My village story 7 sentences. Preparatory work for the composition “My village

A small drop of the majestic state is my village, there are many of them! Experienced both disaster and glory. It is alive and will live forever! Our village is three hundred and fifty years old, there are different versions about its name. That the Chumaks brought salt from the Crimea and often stopped by the tavern. And that the first settler gave his name. That Princess Sofia Kantimirovna ruled our village. She had an estate, a Roganka river, and in it crucian carp, and tench, and perch. And there was a church too. And the people are kind, simple, hard-working, skillful and smart. And the song left the mouth itself.
Rogan, that's the name of my village, nestled comfortably near a fast-flowing river shaded by willows. This is a part of my native Motherland, the patroness of the parental family, my joy and hope, my expectations and appeals. The village of kind and hardworking people who strive to make it comfortable and comfortable. I was born in it, went to school, here are my relatives, friends and acquaintances, here is my destiny.
The village is very beautiful in spring, when gardens are in bloom, and in summer, when houses are buried in greenery and flowers. A bridge winds through the whole village, like a ribbon, a path that connects us and the city of Kharkov.
I live and merge with my village, it is in me, as it wakes up the thought and warms the soul, the index and my future. I personify the Malorogansk land, which fills our sky with light, honest, decent people and is a viburnum diva, periwinkle charms ...

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Folomkina Oksana

Motherland… What an amazing word! We use it almost every day. Have you thought about what it means? I think that the homeland is the house, the street, the village where you were born.

My homeland is the village of Motyzley. It is very beautiful and really precious to me. In my opinion, this is the best settlement in our area.

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Essay "My village"

Survive, Russian outback,

In our difficult times.

In this life I am your dewdrop

You are my little homeland.

G.M. Sedova

Motherland… What an amazing word! We use it almost every day. Have you thought about what it means? I think that the homeland is the house, the street, the village where you were born.

My homeland is the village of Motyzley. It is very beautiful and really precious to me. In my opinion, this is the best settlement in our area.

The village is surrounded on all sides by forests, meadows and fields. I love to go to the forest in all seasons. But I think that it is very unusual and fabulous there only in winter. This is the picture that appeared before me when I went skiing with friends in the forest.

Beautiful forest in winter! A light frost crackles softly, a cold wind blows, howling. Not a single cloud in the sky, and the sun hid behind the horizon. Near the village, the road stretches smoothly, but closer to the forest it goes with potholes, which were left behind by a clumsy tractor. Endless fields stretched along it, and nearby the dark bushes looked like huge heaps of brushwood. There is a lot of snow. All of it is crumbly, like sand, creaks merrily underfoot, beckons to be played with. The forest surrounded the village from all sides with its dense wall. In the fog, from afar, it looks like a dark lilac long carpet.

As soon as you enter the forest, three birch trees immediately attract your attention. They seem to be inseparable friends. The birches have thick trunks, clumsy branches, so you think that with these hands they will pick up and lift you to the very heavens. The breeze shakes the branches, and their quiet whisper is heard. We go into the thick of the forest, where slender hairy spruces grew. They give us snow paws. If you listen closely, you will hear the winter songs of trees to the music of the breeze. At the bottom of the fir trees, all the needles flew around, but at the top it rustled thickly with its green needles. The breeze shakes the tops of the firs, and they seem to be dancing. Nearby is a fallen pine tree covered in snow. A little man in a white turban looks out from under the thickets - this is a stump. Under the trees there are many imprints from the fallen snow. From under the snow, as from under a fur coat, a small pine tree peeps out. Some birch trees have gnawed bark. On spruce branches, snow wriggles like snow-white snakes, and leaves from other trees are stuck between the needles. But the aspen is trembling all over from the cold, and on its bare boughs, in some places, last year's leaves remained. Snow stuck in the deep cracks of the trees. Snow mounds often come across - these are anthills. Everything is wonderful and unusual in a snowy forest!

In the native land, everything seems more beautiful, clean. It is native nature that gives us the brightest feelings. Native places inspire joy and peace in the soul, give confidence, inspire good deeds.

Speaking about my village, I cannot but say about my street. This is Oktyabrskaya Street, where kind, hardworking, sympathetic people live. In the evenings they like to gather near some house and reminisce about the past. I am pleased to listen to their conversations, because I learn a lot of new and interesting things. Sergushkin Vasily Andreevich, a participant in the Great Patriotic War, lives on our street. He bravely fought with enemies, reached Berlin, received many awards. This man is a role model.

The village is dear and dear to me because I was born and raised in it. My relatives and friends live here, I feel happy here. I have been to many cities and towns, but when I return to my native village, I feel peace of mind, I feel pleasant and joyful.

