Russia is our Motherland. What do we call the Motherland? And the birches along which the House where you and I live, Next to mom we walk

Dear Guys! You were born in a country called Russia! You are Russians! Russia is a huge country! It spread freely from the snow and ice of the Far North to the southern seas. We have high mountains, deep rivers, deep lakes, dense forests and endless steppes. There are also small rivers, light birch groves, sunny meadows, gullies, swamps and fields. Russia is located immediately in Europe and Asia.

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What do we call the Motherland?The house we live in! "

Questions:

What country were you born in?
What country are you a citizen of?
Do you know the capital of Russia?
What military town do you live in?

We are proud of our great Motherland, its nature, its hardworking and talented people. But each of us has our own Little Homeland - that corner of the earth where you were born, where you spent your childhood, where your parents and friends live, where your home is. For some, a small homeland is a small village or village, for others - a city street and a cozy green courtyard with a swing, a sandpit and a wooden slide.

In a word, everyone has their own small homeland!

Small Homeland.

Small Motherland -

An island of earth.

Currants under the window,

The cherry blossoms have bloomed.

Curly apple tree,

And under it is a bench -

Affectionate small

My motherland!

I think I will not be mistaken if I say that many of you have your own favorite green meadow near your house or by the lake. Here, under the supervision of your mother or grandmother, you play with friends, admire the first spring flowers, watch the leisurely flight of an important bumblebee or a variegated butterfly.

When you become adults, memory will surely return you to the serene days, to the sunny meadow of your childhood.

Glade of childhood.

Glade of childhood! How far are you ...

Only in my memory you have survived:

With a winding overgrown river,

With a weeping willow that bent over her.

With a high silky spikelet

With the innocent look of a white daisy

With a cozy snail house.

We all have a glade of childhood.

The crumbs are frolicking on it,

Joy hovers over her, laughter flows.

There are bright sources of our life in it!

Questions:

Tell us about your childhood glade.
What flowers grow on it?
What trees and bushes surround it?
What games do you play with your friends in this clearing?

Why do you think childhood is called "the morning of life"?

Right! Because Morning is the beginning of the day, and childhood is the beginning of life. The child has a whole life ahead! With her discoveries and joys, difficulties and worries. Childhood is the most carefree and happiest time of life. Maybe that's why they call him "golden" ?!

"Golden childhood"

Why do we call

Is our childhood golden?

Because we play

Having fun and being naughty.

Because it surrounds

We are taken care of by the family

Because they adore

We are family and friends!

Questions:

Why is childhood called "the golden time of life"?
Tell us about the most interesting and memorable events of your childhood.
What poems, songs, stories about childhood do you know?

Working with pictures:

from the series "Conversations on Pictures" by LB Fesyukova. (Set of visual aids -X. Publishing house "Ranok", 2007)

Picture # 1

How are the children dressed? What are they holding in their hands?
Who do you think the guys are greeting so solemnly?
And on which river is the city of Saratov?
Have you seen this river? What is she like?
What do you think, is there something in common between the words "parents" and "Motherland"?
What do you especially like about our town?

Physical minute: (children show all movements with their hands)

"There is a lump on the stump

What a little animal?

He reveals the thorns,

Yawns very widely

Washes the face

And ruffles his bangs! "

Picture number 2

How are the children in the picture alike and how are they different?
How do children play? Into what?
Can black skin or an unusual name interfere with children's friendship?
What can a girl give them goodbye?

Exercise: "We will keep everything beautiful on the planet"

Children tell what they would have saved on our planet Earth.

Fresh air
Transparent rivers
Blooming glades
Eared meadows
Age-old forests
Birds and beasts
Springs and lakes

Today we have a very important meeting with you, dear guys! We will have to discuss and accept with you"Rules of a Real Citizen"which won't:

To annoy people;
Home and city to offend;
Jump and jump in the apartment;
Scream in a loud voice;
Open the door with your foot
Play buttons in the elevator;
And paint on the walls;
To throw litter on the street;
Follow the traffic rules.

Travel - game: "Around the world" (Exercise on the world map)

Moving a stool to the wall,

He quickly climbed on it,

To the world map in colorful cells

Show interest.

I'll walk through Antarctica

I will conquer the South Pole.

What for? - ask me.

I'll feed the penguins there!

Goodbye, miracle - countries,

Burma, India, good-bye!

African savannah,

Meet me now!

Atlantic waters

I watch barely breathing

Past the Statue of Liberty

Coming soon to the USA.

