Regional newspapers about land and villages. Native village - holy land

As we age, many of us increasingly remember the years of childhood and youth, the people with whom we worked together and, of course, those who were close and who are no longer with us. And sometimes I want to talk about them, remember them with kind words, because they lived and worked honestly for the good of their native land, for their Motherland. Our reader G.I. Maksimova from the village of Pustomenka also decided to do this. She came to the editorial office and talked about her father, Ivan Alekseevich Shashkov, who would have turned 100 years old on August 18 this year.

He was born and lived his entire life in Pustoramenka. His parents, Feodosia Vasilievna and Alexey Vasilievich, were peasants and always worked on the land. When the time came for collectivization, like many fellow villagers, they joined the collective farm and took all the animals from the yard to the public farm. Three sons: Nikolai, Ivan and Peter were also taught to work from an early age. The boys grew up strong, capable and hardworking.

Winter 1941-1942

We are walking in a group along the road paved with military vehicles from Mokhnetsy to the Mukhreevskaya school. A military ambulance is driving. One of us raises our hand. Usually military vehicles don't stop, but not this time. A female military doctor lifts me into the car with the words: “Oh, how small!” I am a first-grader, the youngest and the smallest in stature among Mokhnetsk schoolchildren. Mukhreevo is not far, two kilometers from the village of Mokhnetsy. But the first war winter was harsh. We try to hitchhike to school.

My childhood and youth were spent in the village of Novy Pochinok in the rural settlement of Ilgoshchi. I was born in 1946. Me and my peers can be called children of Victory, since our fathers returned home, having victoriously completed the defeat of a strong and treacherous enemy. The end of the forties and the beginning of the fifties of the twentieth century was a difficult time. People had hope for quick changes for the better, especially since our people know how to overcome difficulties like no other.

Until 1956, all Kushala residents had this address. The Kushalinsky district included the territory of the present Rameshkovsky district from the Medveditsa River towards Tver.

As befits a regional center, in the village of Kushalino there were located the district party committee and the district executive committee (in the hospital building), the district consumer union, the State Bank (in the rural settlement administration building), the police (on the banks of the full-flowing Kushalka River, the building has not survived) opposite the Diller store, not far from away from it (on the site of a department store) was the editorial office of the newspaper “For Bolshevik Collective Farms.”

And in the center of the village, in the most prominent place, stood a monument to leader I.V. Stalin. People took pictures around him and brought flowers to his foot. We can say that this was an iconic place in the regional center. Then Joseph Vissarionovich was replaced by Vladimir Ilyich. In the era of the construction of socialism and its development, there were leaders, and monuments were erected to them...

In the fifties of the last century, the House of Culture operated in the temple. For many years, its activities were led by Anna Ivanovna Gutman. For many years there was a dance group at the Palace of Culture, in which more than twenty people practiced.

“Where does childhood go? Which cities? And where can we find a means to get there again? As sad as it is to realize, you can’t return that distant time that smells so sweetly of grandma’s pies, freshly cut grass, fresh milk, and geraniums on the window. Childhood is that happy time when you soar in the clouds and love the whole world with your naive childish love.

Every summer, my brother and I visited our grandmother, Anna Vasilievna Mikhailova, and grandfather, Mikhail Nikolaevich Mikhailov, in the village of Zubtsovo. This is a calm village where everyone is friends. I remember that my grandmother always had a lot of guests, she greeted everyone as if she were family, and left no one unattended. Grandmother's table was hospitable, although they were never rich. A mute old woman, Baba Manya, often came to them. Grandma managed to talk to her too. Baba Manya took our measurements and sewed clothes for me and my brother in gratitude for my grandmother’s warmth and care. In general, grandmother was open, kind, generous, compassionate and very, very dear to the whole village. She was always ready to help, warm, support. A poor family lived next door, and their grandmother brought them things and food. If someone in the village had trouble, they immediately ran to their grandmother.

