Essay on how i spent my summer.

How I spent summer.

This summer vacation was probably the most interesting. Although at the very beginning they were no different from last year. Nothing interesting was planned, just ordinary, similar days. I sat at home in a stuffy apartment, but, really, only one month. But the next two have become a real fairy tale for me. I had to go to the village to visit my aunt. There, in the village, a lot happened to me interesting events which remained in my soul very bright and colorful memories.

The first thing that catches your eye in the village is the passage of time. If in the city minutes fly by with great speed and sometimes it is difficult to keep track of them, then in the countryside time seems to slow down and tries to flow so that every moment is remembered and not passed unnoticed. I was only there for a week, and I already had the impression that I had been here for a month.

How I spent summer? That's even take the morning. For my aunt, it starts very early, long before I wake up. And during this time she manages to redo a lot of things. And when I wake up, things are already in store for me. The thing is that the village with all communications is far from our village, and therefore we take water not from a tap, but from a well. Such a job for me. And help for my aunt and for me is great as a morning exercise. Taking two old buckets, I go to the well, which is not far from our house. You just need to go through three neighbors. Water is different from city water. It is unusually cold and very clean. So crystal clean water I haven't seen it in the city. Of course, my tasks do not end there. Sometimes the aunt asks to help her with something around the house. But now all the affairs have been redone, all the aunt's instructions have been fulfilled, and my free time begins. I can afford to run to my friends by jumping over the fence.

Here how i spent my summer with your new comrades. My village friends are very good guys. And despite the cases, we spend a lot of time together. When the days are too hot, we sit by the river. It is cool and you can swim at any time. And you can just look at the passing barges, sitting on the shore. One day my aunt scolded me for missing lunch. Although I'm not at home, the daily routine must be observed. She thought I was hungry. But it wasn't. It was just that my friend Pashka and I were baking potatoes on the fire, which he brought from home. This summer I learned how to bake it properly. This is probably the most delicious food I have ever tasted. We tossed the hot cooked potato from hand to hand so as not to burn ourselves. And then, breaking it into pieces, they ate it. You need to eat in pieces so that the peel does not get into the ashes. Of course it's unforgettable. My every day in the village was filled with happiness and joy. I even got the impression that I was in some kind of parallel world.

When the day came to an end, I was at home. In a real wooden hut! I climbed on the stove and just lay there doing nothing. Meanwhile, my aunt and her friends were sitting at the table drinking tea. And although from the outside it seemed that I was just lying, in fact it was not quite so. I imagined that I was Robinson Crusoe and kept my diary. I took notes and counted the days until my departure. Or read books that he brought with him from the city.

Often the thought flashes through my head that the village, due to its remoteness from big cities, looks like an island. Life there flows at a completely different pace. Most likely, this is due to nature, which beckons with its harmony. After all, cities have changed harmonious life with nature for a frantic pace of progress. But be that as it may, I live in the city. And I'm already very used to the flow of information and technology. So my place is the city. Leaving the village island of joy and happiness, I took with me a sea of ​​vivid impressions. And what can I say, I really miss my village.

I would very much like to visit my aunt again next holidays. I would like again to make a fire with friends on the river bank and fry potatoes. And then, after such a lunch in the open air, just lie down on the grass and watch how slowly, not hurrying along the river, the barge makes its way. And I really want to drink that water. Its taste is unforgettable, in the city one can only dream of such water on a hot day.

Nowhere is summer felt so distinctly and clearly as in the countryside. Many, recalling their childhood in the countryside, begin the story something like this: “You wake up from a hot sunbeam that slid across your face and fell through the curtain. You drink a glass of milk with rolls and rush barefoot into the garden for fresh radishes. All day outside: biking, fishing, games. Due to the proximity of nature and the inaccessibility of many of the benefits of civilization, such as recreation centers, village children invent entertainment for themselves from what is nearby. "Letidor" questioned adults and children who spent early years in the village, about traditional village children's amusements, which may seem unusual to a city dweller.