On the way, by the way,

A park called Disneyland.

I really want to visit

In the world of fairy tales and legends.

N. Grigorieva.

Creative Activity: "What Are You Proud Of?"

Draw what you are proud of in your town? Tell us where you would like to go during your holidays? Why?

We all sing together previously learned song:"Wider circle"

"The sun and spring are friends,

The stars and the moon are friends

Ships are friends at sea,

Children of the whole Earth are friends ... "

THE SNOWFLAKES ARE SO BEAUTIFUL AND LIGHT AS PERFECT IN THE CHAMOMILE PETALS, AS ON THE BOARD A LINE WRITTEN IN CHALK, WE TALK NOW ABOUT THE COLOR: ....... COLORED THEM IN: ……. (BLUE) RUSSIA HAS BEEN HAVING A LOT OF WARS AND OUR GRANDFATHER DID WONDERFUL AND THE FAITHFULNESS TO THE MOTHERLAND BRINGED THEM UNDER THE BANNER OF VICTORY BRIGHTLY… .. (RED) In order to understand what the colors of our flag mean, I suggest you do a little task. From the verse passages, determine what color they are talking about and try to understand what it means.

1. Russia is our sacred state, Russia is our beloved country. Mighty will, great glory - Your property for all time! Chorus: Glory, our free Fatherland, the age-old union of fraternal peoples, Ancestors given the wisdom of the people! Glory country! We proud of you! 2.From the southern seas to the polar edge Our forests and fields are spread out. You are the only one in the world! You are the only one - the native land protected by God! Chorus: 3. A wide scope for dreams and for life The coming years open to us. We are given strength by our loyalty to the Fatherland. So it was, so it is and it will always be so! Chorus: Anthem of Russia Music - Georgy Alexandrov, new text - Sergei Mikhalkov.

If for a long, long, long time In the plane we fly. If we look at Russia for a long, long, long time, Then we will see And forests and cities, Oceanic expanses, Ribbons of rivers, lakes, mountains ... We will see a distance without an edge, Tundra, where spring is ringing, And then you will understand what Our homeland is large, Vast country.

In the Caucasus, they love Music and dancing. On horseback dzhigits Gallop without fear. In the Caucasus, they love to make jewelry. Local villages are famous for their minting. In the Caucasus, they like to Drink kefir-ayran. She puts on a burka. On a long journey, the shepherd. Sweet grapes are loved in the Caucasus. Here the host is glad to the guest, As a family. In the Caucasus

It hums in a forest hut, In cities among the steppes ... From it, Pushkin often regaled his friends with tea. The commander, Prince Suvorov drove him with him. Our samovar smelled gunpowder, I saw the fortress of Izmail. He hums without getting tired, Two hundred years in a row. Samovar is a living soul - Friend of fun, brother of a fairy tale.

Russia is my Motherland, you are beautiful and multifaceted. Your fields, forests, meadows And glare on the river plain I praise! The Russian Federation consists of 21 republics, 7 territories, 48 regions, one autonomous region, 9 autonomous regions. Russia is a multinational country.

Russia is a great country with a rich and glorious history. We are citizens of a multinational country who should be proud of our country, its traditions and cultural heritage. Love and defend your Motherland in times of danger. You are the children of Russia - you are the hope and future of our country. Jew and Tuvan, Buryat and Udmurd, Russian, Tatar, Bashkir and Yakut. There is a big family of different nations, and we should be proud of this as friends. Our common home is called Russia, let everyone in it be comfortable. We will overcome any difficulties, and only in unity is the strength of Russia.

Target: Develop children's interest in the history and traditions of their country.

Software content:

· To acquaint children with the concepts of Motherland, Fatherland, to form in children a feeling of love for their native country.

· Arouse interest in the present, past and future of Russia.

· To consolidate the knowledge of children about the state symbols of Russia.

· To consolidate the knowledge of children about the nature of Russia, about Russian folk instruments, about folk craftsmen.

Preliminary work:

Create slides about Russia, about nesting dolls;

Learn poems: "What we call the Motherland" V. Stepanov,

"Birch" by S. A. Vasiliev and a poem about the coat of arms with children;

Applied technologies: communicative, playful, health-preserving.

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Municipal budgetary preschool educational institution kindergarten number 9

Municipal Formation Goryachy Klyuch

Abstract of direct educational activities in the educational area "Cognition" in the preparatory group

Topic: “What do we call the Motherland”.

Completed by: Koretskaya K.A.