Antonina Vasilyevna Gubanova’s childhood was in the fifties and sixties of the last century. She was born and raised in the village of Denisovo, rural settlement Nikolskoye. The village is located on the banks of the Medveditsa River, the places in the area are the most beautiful. The village has a rich historical past. Before the revolution it belonged to the landowner N.V. Zinoviev, in 1917, 482 people lived in it. Afterwards it became the administrative center of the Mokhnetsky Village Council, which included the villages of Mokhnetsy and Zapetriki, and the village of Tyurevo-Lovtsovo. In 1929, some peasants organized the “Activist” agricultural artel. Alexei Gubanov was elected as the first chairman, who was subjected to dispossession and eviction during the dispossession campaign. In 1934, there were 69 farms in Denisovo, 470 people lived, a butter churn, a felting mill, and 2 forges operated. The children studied at a first-level school opened in the village. During the war, the village was filled with refugees from Tver and the occupied areas of our region. During the Great Patriotic War, 26 local residents died. In 1949, the collective farm expanded due to the annexation of Slobodikha and Tyurevo-Lovtsovo, later it became part of the enlarged collective farm "Zavety Ilyich", in 1965 it was transformed into the Tuchevsky state farm.

“During my childhood, my native village was crowded and full of children,” recalls Antonina Gubanova.

– We studied at an elementary school that stood on our street, the building is still alive, although children have not studied there for a long time, now it is privately owned. I still remember two classrooms with desks, a large corridor. The bell for classes was signaled by a bell. We tried to prepare home lessons while it was still light outside, and if we didn’t have time, we taught them in the evening under a kerosene lamp. There was no electricity in the village at that time. I remember my first teacher Maria Nikolaevna Gromova. She was kind, fair, and moderately strict towards us, her students. I remember this incident: my dad was a foreman, he kept the key to the board, and together with the teacher we were listening to a radio line or some important program. After that, Maria Nikolaevna locked the building and asked me to take the key to dad. I didn’t want to break away from my classmates, I fell behind a little, and then caught up with the guys. I don’t know where my key went, I lost it! Dad scolded me and forgot, but the teacher remembered my offense for a long time. And for a long time I remembered that you need to obey your elders. After the fourth grade, we went to study at the Bobrovskaya school. Bobrovo is located on the other side of the Medveditsa. In the spring, so that we could get to school, lavas were installed across the river; more than once it happened that children fell into the water while getting to class. We perceived this as an adventure! And during the flood it happened until the water entered the banks, and children were transported to school on boats. Olya Basova, Valya Fedorova, Olya Khrabrova, Tolya Emelyanov, Tonya Samodurova, Vera Mukhina and Nina Bukhtareva from Berezhok, Zoya Volkova from Grishutin studied with me. They grew vegetables on the school plot and helped the Tuchevsky state farm: they dug potatoes and raised flax. They played volleyball on the playground behind the school and went skiing in winter. We went to competitions in Rameshki, went on hikes with tents to the source of the river. On the pioneers' birthday in May, they always organized a huge bonfire, sang songs, and played.

My father, Vasily Ivanovich Gubanov, a participant in the Great Patriotic War, was a foreman on a collective farm for a long time. Collective farmers gathered at our house in the morning and he put them to work. Mom, Maria Vasilyevna, first worked in Bobrov in a knitting artel, and then as a postman. The post office was located in the village of Mogilki. Mom delivered newspapers, magazines, letters and postcards. There was a lot of correspondence - two heavy bags. And she had a large area: Tyurevo, Mokhnetsy, Bobrovo, Denisovo. I helped her during the holidays both at work and at home. She tended the cow, weeded the beds, and put the house in order. The family prepared hay almost all summer. When I was younger, I drove horse flies away from the horse, and when I grew up, I raked and stacked the hay. There is always a lot of work in summer. But they also had time to rest. We loved to run to the river with our friends. What a pleasure it is to plunge into the cool water of Ursa on a hot day! They also brought films to the village, showed them at the board, and artists from Rameshki came to give concerts.

