Research work-excursion "We tell our own story about our village". Story. My native land
My story about my native village Karasi
I was born at the end of the infamous 1930 - "the year of the great turning point" in a village with a fish name - Karasi, it seems Ural region. Then this area was divided. And our village was in Chelyabinsk region. And in 1942 we found ourselves in Kurgan region. Then the government was engaged in disaggregation. Now the reverse movement has begun in Russia - enlargement.
Nikita Sergeevich Khrushchev redistributed the districts. I don't know if they were enlarged or subdivided. But our village from the Mishkinsky district "moved" to Yurgamyshsky. One guy from Belarus told me about himself. He left to serve in the army from one district, and when he returned, they did not want to register him with his parents, the district became different.
Six kilometers to the west of our village is another "fish" village - Sweet Karasi. Every village has a lake. As I began to remember myself, there were no fish in our lake, but the elders told me that there used to be a lot of fish, and then there were none. What is the reason? They said that one day our men did not let an old man from Sladkie Karasei go fishing, and he bewitched our lake by driving an aspen stake into the lake. I was not given, and you will not catch. When the old man was about to die, he asked to be taken to the lake to disenchant him. But his sons did not take him and the lake was left without fish. Before the war, I remember how two boats were sailing on the lake and "trawling" the lake with a rope, hoping to hook on the notorious aspen stake, but they did not find anything. During the war, it began to rain, water began to arrive in the lake and wash away the gardens. Then and again the fish appeared in the lake, which gave the name to the village.
During the war, there were almost no men in the village and there was no one to dig a drainage ditch from the lake, which the old people talked about. The situation stabilized when half of the gardens went into the lake. Fish were caught and continue to be caught. When the Chelyabinsk-Kurgan highway was being built, a branch was made from it through Karasi to Vilkino. And the old drainage ditch was filled up. But the water began to rise again and wash away the gardens. I rarely visit my homeland and know little about current situation affairs. But I have a neighbor who sometimes drives a car to Vilkino via Karasi. Once we talked with him about this story, and I said that the road designers forgot to lay a drainage pipe under the road. The neighbor said that at that place he almost crashed the car. This episode forces me to assume that the locals dug up the road, laid a pipe, and, as usual, the excavation was poorly sealed. Still later, the same neighbor said that there was a drainage pipe and the road had been repaired.
The village was the center of the volost, and in it at the beginning of the 20th century a big church. Near the church were two graves of deceased priests. Was a little further mass grave heroes of the civil war. During the Patriotic War, a prison was built in Mishkino, in which almost only women were imprisoned. I know about them, because in those years they were brought to Karasi, and standing on the walls of the decapitated church, they tried to dismantle it into bricks with crowbars. But the masonry was solid and disassembly failed. It was supposed to make MTM (machine and tractor workshop.) out of the church. But the idea failed. Protests have begun local residents that the workshop would ruin the lake (then the word ecology was still unknown) and MTS was built elsewhere. The dilapidated church stood still for a long time. Then it was blown up and the wreckage was removed. Instead of a church, a wall was built with the names of the villagers who died at the front.
My grandfather Karavdin Semyon Illarionovich was a peasant, but he was also a village blacksmith, carpenter and joiner. Perhaps for this reason he lived a little richer than others and they wanted to dispossess him. To avoid dispossession, he (divided the family) married his youngest son (my father). Since he did not fit into the category of kulaks, he was subjected to a hard (impossible) tax and sent to logging. He caught a cold and died. I was two years old. For non-payment of tax, the house was described and sold to the treasury. The house had two isolated rooms. My parents, three children and grandmother lived in the hut. In the upper room always lived tenants, who were appointed by the village council. My father died at the front.
My father's elder brother is Yakov Semyonovich Karavdin, a blacksmith, born in 1899. By the decision of the Troika of the UNKVD in the Chelyabinsk region of October 17, 1937, he was convicted under Art. 58-10 of the Criminal Code of the RSFSR to 10 years in prison. At the same time, more than ten fellow villagers were arrested, incl. director of the school Matkin, paramedic Dynkov. After 12 years, only one of them returned alive. All of them were subsequently rehabilitated.
The authorities seemed to have a conscience, and after the war my mother was allowed to return the house. To do this, she walked 8 times to Mishkino (20 km), drew up some papers, paid some money and began to own the house. But soon there was a fire.
Our writer Smychagin P.M. my father was also a blacksmith and fell under dispossession. In the spring, the villagers came to their senses, without a blacksmith it is impossible to prepare for the sowing season. But the train has already left.
You have to think about everything. Divide or enlarge the subjects of the federation, regions, districts, collective farms or even families. Build or destroy. March 2, 2006
Life stories in Karasy
I read it in "Chelyabinsk Rabochy" on February 14, 1998, as in American city Seattle 36-year-old teacher seduced a 13-year-old student and gave birth to a girl from him. Everything happens there, nothing happens with us. Not even sex. But here's what happened. We had an orphanage in the village during the war. Orphanage students studied at our school. Botany teacher Konstantin Sergeevich Nikitin was the director of the orphanage. He visited the front, was wounded and was commissioned. He had an unmarried sister, Anfisa, aged 35. In the spring of 1945, she gave birth. The father was Isaev Borya from the orphanage from our 7th grade. Then he studied at the Mishkinsky Pedagogical School and gave birth to another child with Anfisa. And later he left, and his traces were lost. Newspapers did not write about our Romeo and Juliet. I was then 14 years old.
We had a Jewish boy, Makar Gulman, who was very fidgety. He did not sit still for a single minute. Somehow he jumped up, and Sasha Korotovskikh, who was sitting with me, jokingly put up his pen. Makar at that moment sat down on the pen. Then he said that he was afraid of infection, but everything worked out. In recent years, I have seen in the newspaper a mention of Mark Gulman. Even later, I met my former classmate Pavel Pokazaniev, who told me that he once met in Chelyabinsk and recognized Gulman. Gulman told him that he had no relatives left here and he was leaving for Israel to live with his millionaire uncle.