Educator MBDOU

Kindergarten number 9

G. Goryachy Klyuch

Target: Develop children's interest in the history and traditions of their country.

Software content:

To acquaint children with the concepts of Motherland, Fatherland, to form in children a feeling of love for their native country.
Arouse interest in the present, past and future of Russia.
To consolidate the knowledge of children about the state symbols of Russia.
To consolidate the knowledge of children about the nature of Russia, about Russian folk instruments, about folk craftsmen.

Preliminary work:

Create slides about Russia, about nesting dolls;

Learn poems: "What we call the Motherland" V. Stepanov,

"Birch" by S. A. Vasiliev and a poem about the coat of arms with children;

Applied technologies:communicative, playful, health-preserving.

Equipment and materials:

Using a multimedia device (slide show), illustrations with views of native nature, reading material - "My first book about Russia" by T.Koti. Globe and map of Russia, flag and coat of arms of Russia; musical instruments (accordion, balalaika), recording of playing the accordion and balalaika, nesting dolls, matryoshka silhouettes, audio recording "You live my Russia"

The course of the lesson.

The song "You live my Russia" is played

Educator: Guys, what do we call the word "Motherland"? How do you understand?

(Answers of children).

Educator: That's right, we live in a country with an amazingly beautiful name - "Russia"! There are many wonderful countries on Earth, people live everywhere, but Russia is the only, extraordinary country, because it is our Motherland. And what is Motherland? Homeland means native, like mother and father. Homeland is the place where we were born, the country in which we live, where our loved ones live, where our great-grandmothers and great-grandfathers lived. Homeland is not chosen, it is given to a person from birth. Listen to a poem about the Motherland.

What do we call the Motherland?
The house where you and I live
And birches along which
We are walking next to my mother.
What do we call the Motherland?
A field with a thin spikelet
Our holidays and songs
Warm evening outside the window.
What do we call the Motherland?
All that we cherish in our heart
And under the blue sky - the blue Flag of Russia over the Kremlin!
(V. Stepanov)

Educator: The place where a person was born - a city, a village, a village - is called a small homeland. Wherever life takes you, in whatever distant cities of our country you live, you will always remember with a warm feeling your small homeland, the city where you were born, where your childhood passed. Each person has another homeland. The motherland is also our great great country, Russia! Our big motherland is our country - Russia. And we are all Russians. The homeland is forests, rivers, seas, mountains, steppes, proud. Russia is the biggest country in the world. Look at the map, what a huge territory our Motherland occupies.

Each country has its own history; people who glorified her; troops to protect the people; their traditions. And each country has its own president. Who is the President of the Russian Federation? (Putin Vladimir Vladimirovich).

Educator: The Russian people have added many proverbs and sayings about the Motherland. Let's recall some of them.

There is no land more beautiful than our Motherland!

Do not spare your life or strength for your Motherland.

A person has one mother - one and one Motherland!

Who is a mountain for the Motherland - He is a true hero!

Educator: All these proverbs teach us good, love for the Motherland, the desire to protect it from enemies.

Educator : Guys, our country has its own symbols. Let's remember these symbols with you. (Answers of the children). Correctly, this is the anthem, coat of arms and flag. Tell me what is a hymn?

Children: This is the main song of the country.

Educator: When the anthem of Russia is playing, you need to get up and listen to it while standing. When we stand up while the anthem is playing, we express our respect for our state, our country. Our anthem was written by the composer Aleksandrov and the poet Sergei Mikhalkov. Now I invite you to listen to the anthem of Russia.

(The anthem sounds)

Educator : And in what cases does the anthem sound when it is played? (on special occasions).

And now I want to talk with you about our other symbol - the coat of arms of Russia.

The coat of arms of our country is like this. See what you see on the coat of arms

Russia, let's look at it. (Looking.) On our coat of arms we

we see a bird - this is an eagle, an eagle with two heads, which means that we are an independent state, that people of different nationalities live in our country. But we are all connected by one Motherland. Let's listen to a poem about the coat of arms, which Yarik will tell us:

Russia has a stately

There is a double-headed eagle on the coat of arms,

To the west, to the east

He could look right away

Strong, wise and proud.

He is a free spirit of Russia.

Educator : In the center of the eagles is the rider George the Victorious. He sits on a white horse, holding a spear. With this spear he kills the serpent. This whole picture symbolizes the victory of good over evil.