The village used to have its own store, Aunt Nyusha Martynova worked there, and then Valentina Belyakova. Separately by the river there was a kerosene stove - this is a small shop that sold kerosene, which was used both for lamps and kerosene gas.

Electricity appeared in Denisov in 1960-61. First, lights were installed in Bobrov. I remember how women joked that the light in the house was now so bright that all the dust and dirt was visible. Then electricity was installed in Denisovo. Everyone was happy. We were one of the first in the village to have a television. All the neighbors gathered to watch the program. They placed benches, chairs, stools in the front room, and those who did not have enough space sat directly on the floor.”

After graduating from the Bobrovskaya eight-year school, Antonina Gubanova studied at a school in Tver, and then worked in the city. She did not lose contact with the village; she visited her parents on weekends and vacations. And eleven years ago I completely returned to my native Denisovo to take care of my old mother. She couldn't handle it alone. Now her mother is no longer there, Antonina remains to live in her home in the village. In summer, life here is in full swing. Children's laughter sounds on the street, bicycle bells ring. In almost every house the lights come on in the evenings, people work or relax in the courtyards and gardens. Residents of only ten houses remain for the winter. There is no store in the village, but auto shops come regularly; all local residents know the auto store's schedule and gather in the center of the village to shop. In winter, the road is regularly cleaned, so you can drive any car at any time of the year. The only pity is that public transport does not go here. To go on business to Nikolskoye or Rameshki, you need to negotiate with your neighbors and look for a private owner. The places here are quiet and beautiful, from the window Antonina Vasilievna has seen foxes and hares more than once. In winter, on white snow, the red coat of foxes is visible from afar. And you have to protect the trees planted in the garden from hares.

Here, in the village of Denisovo, everything is familiar to her and everything is loved.

N. OSIPOVA

Today we print memories Maria Nikolaevna Gurkina from the village of Shelomets, rural settlement Nikolskoye.

Thirties

Even before the war, in the village of Grigorovo of the Tuchevsky village council there were many people, more than a hundred residents in forty-five houses. Separately, behind the stream, there was the Dubrovka farm, on which five houses were built. In the forties, the village had its own store, primary school and kindergarten, sheep farm and stables. Grigorovo is a Karelian village. At home, in the store, on the street, everyone spoke their native language, even children at school were taught lessons in Karelian.

There were four children growing up in the Piskunov family: Maria, Nikolai, Elizaveta and Antonina. The head of the family, Nikolai Ivanovich, held the position of chairman of the collective farm, and his wife, Alexandra Mikhailovna, was listed as a private. We lived well and amicably. Grandmother and grandfather Yurasov helped; they lived separately, but not far away.

In those distant years, there were strong houses in the village, and willows and birches grew along the street. Each family had a large farm. The village was located far from many roads, the closest route was to Yazvitsa, three kilometers, and to Nikolskoye - five. The road to the village of Molyakovo and the village of Zastolbye passed through this area.

The past cannot be changed, remade, corrected. And as you know, history does not have a subjunctive mood.

The village of my childhood is a part of my life that my memory carefully preserves. It can be told by remembering the brightest moments or the pictures that appear before your eyes...

The herd of animals in the village of Zamytye was large: several farms, almost every house had cows or goats, a separate conversation can be had about sheep. We came to our grandmothers for the summer and went with them to meet the herd. We approached a driveway that led to a distant farm. A lot of people gathered. Grandmothers hid a treat for animals - bread - in their aprons, and held twigs in their hands. This is where the latest news was discussed. And we, children, ran through the warm gray dust and peered into the distance: when will the cows go home? We can say that for us it was a kind of ritual: to meet a cow or goat and accompany it home, but for the village children it was considered a duty. While we were waiting for the animals, we ran, played, laughed - in a word, we were happy. Summer! Village! Freedom! This is a memory of the last century...

