Project “My city is the best city on Earth”
https://yadi.sk/d/wVL-lpShMWSG3 Competition of student research projects on the topic: “My city is the best city on Earth”
Completed by: 8A class student Morozova Anastasia MBOU “Secondary School No. 23” in Engels, Saratov Region.
Head: Svetlana Alekseevna Safronova (teacher of foreign languages and art)
The goal of the project is to conduct a short distance trip and compose a story-essay. The project allows students to get acquainted with the history of the city, its formation and development; study your hometown and famous people in more detail; teaches how to use research work; helps broaden the student’s horizons; formation of civil-patriotic feelings and instilling respect and love for the native land.
Project directions:
conduct a short correspondence trip and compose a story-essay about the famous sights of your city, discover something new and surprising; talk about the lives of wonderful fellow countrymen: collect material about the life and activities of famous people of your city,
show famous excursion routes around your city or develop your own educational and tourist route. Present the project in the form of a presentation or make a video. Tell us about the most important and interesting things,
about what you are proud of, what you love, where you visit most often!
Story-essay by 8th grade student Anastasia Morozova.
I was born and live in the city of Engels, which was previously called Pokrovsky. Maybe my city is one of those many settlements in our country that are somewhat similar to each other. But for me the city of Engels is the dearest, the best city on earth. He is dear to me for his unique past, present and, of course, future.
Why is he the best for me? I have been to many cities in Russia: Moscow, Nizhny Novgorod, Kazan, but I always happily returned home to my Engels. This is my home, this is my family, this is my friends.
I have already said that the city is dear to me for its history. The history of each city is unique, and the history of our city is unique. Engels' symbol is a bull carrying a bowl of salt on its back. People coming to our city for the first time initially think that this is a symbol of a meat processing plant. But that's not true. Our city was founded as Pokrovskaya Sloboda in 1747. By decree of Empress Catherine, the second Chumakov cab drivers carried salt from Lake Elton on oxen. Precisely on oxen, because horses could not withstand such hard work. In 1894, after the opening of the railway, the city turned into a large market in the Volga region. In 1931, Pokrovskaya Sloboda was renamed Engels and became part of the Samara province.
Do you know that our city was the capital? No, not countries, of course. From 1922 to 1941, Pokrovsk-Engels was the capital of the Volga Germans. Also in my city such famous and well-known people were born as: writer Lev Abramovich Kassil, author of the famous “Shvambrania”; composer Alfred Schnittke; actor Sergei Baryshev; pilot-cosmonaut Yuri Shargin. And I'm proud of it.
Where did the world's first astronaut land? Everyone knows that Yuri Gagarin landed near our city. After the meeting, he was brought to our Flying Town. He walked along the same paths to the Officers' House in the Flying Town that I walk along. And how nice it is when every year on Cosmonautics Day many famous people and just guests come to our city to visit the landing site of the first cosmonaut.
And what about the “night witches” during the Great Patriotic War? These were simple girls on cardboard planes, who terrified the Nazis with their night flights and shooting accuracy. It was here, in my home and beloved city, that Marina Raskova taught girls how to fly airplanes. A street in the city is named after Marina Raskova.
The city has many places of interest: the Lev Kassil Museum, the Mylnikov Art Gallery, the operetta theater, and the beautiful Boulevard of Roses.
And our city is located on the banks of the beautiful great Volga River. It is beautiful both in summer and winter.
Today Engels is an educational and research center. The Volga Research Institute of Hydraulic Engineering and Land Reclamation, the Engels Technological Institute of the Saratov State Technical University, and the Volga Cooperative Institute of the Russian University of Cooperation are located here. I believe that my city, with its unique history and interesting events, has a wonderful, bright future.
Engels is the best city on Earth! This is my city, this is my homeland!
My favorite city - essay
Everyone has their own friend. Friends are different. There are friends - books or buildings in your favorite city.
Option 1 – St. Petersburg
Our town! He is beautiful, poetic, he is magical at night, he is beautiful in the morning. My city is my friend, I love it as a person. When I feel very, very bad, I go to the streets of my city... St. Petersburg...
My Petersburg is an openwork maple leaf fluttering on the granite of the Fontanka, warmed by the autumn sun; these are the old steps of the Mikhailovsky Castle, through the deep cracks of which blades of grass scorched by the sun make their way; this is the barely audible echo of heels on the bright, sun-striving (so elegant!) street of Zodchego Russia...