Educator: Now look here, what a beautiful flag our country has. The flag is also a distinctive sign. Many years, centuries ago, instead of a flag, a pole was used, a bundle of grass and a ponytail were tied to it. Troops were drawn to this flag - and they were called banners. Then the banners began to be made of fabric, most often red. And under Tsar Peter I, such a tricolor flag appeared. What do the colors on our flag mean? (Children's answers) What does white mean?

Children : WHITE - he says that our country is very peaceful.

Educator : What does blue mean?

Children: BLUE is the color of fidelity, people love their country, protect it, are faithful to it.

Educator : What does red mean?

Children : RED - the color of strength, the color of the blood of people shed for the Motherland.

Educator : Where is the flag of our country hung out? (The flag is hung out at serious State events, on buildings, at competitions).

Educator: Guys, another unofficial symbol of Russia is a birch. This is the most beloved tree among the Russian people. This tree was considered sacred by the Slavs since ancient times. Many poets wrote their poems about her. Let's listen to one of them ..

Girlfriends in white dresses

Lands grew out of the Russian.

They stand on the edge of the forest,

The leaves are braided into braids.

In May, a scattering of earrings

Their outfit will be adorned

There are many paths going out,

I am always glad to birch.

S.A. Vasilieva

Physical education:

Hands raised and shook

These are birches in the forest,

Hands bent, hands shook -

The wind knocks down the dew.

To the sides of the hand, gently wave

These are birds flying to us.

We will show you how they sit, too

The arms were bent back.

Educator: Our country has been famous for its Russian craftsmen since ancient times. Products of Russian folk craftsmen are widely known outside of Russia. This is our national pride. And I suggest you go to the fair, where wonderful things made by the hands of our craftsmen are sold.

Barked : Hey honest gentlemen,

Come here soon.

How do we have containers - bars,

All sorts of different goods ...

Come up, come up

Look, look...

Educator : Guys, we have an unusual fair today, but a fair with surprises. To find out what kind of surprises await you, you must guess the riddles. And so we come to the first table. Ready to guess riddles, then listen carefully:

"You will take her in your hands,

You will stretch it, then you will squeeze it.

Voiced, smart,

Cheerful, three-row.

Will play, just touch

Our Russian ... "(accordion).

Children look at the accordion. Listening to the recording, how the accordion plays.

Educator: Previously, without this folk instrument, not a single entertainment event took place. Let's hear how it sounds. Well, what did you like?

Educator : What is interesting at the next table? And for this, listen to the following riddle:

"Oh, it rings, it rings

Everyone in the neighborhood amuses.

And only three strings

She needs it for music.

Who is this, guess.

This is our ... ”(balalaika).

Children are looking at the balalaika. Listening to the recording, how the balalaika plays.

Educator : And indeed this wonderful instrument has only three strings, but listen to how it sounds. Did you like it?

Educator: A lot of guests from different countries come to our Russia: from Germany, France, England, Japan and they always take our Russian souvenir with them. What kind of souvenir do you think the guests are taking away? Listen to the riddle:

Girls are hiding in this young woman,

Every sister -

For a lesser dungeon.

Red cheeks, colorful handkerchiefs,

Clap their hands funny (nesting dolls).

Slideshow about nesting dolls

Educator : What did the first Russian nesting doll look like? The largest - the first - depicted a girl in a sarafan and a scarf with a black rooster in her hands. Inside there was a figurine of a boy, again a figurine of a girl, and so on. They all differed in some way from each other, and the last - the eighth - was a baby wrapped in a diaper.

Educator: Why was the toy named matryoshka? In the artist's house, Matryona, a kind and beautiful girl, worked in her honor and the toy was named.

And at our fair there are also nesting dolls - a gift for you! These are not simple nesting dolls; they will need to be colored by ourselves.

Children examine matryoshka dolls.

Lesson summary : Homeland is huge and beautiful. And everyone has one, like a mother. You should be proud of your homeland, love it deeply and tenderly, take care of it.

Kremlin stars

Kremlin stars
They are burning above us
Their light reaches everywhere!
The guys have a good homeland,
And better than that Motherland
Not!
(S. Mikhalkov)

Better no homeland

Zhura-zhura-crane!
He flew a hundred lands.
I flew around, I went around
Wings, legs worked.

We asked the crane:
– Where is the best land? –
He answered, flying by:
– There is no better homeland!

(P. Voronko)

Native land

Hills, woods,
Meadows and fields -
Native, green
Our land.
Land where i made
Your first step
Where did it come out once
To the fork in the road.
And I realized that it was
Expansion of fields -
Part of the great
Of my homeland.