Now there is no large herd in Zamytye, and no small one either. I don’t know how many cows there are in the entire district.

On July 9, on the day of the Tikhvin Icon of the Mother of God, an old grandmother gave me a can in my hand and sent me to a spring outside the village. “Zamytsia princes loved to drink tsaek.” I went to pick up my friend, and we went to get water. To get to the source, we made our way along an overgrown path. The water in the spring flowed in a thin stream, and they scooped it up with a mug. We approached the place, filled up with water, took a breath and headed back. We knew: we couldn’t refuse old grandmothers, they were waiting for us at home with water. And next to the overgrown spring, white and purple violets bloomed, exuding a delicate aroma. For us it was a reward to collect a small bouquet of wildflowers.

This spring remained abandoned during the Soviet years. And two years ago he began to transform. Now he is unrecognizable! Nothing remains of the old place. The employees of the administration of the rural settlement of Vysokovo and G.V. tried their best. Spazhev! Now any teenager will gladly fulfill the request of an elderly person.

Dear residents of the villages of Stepanovo and Bogdanovka!

Please accept my heartiest congratulations on the wonderful anniversaries of your settlements!

190 years of Stepanovo and 115 years of Bogdanovka is a considerable period for the historical path.

For all of you, your native villages are not just a place of residence, it is a common home that unites people of different destinies, characters, generations into a single whole.

During the anniversary celebrations, you will remember with gratitude the first settlers who built the first huts on your native land, conquered fertile lands from the wild taiga and watered this land with their sweat. Bow to your fellow countrymen who fought with dignity on the fronts of the war, defending the freedom and independence of the Motherland, who forged the long-awaited victory in the deep rear.

Pay tribute of honor and respect to those who, in times of peace, glorified your small homeland with their selfless work.

The Ilansky district, including the “Krasny Khleborob” collective farm and the “Rodina” collective farm, have always been famous for agriculture, and this is the merit of several generations of people who have worked and continue to work on your land.

You are not standing still, today your task is not only to continue and preserve the traditions and history of your settlements, but also to create new things in socio-economic and cultural development.

I would like to wish you many, many good and kind anniversaries ahead. And this is only possible under one condition, if each of you feels personal responsibility for the fate of your small homeland.

I sincerely wish your territories stability and prosperity, and all residents - good health, more good and joyful events, happiness, prosperity, confidence in the future! Let peace, warmth and comfort always reign in your homes.

Deputy of the Legislative Assembly of the Krasnoyarsk Territory

Victor Kardashov

Last weekend, residents of the villages of Stepanovo and Bogdanovka took part in anniversary celebrations. Every Russian village, large or small, like Stepanovo and Bogdanovka, has its own history, which is consonant with the history of great Russia. All these years, the villagers lived with their own worries and interests, through hard work they earned their daily bread, loved, raised children, fought with the enemy, experienced poverty, celebrated holidays, rejoiced at generous harvests, held weddings, mourned the dead, tried to preserve for their descendants the most precious thing - the Motherland. .

Everyone gathered for the big holiday: both those who live in the village today and those who left, but always remembered and returned here to visit. Everyone whose heart does not let go of their small homeland.

The ancient land of the fatherland, where the grass is like showers

I was born happy in this village.

I have become related to this land forever,

Here in early spring I fell in love for the first time.

Father's land, ancient land... birches, rowan trees.

I’ll walk through the village - it’s a name day in my heart.

A line of flights flies like a flock of years...

The native village is a holy land

Almost two centuries

On June 24, Stepanovites celebrated the 190th anniversary of the formation of the village and the 50th anniversary of the rural House of Culture. The holiday took place on an improvised site near the village House of Culture. The host of the holiday, Anna Krasnopeeva, invited those gathered on an exciting trip in a comfortable train carriage with themed stops.