Conduct agricultural experiments

A garden for villagers is often not a joy, but an everyday duty. You have to walk with a watering can through the beds in the morning or spend several hours weeding, looking for weeds. Some children turn a routine into a pleasure, investing cognitive or competitive goals in their usual activities: not just grow a carrot, but trace its growth from seed to fruit, not only spud potatoes, but arrange competitions with their brother "who will get to the fence first." Some people conduct real botanical experiments: they set up their own beds, grow vegetables on their own "from and to". By the way, such agronomic fun is gaining popularity among the urban residents of Europe. Events where children are introduced to the beds and the garden are named with the prefix "eco". As part of ecotourism, children are taken on an excursion to the village, they show how carrots, onions, and potatoes grow in vegetable gardens, they let children look after plants and feed vegetables from the garden.

Natalia, 14 years old:“Every year, since I was eight years old, I make my own garden. Because when something of yours grows, it is very pleasant, you feel that your work leads to a specific visible result. I grow something new every year. A couple of years ago, my mother was presented with a beautiful cookbook with pictures and recipes for unusual dishes. I have a hobby - to cook these dishes and please my parents. One day I came across a recipe that called for string beans. What it is, I had no idea. We only had the usual red or white beans, in bags. I decided to grow beans in pods. She worked hard all summer. When the pods became, in my opinion, suitable, I finally prepared the dish for which everything was started. It turned out awful, the pods were very tough! Who would have warned that the beans need special, green beans, and not ordinary. But I do not lose heart, I do not abandon my own garden, this year I have a simpler experiment - I plant different varieties of lettuce, and greens - basil and mint.

Your own dog or cat is simple and understandable, you can hardly surprise anyone with such pets. Cows, pigs, chickens in the parental backyard, too, of course. But to create their own livestock, even if not at all large-horned, but small and peaceful, not every child can do it.

Maria Ivanovna, 56 years old:“I have two neighbors, Sasha and Leshka, blond twins, five years old. These peanuts from infancy have been running their "subsistence farm" - the "farm" of rabbits. There are ten adult animals and about the same number of small ones. These two young guys are very hardworking, they still can’t read or write, but they work no worse than some adults. Rabbits require regular care, every morning, afternoon and evening Sasha and Leshka go to the garden or with their father to the nearest meadow, tear grass, feed and water the rabbits. The boys are very proud of their work, if anyone asks about the household, they talk about their pets with pride. Yesterday I asked: “How many pieces have you already bred rabbits?”. They answered: “We still do not know how to count. A lot of".

In absolutely any village you will definitely see schoolchildren on motorcycles, cars, tractors, scooters. The boys here sit behind the wheel as soon as their feet grow to the pedals. They ride without helmets and seat belts, but this seems to be natural and normal for local parents.

Sergey, 14 years old:“The most important thing is to have transport, at least some kind, and an old scooter with a trailer, and a forty-year-old Ural, and a new motorbike, and even my father’s tractor will do. Whether you're cool or not, transport is not judged here. It is important in what company you are and with whom you are friends. And what to ride, it does not matter. Lekha, my friend, my grandfather gave the Ural, he tuned it and painted it, I have an old Izh, my father and I repaired it while he was driving. I also put light bulbs on it so that it glows in the dark.

I’ve been driving a motorcycle since I was three years old, my father put me behind the wheel for the first time at three years old, in front of me on the gas tank, I taxied, he belayed. I went myself, probably in the first class, I don’t remember exactly. We chase for speed, mother swears for it, of course, we go to the forest for mushrooms, we ride the girls. Of course, we all know that you can only drive after 16 years, but who will control us here? Traffic cops come by on great holidays, and those acquaintances of acquaintances will not catch and fine their own.

The closeness of nature is conducive to gathering and hunting. You can go for mushrooms and berries, collect Birch juice or fern. Even the most ordinary fishing is an adventure for boys. Get up at five in the morning, and go to a pond or a river at dawn - why not rural romance for you. But fish is still trite, it is much more entertaining to hunt gophers or catch crayfish.

Eugene, 35 years old:“Our village is located in the steppe, right behind the houses there are gopher burrows right in the ground, near country roads, in the field. And we, being children, went to "pour out" gophers. So, of course, we didn’t need them at all, but the process itself was fascinating. They gathered in a large company, collected buckets of water at home and dragged them to the burrows. Gopher dwellings are end-to-end: each hole has two entrances from the surface, and you can trace them without difficulty. One person stands at one entrance, the other, with water, at the second. On command, water is poured into the hole from one side, and the gopher, saving his skin, runs to the second free exit, where he is immediately caught. Sometimes the caught gophers were roasted on a fire and eaten, but more often they were released.