Konstantin Sergeevich Nikitin told me that after the war, after the closure of the orphanage in Karasy, he once met the chairman of a collective farm from the village of Makatashkino. This chairman asked Nikitin about the food aid he allegedly provided to the orphanage during the war. Nikitin was surprised. He received no help. It turned out that the mother of Makar or Mark worked as a secretary of the village council. Sometimes she came on horseback to Makatashkino with a paper containing a request to release food to improve the nutrition of orphans. The collective farm released meat, butter, honey, etc. But food was not delivered to the orphanage. We had an old teacher, Marya Ivanovna Lisitsina, who had been evacuated from Leningrad. She taught history. She had a large hernia and thick glasses. She came to class, sat down and wrote in the class magazine, dipping her pen into the inkwell. The boy sitting on the first desk imperceptibly moved the inkwell a little closer or further. And she could not get into the inkwell, and we had fun. Marya Ivanovna lived in an apartment with the Simakhins. There were a mother and daughter. Nina Simakhina studied in our class. When we finished the 7th grade, there was a rumor that Nina stole Marya Ivanovna's dress. And Nina is missing. And it is still unknown what happened to her. It was assumed that she drowned herself in the Rybny forest swamp. Afterwards, as I reflected on this incident, I realized what had happened. A girl at the age of 14, having received a high school diploma, was in seventh heaven. She admired herself in the mirror. The picture was spoiled by old worn out clothes. And she decided to try on the dress of Marya Ivanovna. Dressed and twirled in it at the mirror. The tenant came to sin and raised a cry. Stole! And tragedy struck.
Karasi village before and after the war
If you look at the map of the surroundings of the Karasi village after 60 years, you can notice geographical changes. So near the Sweet Karas (Sweet-Karasinskoye on the map) there used to be a lake. Now it is not on the map. During my childhood, it was overgrown with reeds. But there is no nameless stream on the map, which flows into our lake from the south and divides the village into two parts: Karasi proper and Zakurya. For a long time I did not understand the meaning of the word Zakurya, until I read in some book that in Siberia they call a small bay connected to the lake by a strait. Exactly, there is a bay and a narrow strait with a wooden bridge. Behind the chicken - Zakurya.
And that nameless stream flows into the chicken. This brook is 2 km south of the lake it was once blocked by a dam, which formed a small reservoir near which the village of Baran;vka is located. Between Baranovka and Karasy there were several wooden houses - a local hospital and a Molokanka. Children brought milk to the Molokanka in order to deliver about 400 liters of milk during the season, which was separated here. Cream somewhere taken away. We were sometimes given several liters of skimmed milk. From the hospital to the west in the forest is the local cemetery. Past the cemetery was the road to the brick factory (Kirpichiki), where my parents worked. The work was hard. In the face, the men dug clay with shovels and loaded it onto a trolley. The trolley was pulled up along the rails by a winch, where it was unloaded into a pug mill. Crumpled clay was also manually loaded onto trolleys and transported along the rails along the drying sheds. There was a manual press, which was served by two women. One, who stood with her back to the trolley (kolotoshnitsa), made a bun of clay and put it in an open mold. Another woman, standing with her back to the shelves in the barn, was hitting the bun with a heavy cast-iron lid, pressing it into shape. Then, opening the lid, she pressed the pedal with her foot. The brick was out of shape. The presser took it and put it on the board. Gradually the barn was filled with damp bricks. The dried bricks were loaded into a kiln, which was fired with firewood. After the firing, a rush began - the unloading of still hot bricks. Even children took part in this emergency. And I also, it seems in the first grade, once worked. He took two bricks out of the oven and put 200 bricks in a cage. I loaded the top two rows with difficulty one brick at a time. I unloaded 400 pieces. Then my father once gave me two rubles and said that I had earned 1.96 rubles.
From the brick factory there was another road to western edge the village where we lived. On the left side of the road there was a small ravine (log). In this log, puddles were preserved, in which sometimes multi-colored waters appeared. We assumed it was oil oozing from the ground. At that time, West Siberian oil had not yet been discovered. Later, an MTS with a settlement was built between Kirpichiki and Karasy, and now, probably, no one sees the protruding oil, mistaking it for MTS waste.
The village of Karasi was built one street closer to the lake. Gradually, as the population increased, parallel streets appeared. The water in the lake was salty, but good for washing, cooking and drinking. For tea, water was brought from a well located near the hospital. It seems that the tasteless lake water was good for the teeth. In 1947, I underwent a medical examination in Astrakhan and visited the dentist for the first time. The old woman, seeing my teeth, gasped, saying that in many years of work she saw such beautiful teeth for the first time.
To the east of Karasey, a river was found on the map - Pad. This river didn't exist in my childhood. But there was a pond east coast which was the village of Makatashkino, in which there was a more prosperous collective farm. I do not know when Baranovka and Makatashkin arose, but, obviously, long before the revolution. Perhaps the founders of these villages did not like the situation with water in Karasy and they found a place on the banks of streams, turning them into ponds. In the wells of these villages there was normal tasty water. Later, in order to increase the cultivated area, the authorities destroyed the dam, lowering the pond. There was no water in the wells of Makatashkina. Life became impossible and the village disappeared.
Using the example of an ordinary Karasi village, one can trace the life of the whole country. I don't remember the famine of 1933, but I do remember the autumn of 1936. There was no bread in the village. Instead of bread, they ate relatively cheap rye gingerbread. They made me sick to my stomach. Sometimes they bought me more expensive cookies. In winter, my father went to Chelyabinsk several times and brought back a bag of bread loaves bought with the help of relatives. Later, I heard how a policeman detained one peasant who was walking to the station with the same bag. The policeman poured bread on the ground, called the peasant a provocateur, and brought him to the police. The policeman did not believe that there was no bread in the village.
During the war, children were given rations of 100 g of bread a day. The workers were given 400 g of bread. But we took flour, 60% of the weight of baked bread. In the autumn they dug up potatoes in a full cellar (golbets). There was a cow, a couple of sheep, a few chickens. By the month of May, the potatoes were running out, and the grandmother took her grandchildren and we went to the forest to harvest edible herbs. And so they survived. Collective farmers were not given rations.
The villagers were not given passports and could not change their place of residence. Therefore, those who graduated from the village school (7 classes) usually went to study at the Mishkin Pedagogical College. After serving in the army, the guys usually got a job in the city and received passports. Girls for 15 years left for the city and got jobs as nannies in families (there weren’t enough nurseries). At the age of 16 they received passports. Thus, the village lost its youth.
I left the village in 1945. And he regularly visited his homeland. I do not remember exactly, in 1948 or 1949, in the tree, the collective farm banned grazing and haymaking. Those who mowed and brought hay (hay could be mowed not only on collective farm land, but also, for example, in forestry) were punished. Hay was taken directly from the yard to the collective farm and fined 600 rubles for each cart through the court. In the countryside, after all, there was work not only on the collective farm. Non-collective farmers were forced to liquidate their livestock, but no one went to the collective farm. A year later, everything was back to normal. Now I understand that everything that happened in the country was done on the initiative from above. Stalin believed in a "bright" future for the country if it was possible to build a "socially homogeneous society" in which all villagers were supposed to work on collective farms for free. At that time, I wrote a letter addressed to our deputy, saying that such a practice would not bring anything good. I wrote, and I was afraid that they could put me in jail for criticism. But it worked out.