This holiday was held in a warm, truly homely atmosphere, where every guest who came was welcome. And the guests, without stinting on congratulations, cordially honored the heroes of the occasion and were unanimous in their wishes for further success and prosperity. On this day, the Stepanovites were greeted by the head of the district Olga Alkhimenko, the chairman of the district Council of Deputies Nikolai Ivashchenko, the head of the cultural department Galina Nikitova, the head of the Karapselsky village council Raisa Ratkevich, the director of Istochnik LLC Mikhail Bogatsky, the chairman of the trade union committee of PC-5 Nikolai Shipilo.

Diplomas from the head of the district for active social and professional activities were awarded to the director of the Stepanovsky SDK Martyshkina N.V., the head of the library T.V. Efremcheva, the paramedic M.V. Rudolf, school principal E.A. Shikolovich, postman E.S. Vysochina. A member of the creative team of the House of Culture, T.V. Shkirmanovskaya, and water supply controller N. Shakuro were awarded a certificate from the head of the Karapselsky village council. The title “Best Estate” was awarded to the family of Yuri and Tatyana Ilimov, spouses Tsilko and G.I. Shkirmanovskaya.

The head of the peasant farm, S.G. Korolkov, presented the Stepanovites with a lawn mower, which will help maintain the village street in order.

Young Stepanovites had a great time at the children's playground and took an active part in a master class on decorative and applied arts, organized by specialists from the museum and exhibition center.

It became possible to plunge into a pleasant wave of memories thanks to the photo exhibition “Here is the beginning of my Motherland”, organized by the regional archive, the Karapselsky village council and employees of the Stepanovsky House of Culture.

Homemade treats in farmsteads and holiday trade organically fit into the festive picture

A special emotional mood was created by the festive concert with the participation of local performers - students of the Stepanov school, as well as T. Shkirmanovskaya, L. Kalacheva, the famous Alexander and Natalia Krupenin, M. Tereshchenko, N. Kalashnikova, as well as Marina and Alexander Shikhsoltanov.

The holiday ended with an evening disco and fireworks, giving Stepanovsk residents an unforgettable experience.

Dear with all my heart

And on June 25, the residents of Bogdanovka celebrated the 115th anniversary of their amazingly cozy, picturesque village.

It is gratifying that on this day guests rushed to Bogdanovka from the regional center, the city of Krasnoyarsk, and neighboring areas. The head of the district Olga Alkhimenko, the chairman of the district Council of Deputies Nikolai Ivashchenko, and the head of the Sokolovsky village council Mikhail Romanovsky shared the festive mood with the Bogdanovites.

For many years of work, social and professional activities, veterans milkmaids L.A. Romanova and V.N. received certificates from the head of the district. Babushkina, as well as the head of the rural library N.V. Stupneva and machine operator V.A. Baranov.

The honorary guests of the holiday were old-timers L.G. Vnukova and E.I. Enina.

In his speech, the head of the Sokolovsky village council noted the work of the head of the Bogdanovsky club O.V. Romanova and proudly presented the gift to the head of the Igolkin family, into which a baby was born on the eve of the celebration.

Heads of peasant farms I.I. Shpakovsky and A.K. Leidner encouraged the best farm workers with wonderful, much needed gifts and bonuses on the farm.

Those who were born, worked or lived in Bogdanovka in different years came to the anniversary. Former students warmly greeted the daughters of the oldest teacher of the Bogdanov school, Maria Andreevna Shirshikova. This meeting turned out to be very warm and touching, because the memory of the heart does not care about years or distance.

Local artists presented a festive concert to their fellow villagers. The holiday ended, the sounds of music died down, and the Bogdanovites slowly went home, taking with them a piece of the festive mood and warm words of heartfelt congratulations.

Anniversary celebrations took place in different parts of the Ilan land on these two days off. They turned out to be different, original, but they were united by the words of declaration of love that sounded both in Stepanovo and Bogdanovka and became the main ones:

Dear village, I, as a mother, wish you well!