Alexey, 15 years old:“We chase crayfish to our lake, our family loves them very much. For bait, you need rotten fish, so we catch carp in advance and leave them in the sun to slightly deteriorate. We take gear, these are nets closed on all sides, with small holes, the size of crayfish. We charge these tackles with fish, get on the boat and sail to choose places. You need to know the places, because the crayfish is such a beast, it can sit ten meters from your crayfish and he wanted to spit on all your tricks. After you have set the gear, you just need to drive and check the traps, remove the caught crayfish and put them in the tank. You can catch a couple of buckets at a time, if you're lucky."

It would seem the same thing as sitting in the evenings on a bench at the entrance. Similar, but not quite, the difference in the degree of freedom that the villagers have. Here, mom will not scream out the window “Lenka, go home!” and you can sit at least half the night and count the stars.

Alena, 30 years old:“As a child, I spent every summer in the countryside. My aunt lived there, who alone raised 9 children. All our relatives considered it their duty to come and help her with the garden, mowing, preparations for the winter. For us children, it was a real paradise, a big children's company and almost no control from adults: in the village everyone knows each other, and nothing bad could happen to us. They came home in the morning, satisfied and happy, before going to bed they drank a glass of milk, with bread and jam.

It is so unofficially established in the village that the children usually gather “outside the fence” with someone from the company, so the mound of our house for the summer became the “cultural and leisure center” of the village, there was always a lot of children here. We played ball, ate currants, and talked. They liked to sit up late and count the stars. Someone brought a map of the starry sky, and we spent nights looking for constellations: here is the Ursa Major Bucket, here is the North Star.

You rarely see stars in the city, I don’t even remember when I looked at the starry sky for the last time. Heard about this funny story: in 65 in New York, the lights were turned off throughout the city, then for the first time many people saw the stars in the sky and mistaking them for UFOs and alien invasions, they cut off the emergency phone in a panic. Whether it's in the village - the sky is close, close and the stars are in full view.

At first glance, what a fun it is! But, no matter how strange it may sound, it turns out that the trips for cows turn out to be the brightest event of the day for some village children. Local discos are entertainment for the elders, mass holidays are a rare event, but here you can show yourself and look at others.

Olga, 13 years old:“In the evenings we go to meet the cows. In the morning we take them to the herd, they graze all day, and in the evening we go outside the village and wait for the herd to start coming out from behind the hillock. Then we look for our cows and take them home, if we don’t meet them, they will fight off and go for a walk. A lot of people gather, almost the whole village, we sit and wait. grandmother last news they discuss whether we ride bikes or play different games, ball and catch-up. What I also like is that only there you can meet some of the new guys who have come, for example, to visit their grandmother. Because it’s somehow not customary for us to communicate with children from other streets, especially in summer, in our village the streets are friendly, in my company everyone is from Oktyabrskaya, there are neighbors from Pushkin and Naberezhnaya.

The space and large undeveloped territories are conducive to the search for secluded corners for the construction of children's hiding places and parking lots. Having your own orphanage leads to amazing transformations: a slut zealously guards order in his hut, a fidget neatly paints the entrance with paints, a hooligan sets clear rules behavior within the walls of their homes.

Dima, 20 years old:“In the summer we ran away from home to the river. A willow grew on a hillock, and we built a hut under it. From boards, logs, huge burdock leaves. One day, my father brought home old boxes for kindling the stove, wakes up in the morning, but there are no boards - in the evening we stole everything for the construction of our hut. There were screams! But then he came, looked at our house and stopped cursing, well, he says, they built it, you won’t find fault. So they played in the hut all summer, practically lived, brought food from home and dined right there.

Dmitry, 27 years old:“In my childhood, as I remember now, they showed on TV the children's program “Jungle of Animals”. There, children, two teams, passed relay races, climbed labyrinths, passed some distances. We, the villagers, then were very jealous of the participants and everyone dreamed of getting there. And we decided to train with friends, just in case. Behind the gardens, we had a construction dump, an unfinished house, and next to it were piles of bricks, tall grass, boards, old wheels from cars.