(G. Ladonshchikov)

Native nest

Song Swallows
Over my window
Sculpt, sculpt a nest ...
I know, soon in it
Chicks will appear
They will start to wail
They will be parents
Moshkara to wear.
The babies will fly out
In the summer from the nest
Fly over the world
But they always
Will know and remember
What's in the native land
The nest will greet them
Over my window.
(G. Ladonshchikov)

Homeland

Homeland - the word is big, big!
Let there be no miracles in the world
If you say this word with a soul,
It is deeper than the seas, higher than the heavens!

It fits exactly half the world:
Mom and Dad, neighbors, friends.
Dear city, dear apartment,
Grandma, school, kitten ... and me.

Sunny bunny in the palm of your hand,
Lilac bush outside the window
And a mole on the cheek -
This is also the Motherland.
(T. Bokova)

Homeland

Spring,
cheerful,
Eternal,
good,
Tractor
plowed,
Happiness
sown -
All in front of her eyes
From South
to the north!
Sweet homeland,
The motherland is light brown,
Peaceful-peaceful
Russian-Russian ...
(V. Semernin)

Our Motherland

And beautiful and rich
Our Motherland, guys.
Long drive from the capital
To any of its boundaries.

Everything around is own, dear:
Mountains, steppes and forests:
The rivers are sparkling blue,
Blue skies.

Every city
To the heart of the road,
Every rural house is dear.
Everything in battles was once taken
And strengthened by work!
(G. Ladonshchikov)

Good morning!

The sun rose over the mountain
The darkness of the night is blurred by the dawn,
Meadow in flowers, like painted ...
Good morning,
The native land!

The doors creaked noisily,
The early birds sang
They argue loudly with silence ...
Good morning,
The native land!

People went to work
Bees fill the honeycomb with honey,
There are no clouds in the sky ...
Good morning,
The native land!
(G. Ladonshchikov)

Hello my homeland

In the morning the sun rises
Calls us to the street.
I leave the house:
- Hello, my street!

I sing and in silence
The birds are singing to me.
Herbs whisper to me on the way:
- You quickly, my friend, grow!

I answer the herbs
I answer the wind
I answer the sun:
- Hello, my Motherland!

(V. Orlov)

Main words

In kindergarten they learned
We are wonderful words.
They were first read:
Mom, Motherland, Moscow.

Spring and summer will fly by.
The foliage will become sunny.
Illuminate with a new light
Mom, Motherland, Moscow.

The sun shines on us affectionately.
Blue is pouring down from the sky.
May they always live in the world
Mom, Motherland, Moscow!
(L. Olifirova)

Home berth

Looks at the sea
Intently
Meeting people:
To your own dock
The steamer approaches.
Until this moment
He walked a hundred roads
Probably from excitement
His whistle hoarse.

Into his portholes
The rocks looked in
And the sun of the equator
The sides caressed him.
The seas rocked him
The winds roared above him,
But on black nights
Beyond the Nine Seas
He thought about the pier
At home.

And here on the sea
Intently
People are looking at the port -
To his
Dear pier
The steamer approaches.
Huge
And iron, he rumbled softly
And gently,
Gently,
Gently
Rubbed against the dock.

(V. Orlov)

Our land

Now a birch, then a mountain ash,
Rakita bush over the river.
Where can you find another one!

From the seas to the high mountains,
In the middle of native latitudes -
Everybody runs, roads run
And they call ahead.

The valleys are flooded with sun
And wherever you look -
A native land, forever beloved,
The whole blooms like a spring garden.

Our golden childhood!
You are getting brighter every day
Under a lucky star
We live in our native land!

(A. Newcomer)

What we call the Motherland

What do we call the Motherland?
The house where you and I live
And birches along which
We are walking next to my mother.

What do we call the Motherland?
A field with a thin spikelet
Our holidays and songs
Warm evening outside the window.

What do we call the Motherland?
All that we cherish in our heart
And under the blue-blue sky
Russian flag over the Kremlin.
(V. Stepanov)

An immense country

If long-long-long
Fly us on the plane
If long-long-long
We should look at Russia,
Then we will see
And forests and cities,
Ocean expanses
Ribbons of rivers, lakes, mountains ...

We will see a distance without an edge
Tundra where spring rings
And then we will understand what,
Our homeland is big
An immense country.
(V. Stepanov)

What our Motherland is!

An apple tree blooms over a quiet river.

The gardens stand, lost in thought.

