetary scale. It is not Bolivian to waste your time on trifles. There is no historical time here, only universal.
Therefore, you can simply observe, since you are so lucky to be among these landscapes, where only extremophile microorganisms live and flamingos arrive to the delight of tourists.
But despite its extreme - high and cold - Bolivia remains in the heart. Its faded but colorful landscape is remembered. And you always think about how to return to the streets of La Paz with its unsightly houses, how to freeze again in the Salvador Dali valley or spend the night in a salt hotel.
Trek across 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 will think for a long time about starting a similar journey again. And almost a year passed, and imperceptibly for myself, I realized - I want to go this way again to the fabulous Choquequirao!
And this trip to one of the last refuge of the Inca aristocracy is rather difficult. It can be assumed that mountain crossings were not difficult for the Incas, they were worn 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 an altitude of 1700 meters, and then wandered through the labyrinth of one of the Andean lost cities.
During the hike, there is an opportunity not only to overcome oneself and join the mysteries of history. A unique unity with nature, isolation from the usual digital world - this is the value of the track. No internet, no hotels - none of this is in the Andes. There is only a road, a mountain and clouds. The backpack is behind your back and you are alone with yourself. Each step is like a whole journey.
Valle Sagrado, Peru
The sacred valley of the Incas is known all over the world. Still would! Who hasn't heard of in Peru? Probably everything! Besides the famous lost city in the Sacred Valley there are still a huge number of monuments of Inca architecture - both famous and not so much. Some are very easy to get to - they will take you by bus, train or taxi. And somewhere you can only walk along the mountain passages with a backpack on your shoulders. And you will have to rely only on yourself.
Once upon a time, very important events took place in Peru for the whole world. After all, there is no doubt that all ancient cities belong not only to the Inca culture, but to the entire planet. After all, construction methods and technologies were ahead of their time. Or our tech time is desperately falling behind Peruvian. 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 textbook. And what fits in is bursting at the seams.
We will no longer be witnesses of what happened here during the Spanish conquest, but we can easily say that history has been rewritten here more than once. But the real history of Peru (and it would become the entire planet) remained in stones. This is what the Sacred Valley is famous for.
Not far from Cajamarca, a city in the northern mountains of Peru, is tiny Otuzco. Basically, it attracts its visitors with the necropolis or windows of Otuzko. 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 at the later stages of its existence, it seemed to us that 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 the heart. So much so that from time to time I ask myself a question: can I come here and live?
Most often we go to Kimry. Just 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 gradually collapses. An entire era was buried in Kimry. And walking through the poetic ruins is very interesting.
But the most curious 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 environment just. One man with a sonorous surname Repin likes to sit with friends on the embankment and drink beer. However, this typical picture is suddenly decorated with the fact that once or twice a week this man goes to sweep the embankment, making sure that his company and other vacationers take away the remains of the feast. And who does not take away, well, twice a week he cleans up the embankment. On their own initiative. Is free.
Kham Paeng Yark, Kammouan, Laos
For some reason, a veil of silence envelops the Wall. Many come by, drop in to take some photos and leave. Obviously, they do not represent the scale and grandeur of what is in front of their eyes.
The height of the wall is 16 meters!
This is truly a Cyclopean masonry built by the ancient inhabitants of Laos!
But how amazing it is to stand at the very top of this high man-made wall and look at the beauty spreading around! Indeed, we, people, are so accustomed that we have to tell everything in detail, prove everything, and only after that we will 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 so far.
And I am so happy to tell you all about this discovery! Open your eyes too! The world deserves to be looked at without judging. An unclouded look will open for us much more ancient wonders!
There are magical places everywhere on our planet, and I will definitely find them.