Every day we went to this dump and built our own towns, where we had to jump on wheels, walk on narrow boards raised to a decent height, crawl on the grass, jump on bungee ropes - ropes tied to a tree, the finish line was an old crumpled car, which should have taken it first.

They stuck around on our battlefield for days, built and competed, again completed the construction of new obstacles, came up with tasks. Then adults even began to come to us, watch, cheer for the participants. Most of all I liked it when it got dark, and we all did not want to disperse. They lit a lantern at a neighboring house and continued the game, together with their parents.

Ah, how nice it is in the countryside in summer! Fresh air, nature, birds singing in the morning, grandma's pies… “Vasya! Vasya! comes a voice from the kitchen. “Wake up, granddaughter, breakfast is getting cold.” And now, having had breakfast, you already run out into the street, go down to the stream, wash your face cold water. Everything around is green and blooming. I want to jump, run, scream with joy and freedom that surrounds you!

During the day, the sun is very hot, and grandparents lie down to take a nap. And you can’t sit still: you walked through the meadow, picked a handful of berries, treated the neighbor’s boy. “Vaska, ah, Vaska! Let's go shoot with a slingshot! he screams at you. And you, satisfied, run as fast as you can with this wooden slingshot, and you are proud of yourself at this moment - you made it yourself!

Already in the evening you come home, tell your grandmother about how your regular summer day went in the village. And about the stream, and about the berries, and about the lively neighbor boy. And the next day, grandpa calls you to go fishing. You take your favorite fishing rod that you made with him, dig for worms. Cast your line and wait for some brave fish to take the bait. And all around - silence, motionless reeds. Bulk! Here is the first catch. “What a big crucian Vaska caught,” my grandfather praises me.

How much joy for me in these summer days! And the sun rejoices with me, and nature - and I'm happy about it. And how much do you manage to do in this short summer! Grandmother, grandfather, do not be sad, I will definitely come to you next summer. “Come, Vasenka, we will wait. You bring joy to us with you, granddaughter. And the memories of this warm summer, these unforgettable days are still in my memory for a long time.

Composition: summer in the village.

In the summer I rested in the village with my grandfather. fishing village Volobuevka is located in far field, so in the summer it’s not hot there and I didn’t feel the Moscow heat at all.

From my first day in Volobuevka to the last, I did the usual things: I ran with the guys to the seashore (the village is located near the White Sea), there we walked and played, ran into the forest for berries, helped adults unravel the nets and sort out the catch of fish . I also went with my girlfriend Tanya to an abandoned church on the shore.

The church, although abandoned, is very beautiful: white stone walls, narrow loophole windows, the walls inside are painted with magnificent paintings on biblical scenes. True, the paintings were worn out and crumbled, but I saw most of the images quite well.

In addition to hiking around the neighborhood, I also helped my grandparents with the housework: I fed pets (grandfather has a lot of them, there are chickens, pigs, and even quails), mopped the floors in the house, helped repair the roof. Late at night we watched on TV different gears, although the small number of channels was surprising - only five. It was unusual for me, I used to click on twelve channels.

During the summer, I fell in love with life in the countryside so much that at the end of August, when my father came for me, I left dear Volobuevka with longing.

Composition on the topic: summer in the village.