But it didn't work out for Volodya Magrilov, who studied in our group in the 3rd year. And suddenly he disappeared. We tried to find out about him, but our superiors said that he was connected with the enemies of the people and there was no need to be interested in him. Then his mother came to us and told us that he was tried for a well-known anecdote. A cow lying on the road was driven away only by a threat to drive it to the collective farm. For this anecdote, Magrilov was given 4 years. His mother was sure that after the appeal he would be released and he would return to the school. But after the appeal he was given 7 years.
Residents of the village of Karasi at the front
A hundred years ago, my grandfather's cousins lived in Karasy - these are Kirill Ivanovich and Nikolai Ivanovich Karavdin. Kirill Ivanovich had a son Andrei, the same age and friend of my father. Andrei visited the Finnish war and told his father about the war in front of me. In the end, he said that we have an even more difficult war with Hitler ahead of us. Later, when Stalin announced Hitler's surprise attack, I wondered why an ordinary soldier knew about a possible war, but Stalin did not. In Karasy, the names of 186 war dead are written on a memorial wall. Among them are Alexander and Andrey Karavdins. Nikolai Ivanovich died in the war of 1914. He had a son Sergei. Before World War II, Sergei moved to Mishkino. His daughter Nina Sergeevna (Kartovaya) volunteered for the front and ended up in the anti-aircraft gunners. She does not like to think about the war. But I met in the Chronicle of Wiki-Wiki that another anti-aircraft gunner Zudina A.G. recalls:
"In January 1943, the girls of the Kirsanovsky, Umetsky and Gavrilovsky districts of the Tambov region were mobilized to defend the Motherland. I was sent to 1st battery. The commander of the rangefinder squad was ml. Sergeant Shcheglova Klava, who taught me this specialty.
In March 1943, on their own, they arrived at the Liski station, Voronezh region, for protection railway bridge across the river Don and stations. We arrived in the afternoon and set about digging ditches for cannons and dugouts. To be honest, it was difficult without skill, but everyone had the same thoughts - to quickly put the guns in place. It was getting dark. By order of the battalion commander, I delivered the package to the headquarters on time. And upon the arrival of the commander of the communications detachment, he appointed me to the post. My friend Masha Pleshakova (Kirsanovskaya) was assigned to work in the kitchen. Before lunch there was a strong raid of fascist vultures, which we saw with our own eyes for the first time. The horror was impressive. The vultures were strafing over the mountains on the other side of the Don River. On the way back, one of the planes dropped bombs near the kitchen and the cook and the Red Army soldier Maria Pleshakova, whom we left on the Liskinsky land, were seriously injured by shrapnel. I think about Masha very often. When I left the post, and Masha went to the kitchen, she was in a red dress with a blue cornflower blue. She and the fallen comrades of our division will never be erased from my memory until last days of my life.
A few days later, at about 11 o'clock, there was a second raid stronger than the first. At that time I was in touch with the division. And just like the first time, one of the planes dropped bombs along the railway track (sand fell on me from the ceiling of the dugout) and the rangefinder Motya Nikishina, who had both hands broken (she now lives in the Penza region, Bessonovsky district). Blinova Klava from Kirsanov was wounded in the lungs. Our 86th Separate Anti-Aircraft Artillery Battalion defended the Liska land fiercely. Many of us were awarded orders and medals for repulsing the raids.
Front roads led us to the village. Darnitsa, Kyiv region. Before Darnitsa, we stood on the railway tracks, as a train was broken in front of us and there were 3 graves on the side of the road, people had just been buried, and there was still fresh blood between the rails. And they arrived at the Nizhyn station in the evening, dug up the snow and set up guns. And then the heavy bombardment began. Even pieces of rail flew, the wounded crawled through the snow.
A raid on Sarny station bombed the bridge across the Styr River, a direct hit on the gun crew of the 1st battery (before my eyes) killed 7 soldiers: Gulyaev, Belyakov (Tambov), Nastya Shirshova (Umet village), Volodya Kotov and others. And in the lull between the bombings, amateur performances were organized, in which I actively participated. They sang to the guitar, which was accompanied by Vishnyakova Lida from Penza, danced, recited poetry. In general, youth took its toll. Then the raids were less frequent and we lived with one thought about the approach of Victory Day. I met Victory Day on Polish soil. This hour and day of joy is difficult to describe. There were tears of joy and tears for the dead."
IN primary school Anya Belozerova studied with me in the same class, who later married a Russian German and now lives in Germany. She has an older sister, Alexandra Dmitrievna Belozerova. They were originally from Makatashkina. Their father was dispossessed and soon died. Their house was taken away from them, and they wandered in Karasy with relatives and friends. When the war began, their mother Praskovya Petrovna was imprisoned for 5 years under Article 58. The girls were left alone. The collective farm sent Shura to the courses of tractor drivers, from where she escaped. She was given a month in prison. There she met her mother. After her release, she was sent to forced labor at a brick factory. But she asked to go to war and ended up in the women's battalion as a traffic controller. She recalls the difficult life in the war. I haven't taken a bath for two years. March 25, 2013 Alexandra Dmitrievna will be 90 years old. We wish her good health.
Sedova Julia
The student took part in the district competition dedicated to May 9th. In her work, Julia told about her village and about the very good man Martynova Zoya Yakovlevna. This is not only a story, but also a reflection on the fate of the village and the life of a wonderful person, kind, sympathetic, hardworking!
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A story about a village and a wonderful man
My village is Zhuravlikha. In 1811 there were 74 people in the village, and by 2016 there were about 1000 people...
The village is large, it has a school, an outpatient clinic, a church, a cultural center, a farm... But the main thing that should be in any settlement is good people. It depends on the people what the history of the settlement will be.
Just think, the village in which I now live is already more than two hundred years old, two centuries, this one is so much, but at the same time so little. Just think how much has changed here, and after all, when there was just a forest with a swampy river. People set up a village here, but it is people who are now destroying what our grandfathers and great-grandfathers built. They worked day after day so that we now live, live well. So that our generation has a place to work, where to grow crops, where you end up living. I don’t want to say that the village is being destroyed to the ground, but if you think about it, a lot of what was destroyed for the sake of profit could well be useful to the population. Speaking about this voluntarily involuntarily, tears appear in the eyes, tears of resentment, bitterness. I would also like to say that in the village such buildings were erected that people needed, such as a church, where people come to serve, pray, and light a candle. The Church is, after all, very important for the Orthodox people. Just recently, a flax processing plant was built in our village, and these are additional development prospects, additional jobs.
The village is big and beautiful. Full of joy, energy, positive. In our DC quite often various events are held, where you can recharge with this very positive, or, on the contrary, relax.
My village! Native village!
My an old house. My backyard.
Lilac bushes by the porch.
Old father's bench.
A well with a creaky gate,
Cold water is the best.
Keeps my old house warm.
Rowan grows under the window.
Everything here is painfully familiar to me.
All this is given from above - by God.