As my dear, I wish you love!

As a best friend, I wish you success!

Live long, dear village

And let these holidays become a bright, memorable event and serve as a new impetus for inspired work for the benefit of the settlements, for the benefit of all its inhabitants.

Love for the Motherland always begins with love for one’s native village, one’s native land.

On the territory of the Novogryanovskaya rural administration there are three settlements: the village of Novoye Goryanovo, Mezhdurechensk and the village of Maloe Klochkovo. Today, the village of Maloe Klochkovo is classified as endangered.

According to the stories of old-timers and information from the archive, this village of Shuisky district, Vladimir province, was formed at the beginning of the 19th century. There are a number of versions of the formation of the name of the village. One of them: the master lost the land on the Klochkovo meadows to the master from the village of Bolshoye Klochkovo. This is where the expression “burn out” came from, and the village was named Goryunovo.

Second version: in the 19th century, three Tyunyaev brothers and their families moved from the village of Bolshoye Klochkovo to the free lands of the Klochkovsky meadow. We settled in the town of Meshcherikha. Houses often burned. The peasants moved to the granted lands of the landowner Vasily Semenovich Sekerin closer to the Vyazma River. The village was named Goryuny (Goryanovo), and officially the village was called Maloe Klochkovo. The abundance of hayfields, the proximity of a forest and a river rich in fish helped the peasants in their difficult lot.

From the data of the Ivanovo regional archive it is known that the village of Maloye Klochkovo was owned by the provincial secretary, landowner Sekerin Vasily Semenovich, who transferred his possessions in 1865 to his wife, the provincial secretary Elena Ivanovna Sekerina. According to an act drawn up in 1870, in “this village, 10 revisions each, there are 29 souls, and all of them are allocated land.” In 1884, land planning was carried out, and in the village of Maloye Klochkovo there were 18 farms, a farmstead and gardens near the houses, and by the beginning of the twentieth century there were up to 20 houses and about 200 people lived in it. Local residents were engaged in agricultural work, worked in logging or were engaged in cartage - they carried firewood for Karetnikov's factory on carts.

Priests came from the Pershinsky parish for church holidays, and church services were held in the chapel, which was demolished in the mid-30s of the last century.

Now it is difficult to imagine Maloe Klochkovo of the pre-war years. And then it was a whole order of houses - estates, stretching along the left side of the river for 2 kilometers. The families of the Tyunyaevs, Kolobovs, Stepanovs, Agafonovs, and Fedoseevs lived here.

Collectivization dealt the first blow to the village way of life. As throughout the country, people were forced into the collective farm using the whip, and those who disobeyed came under suspicion. Thus, the Smirnov family, who came to the village from Ankovo, fell out of favor with the authorities because “they collected too many potatoes, while the rest of the individual farmers collected too little.”

Some residents then moved to the cities to build factories and factories. And those who remained, accustomed to the social way of life, created their own collective farm-artel in 1931, giving it the name “New Life”. The first chairman of the collective farm was Nikolai Ivanovich Tyunyaev.

In total, 23 families lived in the village at that time. Public outbuildings were erected: a stable, a cowshed, a sheepfold, spacious barns, a mill, and a current. The Maloklochkovites worked together to cultivate the land, sowing it with whatever directives came down from above. Vegetable growing was especially developed, since water meadows literally adjoined the village. All the necessary equipment for cultivating the land and processing grain was made by a local blacksmith.

A team of lumberjacks worked from the collective farm in the forest. The brigade was successful and received all-Union awards.

They learned about news in the village from a radio receiver designed by Vasily Agafonov. In the people's house built by the village residents, young people staged performances, showing scenes from the life of the village and the country.

In 1941, peaceful life ended. During the Great Patriotic War, 26 people left the village, and only 15 returned. All the hard work fell on the shoulders of women, old people and teenagers. Many of them worked in the fields, and in the evening they made wooden spoons for the front.