This summer I was vacationing with my cousin Serezha in the village of Shikhov. I thought that I would disappear all day long on the pond, pick mushrooms after the rain, and maybe someday I would be able to visit the night. My brother told me how interesting it is to herd horses at night. This is the night. Actually, this is how it was at the beginning: I swam in the pond, sunbathed, but Seryozha was only able to keep me company once. He is my peer, he is twelve years old, but unlike his urban peers, he has many responsibilities. They have chickens, geese, ducks, two piglets, two goats in their yard - in a word, the economy is large. Parents are busy all day, and Serezha has to take on part of the work in his personal subsidiary plot. It is clear now why Seryozha could not have fun with me. But I soon realized that I would not be able to rest, as I had planned, it was inconvenient for me to sit idle when my cousin is working. And I took it upon myself to help him. One day he said: "Today you and I will go to the forest to catch hedgehogs." Why hedgehogs are needed on the farm, Seryozha did not explain. “You will see for yourself,” he said. Having caught two hedgehogs, we brought them home and went down to the cellar with them. They put the hedgehogs on the earthen floor. Before that, they were rolled into a ball. Feeling free, the hedgehogs turned around and began to sniff the room busily. “There are mice in the cellar,” Seryozha explained, “so the hedgehogs will catch them. They do it better than any cat." “But you also have a cat! Wouldn't it be easier to let her do her job?" Seryozha replied: “For some reason, the cat is afraid of the cellar like fire. Raises such a cry when she is closed in it that the yard dog Dix does not find a place for himself. And when the mice are gone, we will release the hedgehogs back into the wild. Many people do this in our village.”

Essays on the Russian language and literature

Children's stories about "How I spent the summer"

Yakovleva Yana, group "Joy"
- This summer, I was vacationing in the village with my brother. Our old grandfather lives there. There are many different animals in the village. I helped my grandfather pick berries. I also really liked swimming on the Volga. It was a lot of fun.

Filatov Kirill, group "Joy"
- This summer I went to North Caucasus. I was in the city of Stavropol with relatives. Stavropol is a very beautiful city. I lived in a big house. I swam in a large pool, sunbathed. And then I went by car to the mountains of Dombai. They are very beautiful and big. We visited the Teberdinsky Reserve, which is 30 years old. I saw live bears, bison, wild boars. I liked it all very much.

Egorova Sasha, group "Joy"
- Summer flew by quickly. I often went to the playgrounds with my grandmother. I enjoy swings and merry-go-rounds, slides and climbing on exercise equipment. Three times I went with adults to the grove, where I picked flowers. Was visiting. I went to their garden with my grandparents. It burned there. I went to the Volga with my dad. There I sunbathed and ate kebabs. Good summer!
Now I go to kindergarten. The group is fun. The teachers and assistant are the same - Irina Aleksandrovna, Vera Valentinovna and Tatyana Platonovna.

Rymakov Sasha, group "Joy"
- Every summer my family and I try to go to the village to see our grandmother, usually for a week, but this time my brother and I persuaded my mother to stay for another week.
The most interesting and favorite activity with my brother Yegor is fishing. If we catch grasshoppers, then we go to the river, and when we dig up worms, we catch crucians on the lake.
But once Yegor and I overslept fishing. Since the fish bite early in the morning, granny didn’t wake us up, she took pity on us and left without us. And when we woke up, one large carp was already fried in the pan, with its tail crawling out over the edges of the pan. On the one hand, we were offended, and on the other, we were proud of our grandmother, because no one had fished on a river of this size for a long time.
And the neighbor, Uncle Andrey, tied a net for us and we ran along the street and tried to catch butterflies. The older kids did better than me. We planted butterflies in glass jars and admired them, and then released them into the wild.
This is how I spent my time with my grandmother in the village. I was sad to part with the village children, and most of all with my great-grandmother.

Zemlyanskaya Anya, group "Joy"
- In the summer, my mother and father went to the village to visit my grandparents. They made us very happy. My grandfather and I went fishing and caught a few fish. At home, I washed the fish under the faucet, because it was very slippery, and gave it to the cat Puska. I love her so much.
I also have a beloved dog Tobik. He always whines and waits for me when I treat him with bones or sausage.
My grandmother loves to take care of her chickens, there are a lot of them. When I gave them grain, they ran to me and started pecking. I was very afraid, so I gave the grass through the net.
We also went to the dacha, through the village. Our grandmother Lyuba lives there and she has a bull. He walks, tied on a rope, and I brought crackers and water for him.