A lot of good and wonderful people live in our village. But I would like to tell you about...Martynova Zoya Yakovlevnawonderful soul man, kind, resourceful, sociable. Zoya Yakovlevna, a native of the village, was born here in 1937, on November 15th. She was the eldest in the family, after 3 years her younger brother Nikolai was born. In 1941, when the Great Patriotic War began, his father (Yakov Fedorovich) went to the front in 1942 ... from the stories of his mother (Aksinya Mikheevna), Zoya Yakovlevna remembers only that her father and other men were gathered and taken to the village of Pervomaiskoye. And from there everyone was taken to the front. When her father left, Zoya Yakovlevna was still small, only 5 years old. But even then she already tried to help her mother. At first I nursed my brother. After all, my mother had no time, she worked to feed the children. She worked various jobs. The salary was incredibly small, only 200 g of bread per person ... 200 g. per family ... it was hard, Zoya Yakovlevna's grandmother helped. The family had a cow, had its own small piece of land on which potatoes were grown. In 1945, after the end of the war, they learned that my father died in 1943, bravely fighting for his homeland. The post-war period was difficult, especially if the main breadwinner of the family died.
Zoya Yakovlevna went to kindergarten, which was located in our village. My grandmother took me to the kindergarten, and in winter on a sled. Then I went to school, graduated from 7 classes. After school I immediately went to work. At the age of 16, she already worked on a farm as a calf. And at 17 - a milkmaid. All work is done by hand, each with 25 cows. They fed, watered, all by themselves. When the machines for milking cows appeared, it became a little easier.
She worked as a nurse for 7 years, as a cook, fed the workers. Tractor drivers, combine harvesters. Those were the virgin years. They baked cakes. They cooked dumplings in boilers on the street, they always carried firewood and water themselves. They worked in teams of several people. Before, as it was, they will give you a salary a small piece of bread, and I am glad about it. They worked, cooked for sticks. But even this work was sometimes not enough to feed the family. We went to candlelight. 50 acres per person. It turned out that Zoya Yakovlevna learned to ride a tractor. I worked on it for one summer, carrying straw and water in the field. That's how youth flew by, there was not even time to run to the movies. Although sometimes it was possible to find a free hour and run to the cinema. Back then, films cost 20 kopecks. But then the money was different, 20 kopecks was quite a lot.
In 1936, she met Vasily Ignatievich Martynov, who had just returned from the army. It was love at first sight. We were friends for just one week. Then they decided to get married. The wedding was grand. The whole village was walking, celebrating for two weeks, without exaggeration. During the day, they walked around several yards, everywhere they had fun! As Zoya Yakovlevna told me, she had a bouquet, not the same as at the wedding now. And the bouquet was made of burdock. I didn't believe it at first, so I asked again. But no, that's right, from burdock ... They made a bouquet of a girlfriend, tore the burdock and wrapped it beautifully. All in all, it was really quite interesting. They lived well, well, like everyone else in the village. They lived together for 40 years.
In 1992 I went to study as a veterinarian. A teacher came from the village of Pervomaiskoe twice a week. Studied for a year, received a certificate. Vet worked. farm doctor. The farm had 3,000 heads of cattle, 5 cowsheds, so it was still necessary to treat animals in the village.
Zoya Yakovlevna said that there were several of them, each taking a large bag of medicines. And they walked around the barn, vaccinated cows. It turned out that this big bag was not enough, I had to take more.
Now Zoya Yakovlevna is retired. She has medals, awards, certificates. For good and excellent work!
Such wonderful people live with us, and such a woman, by right, can be called a Worker, a Heroine, she is also a child who survived the Great and terrible war!
"My village" essay
My native village is small, compared to the city, beautiful, picturesque. My village is called Vasilievka, I really like its name. It was named after a local farmer, Vasily, who built a house for the first time in the village, and, so to speak, began life here.
Our village is rich in steppes, slopes and hills. The steppe is all decorated in spring, it is so beautiful that even city people, not local people, come there to take pictures, and even those who drove past the village.
And beyond the steppe flows our pride of the village - the river! The river - oh, how beautiful and beautiful it is, and also surprisingly clean. In the summer there are all children and adults, Swimming, sunbathing and just relaxing with their families. Also, there are many animals there, geese that love to swim there and cows that graze on the shore. And there are otters in the river, I am very afraid of them, egrets and even weasels.
Rabbits and ground squirrels live in the steppe, and once, when it was a very cold and fierce winter, people even saw a wolf there.
Although we do not have a city, our region is quite civilized. We have hot water, heating, electricity, light. Our village is even divided into parts, the so-called "districts". Most importantly, we have kindergartens, a school, a cultural center, and shops. We also have a small church and a chapel.
Peasants live mainly in estates, dachas and people from the city, and they all have large gardens, orchards, well-equipped yards. The village council even has several two-story houses.
When I grow up, I want to live in the city for several years, but then I will definitely return to my native village, I like living among nature much more.
This is such a nice village.
Branch "Karay-Saltykovsky"
Municipal budgetary educational institution
"Krasivskaya secondary school"
"Paths of the native land-2012"
“We tell our own story about our village”
Davityan Diana ,
4th grade.
Supervisor:
Khakhaeva Olga Viktorovna ,
primary school teacher,
leader of the local lore circle.
Karay-Saltykovo-2012
Introduction. “All this is my Motherland, my native land.”
Every person has a small homeland. Each of us loves native expanses, fields and forests. Anyone who once visited our village will definitely come here again. Such is our region, filled with the noise of green forests and the splash of river waves. It is beautiful in all seasons. And it is also rich in history and people glorifying our native land!
Target:
To form in students a love for the history, traditions, culture of their native land and pride in their small homeland.
Tasks:
Cultivate love for the native village;
- With to generalize knowledge about the history of life, culture and traditions of our village, acquaintance with the work of our residents at the present stage.
- develop through the formation of a sense of pride, involvement in cultural and historical events in the life of the people, feelings of dignity and self-respect through the awareness of their rights and obligations as a citizen of their Fatherland.
Excursion route of the village of Karai-Saltykovo :
The territory of the reserve "Voroninsky". Our places are so beautiful that they decided to save them for future generations.
The estate of Petrovo-Solovovo. 2 kilometers from the village of Karay-Saltykovo on the high bank of the river Vorona is located former manor Count Petrovo-Solovovo. At one time, the count was a fairly large landowner of the Tambov province and did a lot for the prosperity and development of his native land.
Water Mill. There is a steam mill near the Petrovo-Solovovo estate. It was built at the end of XIX century. The mill is still in good condition.
School museum room. Since 2008, the school has a museum room.