And then there was the victorious May 1945, the return of the warriors home. There were few families then who did not pay a high price for the Great Victory. And those who returned, together with the youth, got to work, raising the collective farm, which had fallen into disrepair during the war years, and rebuilding the huts. No one knew or knew then that a quarter of a century later Maloe Klochkovo would become one of the dying settlements.

What finally finished off the village was the association of public farms. The collective farm “New Life” merged with the collective farm “Krasny Perekop”, and then into the state farm “Teikovsky”. Along with the demolition of the stables, cowshed, and sheepfold, jobs were also lost. Young people after graduating from school, having tasted the “sweetness” of working life weeding potatoes, sugar beets and other vegetables, did not wish for a parental share. She settled in cities and took her parents with her. And the huts were transported to new places.

According to the recollections of old-timers, the village began to empty in the 1950s. Today there is not a single indigenous resident left in the village. The village faces the fate of the disappeared villages of the 60s.

I don’t want to believe that a few more years will pass, and in place of the village of Maloe Klochkovo there will be a huge wasteland. And there will be one less village-breadwinner in Russia. But with every village that disappears, part of the spirituality, culture, and morality of the people is lost, and the historical image of the Motherland changes.

E. SHILOVSKAYA,

Head of the Novogryanovo Rural Library

Finally we did it!

We decided to leave the city.

And how difficult it is to get off the beaten track: work - home - work - shop - home. And a lot of fears: “what to live on in the village?” But everything turned out well for us, my husband and I are ripe for the village. And his retirement (military) also contributed to this. In addition, in the village it takes half as much money to live freely as in the city.

Local summer residents scared us in the fall: “You’ll run away in a month.” Maybe because they themselves go to the cities every winter.

And we liked spending the winter! The cleanest air and water all year round!, and not just on vacation. A calm pace of life, great opportunities for creativity, there is time to plan spring and summer affairs. Here we discovered the joy of skiing; there was simply no time for it in the city. How beautiful are the snow-covered trees sparkling in the sun! Majestic spruces and slender pines! The space is even wider - because there is no foliage. Driving between estates, you rejoice for your neighbors, who have new buildings appearing on their plots over the past summer.

And we experienced the disadvantages of a poorly insulated house. We bought a house in the village five years ago and lived in it only in the summer. And in winter they heated it well, and it began to dry out, and large gaps appeared between the boards. The house was insulated where the wind was blowing from. In the summer we decided to tackle this thoroughly, to make the ceiling and floor more airtight. Let's take all this into account when building our house on the estate.

In addition to our family, two other families spent the winter this year. And so, with the help of three families, we decided to hold a New Year’s puppet show for our children and neighboring village children, with competitions and gifts. For a whole month we sewed dolls, rehearsed roles and thought through everything. The children were very happy, and for us their joy is the best reward.

We conceived one more thing with our small team and we were supported by our neighbors who are still wintering in the cities. This is to begin work on transferring the remaining uncut forests around the settlement to specially protected forest areas. So far we have just submitted an application to the district forestry enterprise. There is evidence work ahead. The World Wildlife Fund supports us and we are full of determination and optimism!

Every day, in addition to housework, my son and I study the general education curriculum for the third grade. Dad takes care of languages ​​and physical education, and mom takes care of other subjects. For the arrival of the birds, Alexander (father) and Valery (son) make a birdhouse and a titmouse (in which nightingales can also live).

Spring is already coming boldly.

The first drops outside the window,

Streams run skillfully towards the river,

Moving under the white canvas.

The sun rejoices at meeting us,

He wants to embrace the whole earth with warmth.

We rejoice in him as we rejoice in his mother.

And ready to embrace the whole world!

So, it’s great to spend the winter in the countryside!!!

Irina Kuznetsova. Winter 2010-2011