Mom's story about how Andryusha Karpov spent the summer
group "Joy"

This summer, Andryusha went to the dacha in Pushchino.
The weather was hot. The whole family went to the Volga through the pine forest. Our nature is very beautiful. Herons live there. Andryusha watched their nests. The herons sat in their nests in the tops of the pines. The birds were very large and screamed loudly.
On the banks of the Volga, Andryusha saw a live crayfish, watched the sailing ship. He sunbathed, swam in the Volga, collected shells, pebbles, built a sand fortress. When we returned from a walk, we saw a hedgehog near the house and fed it with milk.
Andryusha also went to the village of Elbarusovo. I saw domestic animals there: cows, pigs, geese, chickens. He helped grandfather in his work: he carried buckets of water, picked berries. He liked the village very much.
We recently bought Andryusha a turtle. He was very happy, called her Pasha. He took care of her, fed her, walked with her on the street.
Andryusha loves to play chess, checkers, dominoes. He loves being read to. Over the summer, he listened to The Wizard of the Emerald City, Dunno on the Moon. He liked them.
Favorite place in the city - Cathedral Square. In the summer, he often walked there, rode swings, quad bikes, and inflatable trampolines.
He also likes to walk along the Walk of Fame, where there are tanks and guns.
In the summer I visited exhibitions at the art museum, saw monkeys, parrots, butterflies, snakes.
He liked visiting the circus: cycling bears, monkeys, dogs, clowns.
Andryusha has many musical instruments: button accordion, harmonica, drum, piano, guitar, pipe. In the evenings she likes to sing karaoke, play instruments and dance.
He went to the cinema "Atal", watched children's cartoons "Panda Kungfu", "Cars".
Andryusha also likes to walk in the Elnikovskaya grove, plays football there in the meadow, rode ponies and cars.
He has many friends of schoolchildren in the yard. They ride bikes and scooters together, play different games.

Summer in the countryside is Fresh air, blue sky, the fragrant smell of the forest, a variety of delicious berries and mushrooms.
I look forward to hot summer days to plunge into the unforgettable atmosphere of closeness to nature.

And once again, having collected my things, I go to the village. This place doesn't feel like a city. The asphalt, bursting with heat and stuffiness, is incomparable with the green carpet of grass and flowers and the purity and lightness of the air.

In the morning, I got up with roosters. He helped his grandmother to carry water, water the garden, and then, together with grandfather, chopped firewood.

Hot days diluted trips to the river, where it was possible not only to swim, but also to go fishing. I have mastered crawl and breaststroke. Cycling with my best friend Kolya, who lives next door, and playing badminton kept me busy.

With grandma, grandpa and our dog, we went to the forest and picked up a pot of blueberries and a whole basket of mushrooms, which we then fried and ate with potatoes and onions grown by our own hands.
Once I spent the night on the roof, covered with a blanket from the cold dew that had fallen, I counted the big and bright stars, looking for constellations in the dark blue night sky without clouds. More than once in a few weeks I had vivid starry dreams at night.

I love rain very much. In the village, the sound of raindrops on the roofs is unusually melodic and the call, but how wonderful the rainbow is after the clouds have parted, what an exciting aroma!

In our flowerbeds at the end of summer, flowers of unprecedented beauty bloomed. I dried many fallen buds and petals, adding them to my herbarium as a keepsake. And in the garden I found a lucky four-leaf clover, which I hid in my favorite book.

Closer to autumn, to the beginning of Indian summer, we began to harvest a rich harvest - zucchini, pumpkins, carrots, radishes, cabbage, beets, tomatoes, plums and much more.

Many preparations - jams and pickles, were taken with them to the city, as a piece of summer, a reminder of the hot season and hard work.

Brief mini essay

Every summer, by tradition, I spend visiting my grandmother in the village. After a year of living in the city, life in the countryside seems calm and measured. There are no traffic jams and noisy streets, shopping centers and large crowds. And it seems that the air is cleaner here, and the Sun is warmer. After a cozy, but small apartment, I like to help my grandmother in the yard. Every morning starts with delicious breakfast. Then we go to feed everyone else: chickens, pigs and, of course, a cat and a dog. It is difficult to imagine a rural yard without these animals.

After lunch, when all the work is done, I go with the local guys to either swim in the lake or walk in the forest. The nature here is beautiful and the people are kind. I miss my parents a little, although living with my grandmother is no worse, maybe even a little better. There is no Internet here, and the TV shows only a few channels, and even then, they are not interesting. So I started reading the book. At home, in the city, I never had enough time for it. This is how I spent the summer in the village visiting my grandmother.

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