There is a hospital in our village, which was built by Count Petrovo-Solovovo for a doctor M.K.Damira. She was considered the best in the area. Modern hospitals would envy its equipment. Matvey Konstantinovich had a son, Alim, a professor of cardiology. He is a professor-cardiologist, lived and worked in Moscow. His daughter Tatyana, biologist, wife of academician Sergei Petrovich Kapitsa.
Gravestone for Damir M.K. In 1973, Alim Matveyevich and S.P. Kapitsa came to our village to install a grave stone for Damir M.K. We are trying to connect with them.
LLC "Hope" There are several farms in the village of Karay-Saltykovo. One of them is Nadezhda LLC, which is headed by V.A. Nikishin. The farm uses the latest modern technologies.
Scheme excursion route along the village of Karai-Saltykovo
Total length this route about 6 km. Taking into account the long length of the route through the picturesque surrounding places, an excursion by transport is possible.
When choosing a route, I adhered to the following principles:
Accessibility of the route for visiting;
Sufficient attendance by the population and guests;
Emotional saturation and information capacity of the route
manor
Petrovo-Solovovo ●
● Water
Mill
R.Vorona.
The territory of the reserve ●
"Voroninsky"
● School Museum
Room
● ● Karai-Saltykovskaya
s.Karay-Saltykovo district hospital
● Gravestone
Damir M.K.
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OOO Nadezhda
Main part
Journey through the native village
Every person should have a feeling of love for his country, for his Motherland, for his land. Everyone should love their homeland and be proud that he has it. Homeland, parents, home, family - these are the roots of every person, this is something without which it is impossible to live in the world. Here the water is clearer, and the sky is doves, and the sun is brighter. The biography of each person begins with a small homeland. For everyone who shares the genuine tenderness with which these two simple words are pronounced, their small homeland is their own and unique.
Therefore, the clearest and most beautiful definition of these words can only be given by the one who introduced this term into the modern Russian language - Vasily Shukshin, "The word about the" small homeland ":
"... Motherland ... I live with the feeling that someday I will return to my homeland forever. Maybe I need this, I think, in order to constantly feel the worldly "margin of safety" in myself: there is always where to return if it becomes It's one thing to live and fight when there is somewhere to return, another thing is when there is nowhere to retreat. I think that a Russian person is helped in many ways by the consciousness of this, there is still where to retreat, where to catch one's breath, gather one's courage. And some kind of enormous power seems to me there, in my homeland, some kind of life-giving force that needs to be touched in order to regain the lost pressure in the blood.It can be seen that that vitality, that fortitude that our ancestors brought there, lives there with people to this day , and it is not for nothing that one believes that native air, native speech, a song familiar from childhood, the affectionate word of a mother heal the soul.
Homeland ... And why does the thought live in my heart that someday I will stay there forever? When? After all, life is not like ... Why? Maybe because she lives constantly in the heart, and her bright image will go out with me. Apparently so. Bless you, my homeland, labor and human reason! Be happy! You will be happy and I will be happy."
Motherland - native land, Motherland - native nature - we feel this from childhood. We are maturing, growing, growing together with us, the concept of "Motherland" is expanding. We begin to understand and feel like a part of our people.
My small homeland is the village of Karay-Saltykovo with its own special appearance, with its – even if the most modest and unpretentious – beauty, it appears to a person in childhood and remains with him for life.
The village of Karai-Saltykovo is one of the oldest settlements in our region. It is mentioned in the documents of the second revision tale of 1745, but it is apparently based on a significantbut earlier, before 1719, since references are made in the documents to the fact thatmany serfs went through the first audit in the village of Karae, as it was called at that time.
The first settlers who founded the village were serfs of small landlords, bought and transferred by them from different counties.
The documents say: “The village of Arkhangelsk, Karay, too, adviserBoris Ivanov, son of Yartsev, peasants transferred to the Simbirsk districtdu from the village of Nikolsky, Solovchikha, too, bought from Fyodor Gagarin: Nikita Ivanov, Avdey Egorov ... Major Blazhinin peasants, writtennye in the previous census for Karai: Fedor Kirillov, Trofim Dmitriev ...Only 10 souls." Then the serfs bought inRyazan and other districts from Major General Mikhail Petrov, son of SalTykov: Ivan Savelyev, Petr Ivanov, Maxim Petrov, Ivan Prokofiev,Afanasy Akimov and others. A total of 292 people.
It must be assumed that Mikhail Saltykov began to settle his peasants in Karai.lean peasants much later than small landowners.I believe that the village got its name from the Karay River, near the mouth of which it is located, and from the surname of one of former owners villages - nobles Saltykovs.
1. The territory of the reserve "Voroninsky"
Our places are so beautiful that they decided to save them for future generations. That's why most of forests around the village entered the State nature reserve"Voroninsky", which was created on August 12, 1994.
The reserve is located in the middle reaches of the Vorona River in the southeast of the Oka-Don Plain, has an area of 10,320 hectares and is about 40 kilometers long from north to south. It is located on the territory of two administrative regions Tambov region, Inzhavinsky and Kirsanovsky, and consists of two relatively large plots and ten small ones, located in the valleys of the Vorona River and its tributaries.
The reserve is a conservation, research and environmental education institution of federal significance. The main objectives of the reserve are to preserve and study the natural course of natural processes and phenomena, the genetic fund of flora and fauna, individual species and communities of plants and animals, typical and unique ecological systems.
The history of the creation of the reserve is closely connected with the name of the outstanding Russian geographer V.P. famous traveler, who proposed at the beginning of the 20th century. to create here "uryomny park". "Urema" is a special, impenetrable floodplain forest. Its restoration and study is the main task of the reserve.
In 1902, in the book “Russia. Complete geographical description our fatherland. Desktop and travel book for Russian people. Volume 2 "P.P. Semenov-Tyan-Shansky wrote: “The deciduous forests along the Vorona River are very well preserved, consisting mainly of oak, aspen, willow, birch, maple, black maple, ash. All this urema has retained in its best places to this day its primitive, almost virgin beauty, despite the fact that very populated villages are located along the river along its tributaries.
This poetic note by the famous Russian scientist and traveler actually began the long history of the creation of the Voronin State Nature Reserve.
In December 1989, preparing the creation of a modern reserve, specialists from the Tambov Pedagogical Institute, the regional local history museum, the Regional Committee for Nature Protection wrote:
"... Three large lakes are located here - Ramza, Simerka and Kipets, which are nesting places for numerous waterfowl. A flock of swans is especially valuable, annually breeding on Lake Kipets. Alternation forest areas and meadows, hilly terrain, the purity of the river make the area one of the most picturesque areas of the region, of great aesthetic value.
2. The estate of Petrovo-Solovovo
… At one time, Count Petrovo-Solovovo was a fairly large landowner in the Tambov province. Count Mikhail Grigorievich Petrovo-Solovovo was the first to acquire land in our area. He had 3,000 acres of land. Petrovo-Solovovo owned tobacco warehouses, a stud farm with up to 140 horses, a herd of pigs with 90 heads, a winery, and a water mill.