My Petersburg is the first shining puddle on the dark palm of the square, the water in it reflects the golden sparkles of the good Isaac... He raises his dark columns above the square - large, beautiful... Through the patterned bars of his high windows the river sparkles with blue waves.
Under the cooing of pigeons and the inaudible splash of the Neva, I slowly, thoughtfully walk around the square... When I walk along your straight streets, my city, when I plunge into the gold of your parks and squares, my city, I feel with my whole being how dear you are to me, my my most faithful friend, my city...
And these gray houses with stucco balconies, and old lanterns on small bridges over canals, and sun spots on the cobblestones of quiet streets, and the dim arches of old houses; and there, if you enter the fragrant gloom of the courtyard and raise your head, you will see a bright blue square of the autumn sky falling high, high on you; and the last tight buds of carnations in red baskets on the asphalt clean from the rain, and the cold cast iron of the lace lattice of the bridge - everything is so sadly beloved, everything is so achingly close...
My Petersburg is the flickering glare of the last gentle rays on Pushkin’s hand at the Russian Museum, it is the restrained noise of voices, the breath of perfume and the rustling of dresses in the opera, when another moment of trembling anticipation - and the chandeliers solemnly go out, the sounds of the overture sound...
Like all good things, the performance quickly ends, the last spectators leave, the large lanterns above the entrance to the fairy-tale world go out, the square becomes empty, it’s already very late... Only one person’s footsteps can be heard on the deserted streets.
I come closer to him and in the dim light I see the tired, melancholy look of his eyes, the wind scattered strands of his brown-amber curls across his high, beautiful forehead, his lips slowly move in time with his steps, uttering melodious phrases: “Among this mysterious vulgarity, say, What should I do with you?
Incomprehensible and unique, like a smoky blue fan.” I love my city because it keeps the warmth of his hand on its granite walls.
My Petersburg is a volume of Blok’s poems on the bench of the most remote alley of the park, my favorite poems there are laid out with yellowed openwork maple leaves that Smell of Petersburg...
Option 2 – Rostov-on-Don
My favorite city is Rostov-on-Don. It is located on the right bank of the Don River. My city is often called the “gate of the Caucasus” because trade routes to the Caucasus go through it.
The city is home to more than a million residents. It consists of eight territorial units - districts. My city is warm and gentle in the summer and snowy and frosty in the winter. The city was awarded the title “city of military glory.”
One of the special places in my city is the theater square. It houses the largest observation wheel in the south of Russia. There is also a theater named after Maxim Gorky, it is made in the form of a caterpillar tractor, for which it has become famous throughout the world, and a smaller copy of it is kept in the London Museum of World Architecture.
Also in the city, the ancient Armenian church “Surb-Khach” is in particular demand. She is over 200 years old. At its foot there is a spring in which people bathe all year round.
In 2022, six FIFA World Cup matches were held on the left bank of the Don at the new 45,000-capacity Rostov Arena stadium. Brazilians, Swiss, Croatians, Icelanders, Mexicans, Koreans, Belgians and Japanese came here. It was a real celebration of football.
I love my city because I grew up here, I know every street, every alley of my city. I have warm memories from childhood associated with this or that place. He is very handsome and friendly. He is multinational. It is cultural and fascinating. This is my favorite city!
Option 3 – Sevastopol
The city in which I live has a very long, rich and heroic history. This is a city of ships and anchors, a city of salty wind and spacious embankments.
I live in a city glorified in many wonderful songs, sung in the books of such famous writers as Alexander Green, Konstantin Paustovsky. My favorite writer Vladislav Krapivin also wrote a lot about him.
Often, walking along familiar streets, I imagine myself as the hero of another Krapivinsk book. After all, I am the same tanned boy with scratched knees and sun-bleached hair, like many of the tomboys who have left the pages of Krapivin’s works.
My town is very beautiful. He has his own character. At first glance, he seems serious and unapproachable, like an honored warrior in a ceremonial uniform, whose chest is hung with ringing orders and medals.
But in fact, like all real soldiers, my city is cheerful and very kind, because good and sympathetic people live in it. Very, very many good people!
You probably guessed where I live? My city bears the glorious name of Sevastopol. And I love him very much.