What a smart homeland,

She herself is like a wonderful garden!

The river is playing with ripples,

In it the fish is all made of silver,

What a rich homeland,

A leisurely wave is running

The vastness of the fields caresses the eye.

What a happy homeland

And this happiness is all for us!

(V. Bokov)

Native land

Has its own native land
By the stream and by the crane.
And you and I have it -
And the native land is one.

(P. Sinyavsky ■ )

Russia

Here a warm field is filled with rye

Here dawns splash in the palms of the meadows.

Here golden-winged angels of God

Beams of light descended from the clouds.

And they watered the earth with holy water,

And the blue space was overshadowed by a cross.

And we have no homeland, except Russia –

Here is the mother, here is the temple, here is the fatherly home.

(P. Sinyavsky ■ )

Drawing

In my picture
A field with spikelets
Church on the hill
Close to the clouds.
In my picture
Mom and friends
In my picture
My motherland.

In my picture
Rays of dawn
Grove and river,
The sun and summer.
In my picture
The song of the stream
In my picture
My motherland.

In my picture
Daisies have grown
Along the trail gallops
Horse rider
In my picture
Rainbow and me
In my picture
My motherland.

In my picture
Mom and friends
In my picture
The song of the stream
In my picture
Rainbow and me
In my picture
My motherland.

(P. Sinyavsky ■ )

Native song

The cheerful sun is pouring
Golden streams
Over gardens and over villages,
Over fields and meadows.

There are mushroom rains here
Colored rainbows shine
Here are simple plantains
Since childhood, the most dear.

Poplar powder
Spun on the edge
And scattered through the grove
Strawberry freckles.

There are mushroom rains here
Colored rainbows shine
Here are simple plantains
Since childhood, the most dear.

And they got cold again
Flocks of swallows over the house
To sing about the Motherland again
Familiar bells.

(P. Sinyavsky ■ )

Native land

A cheerful forest, native fields,
Rivers meandering, a flowering slope,
Hills and villages, free space
And melodious bell ringing.

With your smile, with your breath
I am merging.
Boundless, kept by Christ,
My dear land
My love.

(M. Pozharova)

Homeland

If they say the word "homeland"
Immediately in memory rises
Old house, currants in the garden,
Thick poplar at the gate

By the river a shy birch
And a chamomile mound ...
And others will probably remember
His own Moscow courtyard.

The first boats are in the puddles,
Where was the skating rink recently
And a large neighboring factory
Loud, joyful beep.

Or the steppe is red from poppies,
Golden virgin land ...
Homeland is different
But we all have one!

(Z. Alexandrova)

Over native land

Airplanes fly

over our fields ...

And I shout to the pilots:

“Take me with you!

So that over the native land

I flew like an arrow

I saw rivers, mountains,

Valleys and lakes

and the swell on the Black Sea,

and boats in the open,

plains in riotous color

and all the children in the world! "

(R. Bosilek)

Rain, rain, where have you been? ..

- Rain, rain, where have you been?
- I swam across the sky with a cloud!
- And then what - you crashed?
- Oh, no, no, it spilled water,
Dripping, dripping down, fell -
I got straight into the river!

And then I swam far away
In a fast, blue-eyed river,
I admired with all my soul
Our Motherland is big!

Well, after it disappeared,
Attached to a white cloud,
And swam, I tell you,
To distant countries, islands.

And now over the ocean
I'm still floating into the distance with fog!
Enough, wind, continue to blow -
You need to swim back.

To meet the river,
To rush with her into the native forest!
Admire so that the soul
Our homeland is big.

So the wind, my friend,
We hurry home with a cloud!
You, the wind, urge us on -
Direct the cloud to the house!

After all, I miss home ...
Well, I'll rock the cloud!
Wow, I'm in a hurry to get home ...
I'll be back soon, soon!

(K. Avdeenko ■ )

Travel across seas-oceans

Travel across seas, oceans

Fly over all the land:

There are different countries in the world

But one like ours cannot be found.

Our bright waters are deep,

The land is wide and free,

And the factories are thundering without stopping,

And the fields are noisy, blossoming ...

(M. Isakovsky)

Native country

In a wide open space

Before dawn time

The scarlet dawns arose

Over the home country.

Every year more and more beautiful

Dear lands ...

Better than our homeland

Not in the world, friends!

(A. Prokofiev)

Hey

Hello to you, my native land,

With your dark forests

With your great river

And endless fields!

