My native village Belovskoye Was made by Yulia Kononenko Form 9 Belovskaya secondary school Belgorod district Belgorod region. - презентация
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My native village Belovskoye Was made by Yulia Kononenko Form 9 Belovskaya secondary school Belgorod district Belgorod region
MY HOLIDAY REPORT My summer holidays are over. I spent all my time in the village. And now I want to tell you about it. How it was great to get up not so early as usually! I could read books, help my mum about the house, go to the river and swim, bathe there. I could go to the forest to pick up berries, observe the birds and insects.
A quiet village My small village differs little from tens of other quiet villages of Russia. It cant boast any unusual sights or exotic landscapes. Everything is simple and quiet here.
Some facts about village It was founded in the middle of the XIX century. The village is situated on the bank of the Rasumenka river that flows into the Severskiy Donets. The population is about 1600 people. You can see a green countryside and beautiful Landscapes.
А part of a joined-stock company Agro-Sady Villagers work in the cattle- farms and in the fields. The farmers grow wheat, sunflower, beetroot and corn. The head of the company is Sergey Victorovich Todorov. The first collective- farm was organized in 1929 by a communist Komarov and named after Voroshilov.
The history of village is connected with the Great Patriotic War Our village was occupied by German fascists. There was a cruel and dangerous battle in Belovskoye, Yastrebovo and Myasoyedovo. The Komsomol underground group acted in Myasoyedovo. The leader of this group was Maria Ushakova. Young people passed through hardships and sufferings. So they fought heroically and showed heroism.
Glorious Heroes of our Land A lot of people died in this battle. 110 inhabitants didnt come back to the village again. We remember the heroes names, who gave their lives for our Motherland. In school museum you can see some exhibits where documents and private things are displayed.
After the War During the War the village was completely destroyed. There were no men. So women, elderly people and children began to rebuild the village. It was very difficult but all people worked with enthusiasm. From year to year Belovskoye became larger and nicer.
A primary school in Belovskoye In 1947 primary school was build. Lebedeva Matryona Afonasyevna and Andrey Mitrofanovich worked there. Matryona Afonasyevna remembered that it was a difficult time, children hadnt any copy- books, texts- books. Some children didnt go to school because of their poor clothes.
A new building of secondary school In 1977our new school was built. It had 2 floors. More than 227 pupils study at our school and 32 teachers work here. The director of the school is L.N.Tsybina.
Literary traditions Our village is rich by literary traditions. Every villager knows the name of famous poet V.S. Bukhanov. V.S. Bukhanov was born on the 16 th of June, in 1926 in our village in a peasant family. He was the author of different poems collections: Steppe Flowers, Severny Donets, Countrymen and others. His poem My sweet rural village became the anthem of Belovskoye.
The land of poets Another famous person lives in village. It is L.N. Nezhentseva. She was born on the 11 th of August, 1961 in Bogdanovka village, Novy Oskol region. In 1990 she entered Belgorod Teachers Training Institute to study psychology. Now she is talented poetess, the author of books: A Daily Candle, The Road to a Native House, A Wild Cherry-Tree. Lyudmila Nikolayevna works at Belgorod Regional Institute.
The beauty of the scenery The main feature of my village is extraordinary diversity and beauty of its scenery, the forest expanse and green glades bringing to mind the immense space of my Motherland. The green lawn carpets are punctuated here and there by small groves, tree clusters gaily bunched together.
My small Motherland My village is my home! Everything is mine, everything is native… It is the place, where I was born, where I became elder. I dont want to live anywhere else but at my village