We have a tradition: every year, at the end of July, we celebrate the day of the village. All residents gather at the stadium and arrange a holiday where everyone walks with joyful faces, having fun and listening to music.

My second home is school, where I spend several hours a day. Our school is always clean and tidy. Teachers are wonderful people who try to give children not only knowledge, but also to raise decent people out of them.

Thinking about the motherland, about love for it, about the majestic beauty of nature, I involuntarily recall the lines from the poem:

Available in Voznesensky district

The big village of Motyzley,

Spread like a sea

And he is not related to me.

The river Motyzleyka flows here

Under the arches of flexible willows,

And like a nightingale's song

The water in its bed murmurs.

And in the center of the village on a hill

The temple rises.

This is where I go to serve.

The soul rests there.

Good people live here

Everyone is responsive and kind.

They love to work very much.

And there is a lot of love in their hearts.

I love my native village

And I can't live without it.

As if the sun is golden

Warms my life always.

I composed this work myself and I understand that it is not perfect, and it needs to be edited, but it has its main advantage: the poem is written from the bottom of my heart, from the bottom of my heart.

A Russian proverb says: "Where you were born, there you came in handy." I don’t know how my fate will turn out, but I would very much like not to part with my village. And you need to not only live in it, but try to be useful and necessary to people.

Folomkina Oksana

Preparatory work for writing

"My village"

Knowledge of the world.

Educational project "My village"

Target: collection and study of information about the nature of the native land, about the past and present of the village, about what it is famous for, about famous countrymen

Research.

1 group:

Nature of the native land

2 group:

Main milestones of rural development

3rd group:

Attractions

4th group:

our pride

Russian language

Subject: Unstressed vowels at the root of a word.

Exercise: Write by inserting the missing letters

ABOUT THE MOTHERLAND

Motherland is a mother, know how to fast for her. .yat. Um..ret you can, but from. .thread rod..not impossible. With r..dnoy s..mli - die, not skh..di. Stand up for the right cause. For his homeland, no strength, no well. .don't be sorry. If you serve your homeland. .t - and at the pole you can well. .t. To the k..gloss of the ear - the homeland of the sheaf.

R. .dnaya st..r. .na - mother, h. .zhaya stepmother. Own s.. blah and a handful of m.. la.

(native side, own land, motherland)

Literary reading

Theme: about our Motherland

Exercise: Complete the story with a message about your village

About our Motherland.

Each person has his own little corner of the village, street, house where he was born. This is his little home. And our common, great Motherland consists of many such small different corners.

Homeland begins on the threshold of your home. She is huge and beautiful.

Motherland is always with you, wherever you live. And everyone has one. How is your mom.

Motherland is the mother of its people. She is proud of her sons and daughters, takes care of them; comes to the rescue, gives strength.

We love the Motherland. And to love the Motherland means to live one life with it.

(a small homeland, the homeland is huge and beautiful, a person has one homeland)

Russian language

Subject: Adjective

Exercise: Find adjectives in the text

If they say the word "homeland",

Immediately in memory rises

Old house, currants in the garden,

Thick poplar at the gate...

Or the steppe, red from poppies,

Golden whole...

Homeland is different

But everyone has one!

(Z. Aleksandrova)

(old house, thick poplar, steppe, red from poppies, virgin gold)

Composition - narration with elements of description

My village

Target: to form the ability to compose a text-narrative with elements of description in the genre of a story, using an artistic style.

Tasks:

To consolidate the ability to build simple sentences united by one topic;

Select speech means and turns;

Develop the ability to consistently express an idea according to the proposed plan;

Improve the ability to correctly use the visual means of the language to describe;

To instill a sense of patriotism and pride in their small homeland.
Methods: verbal, visual, research, creative work.

Equipment: presentation, music (Native Land), audio recordings of pet sounds, poems, tasks for groups for project activities, cards with key words.

During the classes.

I organizational moment. Introduction to the topic of the lesson.

- What do we call Motherland?

I call homeland the house in which I grow up, where my family lives.

When people talk about their homeland, many people think of their yard, the street where they played with friends. About a favorite corner of nature, where I used to relax.

The city or village in which your house stands and your countrymen live is also called the homeland.

A person calls his homeland the country in which he was born.

… Homeland... This is the land where we were born, where we live, this is our home, this is all that surrounds us...

Oh Motherland! In dim light

I catch with a quivering gaze

Your country roads, copses -

Everything that I love without memory

Speaking of the Motherland, we cannot remember our native village either.

Endless fields spread out.

A clear dome of heaven hung over them.

And radiant light pours from above the sun

Let our land become prettier day by day

For the benefit of the glorious people who live here

And we have to take care of him

To pass on to those who follow us

Why does our village have such a name - Chagly?