Hello to you, dear people,

Indefatigable hero of labor,

In the midst of winter and summer heat!

Hello to you, my native land!

(S. Drozhzhin)

Crane

The warmth has gone from the fields,
and a flock of cranes
Leads the leader to the overseas land green.
A wedge is flying sadly,
And only one is cheerful,
One foolish crane.

He breaks into the clouds
hurries the leader
But the leader says to him sternly:
- Though that land is warmer,
And the homeland is dearer
Miley - remember, crane, this word.
Remember the sound of birches
and that steep slope
Where mother saw you flying;
Remember forever
Otherwise, never
My friend, you will not become a real crane.

We have snow
We have a blizzard
And birds' voices are not heard at all.
And somewhere in the distance
The cranes are curling
They are talking about the snowy homeland.
(I. Shaferan)

Song of glory

Hail great
Multilingual
Fraternal Russian
Peoples family.

Stay surrounded
Armed
An ancient stronghold
The gray Kremlin!

Hello darling
Unshakable
Banner streaming
Light of reason!

Glorious grandfathers,
Brave grandchildren
Friendly Russian
Peoples family.

Strengthen with victories
Expand the sciences,
Eternally imperishable
Glory land!
(N. Aseev)

Russia, Russia, Russia

There is no edge in the world more beautiful

There is no homeland in the world brighter!

Russia, Russia, Russia, –

What could be dearer to your heart?

Who was your equal in strength?

Anyone suffered defeat!

Russia, Russia, Russia, –

We are in sorrow and happiness – with you!

Russia! Like a Bluebird

We take care and honor you,

And if they violate the border,

We will protect you with our breasts!

And if we were suddenly asked:

"Why is the country dear to you?"

– Yes, because for all of us Russia,

Like a dear mother, – one!

(V. Gudimov)

The best ever

Russian land, my land,
Dear open spaces!
We have rivers and fields
Seas, forests and mountains.

We have both the north and the south.
Gardens bloom in the south.
In the north there is snow all around -
There are cold weather and blizzards.

They go to bed in Moscow now,
The moon is looking through the window.
Far East at the same hour
Rises meeting the sun.

Russian land, how great you are!
From border to border
And the fast train straight ahead
A week will not come.

Words are heard on the radio -
The long journey is not difficult for them.
Your familiar voice, Moscow,
Heard by people everywhere.

And we are always glad to hear
About our peaceful life.
How happy we live
In your own homeland!

Nations are like one family
Although their language is different.
All are daughters and sons
Your beautiful country.

And everyone has one homeland.
Hello to you and glory,
Invincible country
Russian state!
(N. Zabila, translated from Ukrainian by Z. Alexandrova )

Russian house

Russia is like a huge apartment.
There are four windows and four doors:
North, west, south, east.
Above her, a heavenly ceiling hangs.

Luxurious carpet covers the apartment
Floors in Taimyr and Anadyr.
And the sun burns a billion kilowatts,
Because our house is dark in places.

And, as befits every apartment,
There is a Pantry of Siberia in it:
Various stocks of berries are stored there,
And fish, and meat, and coal, and gas.

And next to the Smoking-room - the Kuril ridge -
There are hot water taps,
Keys are bubbling at the Klyuchevskoy hill
(Go and turn on the hot water!)

There are also three cool baths in the apartment:
North, Pacific and Atlantic oceans.
And a powerful stove of the Kuzbass system,
That warms us in cold winter.

And here is a refrigerator with the name "Arctic",
Automation works great in it.
And to the right of the ancient Kremlin clock
There are seven more time zones.

Everything is in the Russian House for a comfortable life,
But there is no order in the huge apartment:

Here a fire will break out, there the pipe has flowed.
Then loudly neighbors knock from the corner.
Now the walls are cracking, now the paint fell,
Alaska fell off two hundred years ago
The roof has gone, the horizon has disappeared ...
Again rebuilding and again renovation.

What they are building, the builders themselves do not know:
First they will build it, and then they will break it down.
Everyone wants to - immediately built so that
Izbu-Chum-Yarangu-Palace-Skyscraper!

We are all neighbors and residents in our house:
Ordinary residents, house managers, builders.
And what will we build now in Russia? ..
Ask your mom and dad about this.

(A. Usachev)

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The old house where he was born, the native courtyard where he spent his childhood, found his first friends, a school that taught him to love his land, to protect it. Here it is, Russia - an immense country that gave life, caressed and educated its citizen. Poems about the homeland, filled with inexplicable strength, pride and respect, glorify the beauty of fields, forests, rivers, the strength of the people's love for their native land, traditions, and its history.