The count rarely visited his estate, in which his wife, nee Perovskaya, constantly lived. All affairs were managed by his manager - Vasily Yakovlevich Havelka, Kirsanovsky merchant of the 2nd guild, honorary citizen. According to archival data, Petrovo-Solovovo wrote a power of attorney to manage all his movable and immovable property in the name of Havelka.
The manor complex included a count's house, a house church, and a carriage house. There was a stud farm nearby, where valuable breeds of horses were bred, grooms, visitors, clerks, 5 riders, 27 civilian workers worked. According to the documents, the estate has 88 employees, the manager and his son - 90 people. Birds, pigs, bulls, working horses were also bred on the farm - everything that was needed.
The count's estate of 2 floors was distinguished by a magnificent natural landscape. Located on the left bank of the Vorona River, it pleased the eye with a successful combination of forests, steppe and water meadows. miraculous, the purest river, snow-white lilies in quiet backwaters, the deepest, up to 15 meters, whirlpools and a good powerful forest in its floodplain. A feature that catches the eye is the two forged metalletters P-Sembedded in masonry. They remind us that the house belongs to Count Petrovo-Solovovo. We tried to pull them out, but they do not give in, there is no way to even pick them up anywhere.
The coup d'état of 1917 did not accept the count and was forced to leave our region.And his son Mikhail Mikhailovich at the beginningXXcentury committed suicide. He threw himself under a train at the station of Bogoyavlenskaya, Petrovsky district, Tambov region.
Since then, the magnificent estate of Petrovo-Solovovo has passed from one owner to another.
Memories of old-timers
Old-timers Redko Anna Alekseevna, Yushin Nikolai Korneevich, Baryshnikova Antonina Timofeevna recall that the winter garden was the pride of the owners. Not far from the house there is a linden alley, which has survived to this day (see attachment). Near the house there was a gazebo and many flower beds, for watering which there were special boilers with water.
Residents remember that the master came to the village on a pair of horses, in a carriage and presented children with sweets. He treated the people of Petrovo-Solovovo sincerely, especially loved children. When he happened to catch village boys with fish caught on the Raven River on his estate, he never punished them. The count simply bought their catch from them and released it back into the river.
We learned that the master helped capable people study. For example, by order of the hostess, funds were allocated for the education of capable village children. For example, Anastasia Ivanovna Shuvarina, one of the first primary school teachers in the village of Yasachny-Balykley, received her education at the expense of Petrovo-Solovovo. How kind he was.
Rural workers
Almost all the inhabitants of our village worked for the count. Peaches, apricots, oranges and grapes grew in the winter garden, according to the memoirs of Baryshnikova Antonina Timofeevna, born in 1907. Grandma told me about it. The work of the farmer was hard and unbearable. Everything was done by hand. A common plowing tool was a plow. They also used scythes, rakes, sickles, pitchforks for harvesting. The steward rode around on horseback and checked how the sheaves were being knitted. People will sit down to rest, and they will see him and immediately go to work. The peasants barely made ends meet until the next harvest. Because of this, there was a stratification into rich and poor. More and more peasants expressed their dissatisfaction. So, my fellow villagers did not live in a fairy tale.
Memories of Morozova Galina Aleksandrovna
The count's lands were even at a distance of 30 kilometers from the village. We turned to Galina Aleksandrovna Morozova, born in 1951, a teacher of Russian language and literature in the village of Kulevcha. She told us about Petrovo-Solovovo, according to the recollections of her great-aunt Marfa Ivanovna Kuznetsova, born in 1901. The village in which they lived is called Solovka, by the name of "master". It is located at a distance of 1 kilometer from Kulevcha. He himself did not live here, but the manager disposed of everything: he hired people, paid, punished.
Residents in Solovka were better off than those who lived in Kulevche. Many of the Solovki had good gardens and orchards. The orchards had good pears, cherries, plums, raspberries, blackberries. Even in the 50s and 60sXXFor centuries, most of the Kulevchintsy did not have gardens, not all of them grew gourds. Surplus products Solovki sold at the market.
Solovovka was populated by residents from Konoplyanka, where there were also lands of Count Petrovo-Solovovo.
Still, the count really cared about the well-being of his region.
After the October Revolution, Petrovo-Solovovo had to flee. The wealth of the count was the source of many legends about a huge treasure hidden near the estate.
In the fiftiesXXcenturies, the manor housed an orphanage. It lasted until the seventies. Many pupils have dispersed around the country, and some live in our village.
Correspondence with the Russian Nobility Assembly
We turned for help to the headquarters of the Russian Nobility Assembly with a request to help in finding information about Count Petrovo-Solovovo.
They sent us the genealogy of the Petrovo-Solovovo family in order to determine who exactly was the owner of our estate. And then it would be possible to look for the living descendants of this person. We learned that the family of Petrovo-Solovovo, although it was quite noble and rich, did not have the title of a count. However, somewhere inXVIIIThe th knee of the family was Mikhail Grigorievich Petrovo-Solovovo, married to Countess Maria Borisovna Perovskaya. Their son Mikhail Mikhailovich Petrovo-Solovovo in 1907 received the right to be titled Count Perovsky-Petrovo-Solovovo. On each brick from which the buildings are built, the seal of the brick factory - “PS” has been preserved. Several of these exhibits are in the school museum room.
3. Watermill on the Raven River
Not far from the estate, a steam mill worked, raising the low water level of the river to Parevka itself. It has survived to this day. This is a solid building of red brick, on the banks of the Crow River. The mill was built in the middle of XIX century. Until the 90s of the XX century, it supplied the inhabitants of the surrounding villages with excellent grinding flour.
The mill is still in good condition.
4. School museum room
Since 2008, the school has had a school museum room. Here you can learn about the history of the village of Karai-Saltykovo, education, medicine, the church in the village, about the estate of Petrovo-Solovovo, about the participation of fellow villagers in the Great Patriotic War.
There are 320 exhibits in the funds of the museum room, of which 300 are authentic.The most interesting exhibits are agricultural toolsXIX-XX centuries, everyday and festive clothes of peasants, bast shoes, shoes, rabbit coats, school supplies of the 40-90s of the XX century, school uniform of the Soviet period, pioneer paraphernalia, gramophone, records, receiver, overhead projector, icons, icon lamp, candlesticks, royal coins and Soviet periods, bayonets and daggers of the Antonov battles, military flasks, soldier uniforms from the times of the Great Patriotic War, irons, mirrorXIXcenturies and a bookcase (from the estate of Count Petrovo-Solovovo), a chest, a spinner, tows, kerosene bast shoes, kerosene gas, a wooden trough, rubels, homespun towels, knitted tablecloths, embroidery, cast iron, pots, photographs, books.