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I left my home ...

I left my home
Russia left the blue.

Warms the old mother's sadness.

Gold frog moon
Spread out on calm water.
Like an apple blossom, gray hair
My father's beard spilled.

I will not be back soon, not soon!
For a long time to sing and ring the blizzard.
Keeps the blue Russia
An old maple tree on one leg.

And I know there is joy in him

Because that old maple
The head looks like me.

I left my home
Russia left the blue.
Three stars birch forest over the pond
Warms the old mother's sadness.

Gold frog moon
Spread out on calm water.
Like an apple blossom, gray hair
My father's beard spilled.

I will not be back soon, not soon!
For a long time to sing and ring the blizzard.
Keeps the blue Russia
An old maple tree on one leg.

And I know there is joy in him
To those who kiss the leaves of the rain,
Because that old maple
The head looks like me.

S. Yesenin

Just think about it, listen carefully
In the name of "Russia!"
It contains dew and blue,
And radiance and strength.
I would only have one thing at fate
asked -
So that again the enemies do not go to
Russia ...

Yuri Drunina

What we call the Motherland

What do we call the Motherland?
The house where you and I live
And birches along which
We are walking next to my mother.

What do we call the Motherland?
A field with a thin spikelet
Our holidays and songs
Warm evening outside the window.

What do we call the Motherland?
All that we cherish in our heart
And under the blue-blue sky
Russian flag over the Kremlin.

What do we call the Motherland?
The house where you and I live
And birches along which
We are walking next to my mother.

What do we call the Motherland?
A field with a thin spikelet
Our holidays and songs
Warm evening outside the window.

What do we call the Motherland?
All that we cherish in our heart
And under the blue-blue sky
Russian flag over the Kremlin.

V. Stepanov

It will change so much that the son ...

It will change so much that the son,
That even a son doesn't know?

No light brown braids,
Not blue eyes ...

Russia is a mother
Holy and visible
May your lot be great!
But keep the unique
His mother's bright face.

It will change so much that the son,
That even a son doesn't know?

So he will wait for a meeting with her,
And suddenly, look, trouble struck:
Not the same sweet speech from childhood,
No light brown braids,
Not blue eyes ...

Russia is a mother
Holy and visible
May your lot be great!
But keep the unique
His mother's bright face.

N. Starshinov

Grows by the road
Goose grass
And near the road -
With water groove.
And all sorts of things
Floats in it:
Hiding by the shore
Asleep at the bottom:
Beetles and leeches
Dragonflies, boogers
They don't know the rest
Dive, dive
And small fish
They even come here.
And grandmother Manya,
Chasing a goat,
Said,
Shielding your eyes from the sun:
- I live in the world
For seventy years
The best here is entih
There are no places in the world.

G. Lebedeva

Smolensk and Tula, Kiev and Voronezh
Proud of her past glory.

There are traces of the past everywhere.

Calls out our past, leading

Smolensk and Tula, Kiev and Voronezh
Proud of her past glory.
Where you can't touch our land with a staff, -
There are traces of the past everywhere.
The past time gives us treasures:
Dig with a shovel and you will find everywhere -
Here is a forged stirrup in Danzig,
And there - an arrow forged in the Horde.
Buried a lot of rusty steel in the ground
Everyone who feasted on our guests!
Like a monument stands on a pedestal,
So Russia stood on the enemy's bones.
To us, the ancient glory of the vigilant guards,
Calls out our past, leading
So that on the rusty iron of the enemy
And henceforth the Russian land stood!

D. Kedrin

Good morning!

The sun rose over the mountain
The darkness of the night is blurred by the dawn,
Meadow in flowers, like painted ...
Good morning,
The native land!

The doors creaked noisily,
The early birds sang
They argue loudly with silence ...
Good morning,
The native land!

People went to work
Bees fill the honeycomb with honey,
There are no clouds in the sky ...
Good morning,
The native land!

The sun rose over the mountain
The darkness of the night is blurred by the dawn,
Meadow in flowers, like painted ...
Good morning,
The native land!

The doors creaked noisily,
The early birds sang
They argue loudly with silence ...
Good morning,
The native land!

People went to work
Bees fill the honeycomb with honey,
There are no clouds in the sky ...
Good morning,
The native land!

G. Ladonshchikov

Russian house

Floors in Taimyr and Anadyr.

That warms us in cold winter.

There are seven more time zones.