Expositions created:
The history of the village of Karai-Saltykovo
Manor of Count Petrovo-Solovovo
Church in the village of Karai-Saltykovo
Tambov uprising 1919-1921
Tools of labor and life of peasants
Women's needlework
Education in the village of Karai-Saltykovo
This is how our grandmothers learned
Health care in the countryside. Dr. M.K.Damir
Village in the Great Patriotic War
Leaders of collective farm production
Participants in the hostilities in Afghanistan, in Chechnya
Honored teacher of the RSFSR, writer V.P. Baranov
Writer K.I. Bukovsky and the village of Karai-Saltykovo
Reserve "Voroninsky"
Excavations in the village of Kipets
I would like to tell you about one of them - about the church in our village.
As a result of a long search, they found photographs and material about the church. We learned that the founder of the first Archangel temple in 1784 was Prince Dashkov, who built, in addition to the church, houses for the parable, a village for peasants and determined the site for the cemetery.
“A warm, stone church was founded in 1883 in the center of the village on the market square and consecrated in 1886. Church stone, warm, 1886, in the name of Archangel Michael. It was built at the expense of Petrovo-Solovovo.
An extremely rare stone iconostasis was built in the church, also at the expense of Count Petrovo-Solovovo. Part of the neighboring village of Balykleya was included in the parish, 110 households, male souls - 353, female - 376, three miles from the church. There was a parochial council and an almshouse. There was an inventory of church property and parish registers of 1820. Church library in 63 volumes. Of the members of the clergy, the deacon has an annual allowance from the treasury - 150 rubles, the reader - 100 rubles.
According to the memoirs of the old-timers of the village Shatilova Valentina Pavlovna, Nekhorosheva Lyubov Mikhailovna, Abramova Larisa Dmitrievna, Lomov Boris Dmitrievich, the church was made of red brick. They closed it after the revolution. Gradually she fell into decline. The domes were removed around 1953-1954. The icons have been removed. The church was finally broken down in 1957-1958.She understood it hard. The pride of our village is gone.
A club, workshops, and a school were built from church bricks in the village of Pavlovka. Galanina Maria Sergeevna, born in 1927, worked in workshops and recalled that church books were used in auto repair shops for gaskets when repairing tractors.
What happens is that some give money for construction, while others destroy everything. But Petrovo-Solovovo allocated funds for good deeds.
5. Karai-Saltykovskaya district hospital
In 1890 he arrived at the Karay-Saltykov HospitalM.K. Damir . He was born in 1862 in Chisinau, in the family of a Romanian official. His mother was Turkish. He graduated from the natural faculty of Odessa University, and then the medical faculty of Moscow University, the young doctor decided to devote his whole life to the cause of public health. He chose the deep village of Karay-Saltykovo as the place of his activity. The zemstvo hospital was very poorly equipped. I had to build a hospital power plant, mechanical laundry, make central water heating. The laboratory and operating room were urgently equipped, and a set of modern surgical instruments and apparatus was purchased. The zemstvo administration and Count Petrovo-Solovovo helped in this. The hospital was sterile cleanliness (he checked the cleanliness with a handkerchief). In any weather M.K. Damir went on a horse-drawn carriage to assist the sick in distant villages. The hospital did microscopic analyzes and histological studies of tissues. Diagnostics at a high scientific level. Damir M.K. closely followed the achievements of medicine, biology and other sciences, both in Russia and abroad. While operating on one peasant, he himself received blood poisoning. They could not cure. 1915.
In the archive fund of the Medical Department of the Tamov provincial government, in the report on the medical condition of the Tambov province for 1888, information is given about the Karai-Saltykovskaya hospital of the Kirsanov district as “satisfactory for its purpose”. More details about the Karai-Saltykov hospital are available in the report on the medical condition of the Tambov province for 1897: “The premises are a stone, 2-storey (wooden top) house with a central corridor, built specifically for the hospital, the building is generally good, at the bottom there is a reception, a pharmacy, material and room for the midwife; at the top of the ward, 5 in number, of which 2 are male and 3 are female, there are 33 beds in total ... It is not possible to confirm the exact date of formation of the Karai-Saltykov hospital.
(Base: F-30, op.67, d.2, l.58; op.73, d.6, l.7, 7v.)
6. Gravestone for Damir M.K.
In 1966, the son of M.K. He brought craftsmen who made an inscription on the stone in gold letters, perpetuating the memory of his father. The villagers also helped them. Alim Matveyevich presented mementos and photographs to everyone who worked with his father.
From generation to generation, the memory of Dr. Damir, who devoted his whole life to the cause of public health, is passed on, acquiring legends. All without a trace. Schoolchildren tend to his grave. One of the streets of our village is named after Damir.
After many years of thoughtless attitude to the history of your “small motherland”, to its immediate and distant past, you understand how necessary and important it is for us. And yes, it's just interesting.
7. OOO Nadezhda
There are several large farms in our village. Wheat, barley, oats, sunflowers, and beets are grown on the fields of these farms. One of them is Nadezhda LLC, which is headed by V.A. Nikishin.
In 1991, one of the first in the Inzhavinsky district of the Tambov region, Viktor Alekseevich created the Nikishin V.A. peasant farm, the main activity of the peasant farm was the production of agricultural products (grain, sunflower).
In 1999, an agricultural production cooperative "Nadezhda" was created, Nikishin V.A. became the chairman of the SHPK.
The main activity remains the production of grain and sunflower on the leased lands of the shareholders.
In 2001, the farm purchased livestock and began to develop dairy and meat livestock.
In 2003, the KFH "Nikishin V.A." and SHPK "Nadezhda" merged, and as a result of the merger, the Limited Liability Company "Nadezhda" was organized with an authorized capital of 2228 thousand rubles. Nikishin Victor Alekseevich becomes the General Director.
The main activity of Nadezhda LLC is the production of grain, sunflower, milk, and meat. Nadezhda LLC employs 70 people.
Nikishin Victor Alekseevich, CEO Limited Liability Company "Nadezhda", was born on May 14, 1954 in the village of Bolshaya Sosnovka, Michurinsky District, Tambov Region.
He studied at the Sosnovskaya eight-year school, graduated in 1970 from the secondary labor polytechnic school No. 19 in the city of Michurinsk.
In 1971 he entered and in 1976 graduated from the Michurinsk Fruit and Vegetable Institute with a degree in agronomist. In 1998, he graduated from the Michurinsk Agricultural Academy with a degree in Economics and Management in the Agro-Industrial Complex.
He began his career in 1969 at the Lenin Way collective farm in the Michurinsky district.
After graduating from the Michurinsk Fruit and Vegetable Institute, he worked as an agronomist at the Novotomnikovsky stud farm No. 77 in the Morshansk region. From September 1976 to May 1991, he worked in the Inzhavinsky district as the chief agronomist, chairman of the Leninskaya Iskra collective farm, secretary of the party organization of the Path to Communism collective farm, and chairman of the executive committee of the Karai-Saltykovsky village council.
Since 1991, one of the organizers of the peasant-farm movement in the Tambov region. He took part in the work of the first congresses of the AKKOR association.
Headed by a peasant farm, subsequently Nadezhda LLC, annually achieves high performance, which is noted by the district and regional administrations.
He was awarded the diploma "Professional Team of the Country" in 2007, the Certificate of Honor of the Ministry of Agriculture in 2008.
In 2007 he was elected a deputy of the Inzhavinsky District Council of People's Deputies.
In Nadezhda LLC, the leaders of agricultural production achieve high performance.
For the future, the farm plans to improve the material and technical base for storing products: the reconstruction of the grain cleaning complex and the installation of a dryer (documentation has been prepared, gas has been supplied).
In animal husbandry, it is planned to breed beef cattle. The first in the Tambov region in 2011 were brought to the farm seventy heads of breeding heifers of the Kalmyk breed.
Nikishin Viktor Alekseevich also cares about the prosperity of our village. Helps people find jobs and housing. Is a sponsor of the school. Helps with various trips and necessary acquisitions. Sponsored the issue of the "School newspaper". It is in his enterprises that the majority of the population is employed.
Behind last years V. A. Nikishin visited the USA, Germany, Austria to exchange experience and to use new energy-intensive equipment in his economy. The equipment is very comfortable and convenient for workers.
A visit to Italy allowed him to gain experience in the processing of agricultural products.
Wherever Viktor Alekseevich comes back from, he always says that there is no more beautiful than our village, fields, sky and earth!
Conclusion:
Love for the motherland, for the land where you live, must be brought up from childhood, at least as a tribute to the ancestors. Only then will people educate subsequent generations on the same principles of gratitude and respect for those who lived before them. Only then will there be respect for historical heritage: to architectural monuments and noble deeds, to people and events, to the nature of the native land and, of course, to descendants. Only then will the chain of succession of reason in people's lives not be interrupted.
Each person should have his own homeland - the place where you were born. So that you can bow to your ancestors, just think.
At present, we, members of the "Local History" circle, continue to collect material from the history of our village. We are happy and grateful to everyone who responds to our requests.
List of used literature
Baranov V.P. "Peasant uprising in the Tambov province (1920-1921)". Tambov, 1991
Bukovsky K.I. "From past and present". Soviet writer, Moscow, 1975
Muravyov N.V. "From the history of settlements Tambov region. Voronezh, Central Black Earth Book Publishing House, 1988
Semenov-Tyan-Shansky V.P. "Russia. A complete geographical description of our fatherland. Desktop and travel book for Russian people. Volume 2"
Strygin A. V. "Payback". "Proletarian Light", Tambov, 1964
Chronicle of nature reserve "Voroninsky". Volume 1. 1996
Application
Map of Kirsanovsky district. 1903
Karay-Saltykovo-17.
The estate of Petrovo-Solovovo. On the high bank of the Raven River.
Pine alley Petrovo-Solovovo.
Water Mill.
Karai-Saltykovskaya district hospital.
M.K. Damir, doctor of the Karai-Saltykov hospital.
1886-1915
Tatyana Damir, biologist-granddaughter of M.K. Damir, wife of academician S.P. Kapitsa.
Gravestone of M.K.Damiru at the rural cemetery.
Church in the village of Karay-Saltykovo.
The artist of the Petrovo-Solovovo church I.S.Ksenofontov.
Ascension.
School museum room.
Home stuff.
Gramophone.
Head of Nadezhda LLC V.A. Nikishin.
Our fields.
Modern technology is the key to good harvests.
Harvesting on the fields of Nadezhda LLC
Booklet about the village of Karai-Saltykovo.
Elena Tokareva
Talovaya, Talovaya -
my motherland.
Here on a July morning
I appeared.
Everyone knows the aching feeling of longing for home . When, returning after another absence, with bated breath you approach your settlement, in which born and raised. At night, this feeling becomes even deeper and sharper. Talova's lights are so beckoning, as if they say that everyone is glad to see you back.
The house in which childhood was spent is a powerful foundation, the foundation of all further human existence. What was presented to him in this small world, then will affect and be reflected in his fate. And it is not necessary to live in a palace, on the contrary, from simple village houses made by joint efforts and their own labor, those guys and girls come out who in the future, having created a family, will put together the same strong house for themselves. I remember how during my childhood I changed - my house was also transformed. The chestnut planted at the gate grew, turning from a fragile sprout into a mighty branched tree. Life does not stand still. But it would be boring and monotonous without friends, neighbors, acquaintances surrounding me. Children's voices, laughter, noise fill our street. The kids go out walk: some boys ride bicycles, others try to grab more cherries from Uncle Vanya's front garden, girls go rollerblading, kids attack sandboxes; observant old women occupy their faithful post on the benches to keep abreast of all affairs.
I recognize my street from thousands, it is not greener and more beautiful. Huge crowns of sprawling willows save from the heat. Their branches hang down to the ground. If you get closer to the trunk, you will go unnoticed by passers-by. You can get comfortable and dream, think about something secret. The sweet aroma turns your head. The measured buzzing of insects, the cool breeze, the soft grass softly lull you to sleep. And now a quiet snore is heard. The voice of the mother, calling to the table, helps to wake up from sleep. Her gentle hands help me get out of my hiding place, the naughty hair on my head stirs. It would always be so - calmly and reliably.
But time moves inexorably forward, the time of growing up imperceptibly creeps up, when you longingly remember what is irretrievably gone. Everything goes on as usual, changes, transforms. It's hard to recognize in me that rosy-cheeked plump little boy who measured the puddles of his street with huge rubber boots. You don't recognize mine native village: neatly trimmed lawns, whitewashed trees, beautiful flower beds, playgrounds, improved recreation areas, asphalt roads, modern cars, houses under construction, cleanliness and order all around. Everywhere you can see the work of people - Talovites, who care about the prosperity of their small homeland.
If we all live together principle: "Who, if not me?", let's not shift our responsibility to others, then a lot will change in this world. It will become brighter and more beautiful. Nothing makes a person more unhappy than thinking about the lost past. Therefore, there is no need to regret what happened. We need to catch every moment of the present, making our contribution to the development and creation of the world given to us.
Over a tall sprawling willow
A flock of starlings circles in the spring.
Returning to native spaces,
Yearning for this land.
edge native you are forever loved
For me and for thousands of people.
Stay blooming beautiful
And the alluring brilliance of lights ...
Talovaya, Talovaya -
my motherland.
Here on a July morning