The name of our village is the same as the name of the lake, which is located 30 km from us. What does a seagull mean in Kazakh.

2. Preparation for writing an essay

So, the theme of our essay is “My Village”. Pay attention to the title and say what you will write about in your essay?

Determine the type, style and genre of the future text (narrative type with elements of description; artistic style; genre - story)

In preparation for the essay, you did research for a study project and collected work material in groups.

1 group (the edge of white birches, wide steppes, everything turns green in spring and summer)

2 group (feather grass steppes, fertile lands, the first settlers, Chagly in translation from Kazakh - seagull)

3 group (Memorial of Glory, houses, shops, House of Culture, sausage shop, school)

4 group (noble people; machine operators, livestock breeders, researchers, athletes)

3. Lexico - spelling work

a) base words

experimental station and I

h e fresh crops

first p e R e settlers

D om culture

M e m about rial With lava

AT elikaya O tech e stve nn aya in about ina

m e khan and congestion

well and in about tnovody

cn about R ts exchange

b about ha ts yours

b) Compilation of synonymous series.

Steppe expanse s, sh and rock ie, etc and waves s.

W e flakes of lime t n s, notable s, respect e m s

With e lo mal e nk oh, n e big oh, n e etc and metn oh.

Named ie handsome oh, on uh typical oh.

4. Compilation of syncwine.

Village

Small, beautiful, famous

Worth, located, situated

A beautiful village stands in the edge of white birches

Small home.

5. Preparation for drawing up a plan.

Guys, you know that an essay is a text in which all sentences are united by a common theme. What are the parts of an essay? :

1) introduction

2) main part

3) conclusion

What role does each part play? ( in the introduction there is a preparation for the perception of the text. In the main part, the topic is disclosed, and in the final part, the conclusion is summed up, the idea of ​​the text is expressed)

- What will we write about in the introduction?

- Where is the village located? What is it?

- In the main part, we will tell about the history of the village, about the sights, about the people of the village.

- In the final part, we will express our feelings, our attitude towards our native village.

6. Drawing up a plan.

Edge of white birches.

2. My Chagly

a) history

b) pride

c) wealth

3. Native corner.

7. Compilation of the text of the narrative with elements of description.

Text editing.

You and I learned a lot about the history of the creation of our village, about noble countrymen, read texts, poems and proverbs about the Motherland.

Tell us about your village in your own way, try to convey your attitude to your small homeland using the visual means of the language.

8. Independent writing of an essay.

9. The result of the lesson. Reading essays by students.

My village.

My village is located in the Akkayyn region, the edge of white birches. It is small but very famous. Here is an experimental station where seeds of cereals and potatoes are grown.

My village has a long history.

Previously, there were expanse feather grass steppes.

Fertile lands attracted the first settlers here. They began to live in dugouts. This is how my native village was formed. People gave him a beautiful name Chagly.

And what a beauty we have in spring and summer! Everything is covered in greenery. In my village there are wide paved streets, beautiful houses, new shops, a House of Culture, a sausage shop, our school.

The pride of the village is the Memorial of Glory in honor of fellow countrymen who died in the Great Patriotic War. Residents bring fresh flowers here, and on May 9 they light an eternal flame.

The main wealth of our village is people. These are notable machine operators, livestock breeders, researchers, athletes.

I love my village Chagly very much. I was born and live here, my family and friends are here. This is my homeland.

Akkayinsky district

Chaglinskaya school-agrolice

The writing - narration with elements of description

"My village"

Prepared by: primary school teacher

Dashkova T.I.

Chagly village, 2010

Ministry of Education of the Republic of Bashkortostan

Department of education of the municipal district Bizhbulyaksky district

Municipal educational budgetary institution

Wedsingle comprehensive schoolthe village of Kistenli-Bogdanovo

municipal district Bizhbulyaksky district of the Republic of Bashkortostan

The writing

on the topic:

"I know my village"

Completed by: Arkhipova Svetlana

7 Class

Supervisor:Antonova Olga

Vitalievna

Kistenli-Bogdanovo

2016

“My village, wooden, distant, I look at you, hiding behind my hand ...” wonderful words of a wonderful song.

I have been with my parents to many beautiful and interesting places. But the best place on Earth for me is still my native village. Here, the air seems cleaner, and the water tastes better, and people are sweeter to the heart.

Our village is small - only a hundred odd houses. Once it was much larger than it is now and more crowded. But that makes her even closer and dearer to me. How not to admire the small river Kistenli, flowing along the northern side of the village along low mountains. Throughout its length, it is fed with sweet water by ringing springs, knocked out from under the stones. The water in the river is clear, every pebble at the bottom is visible. After the spring flood, the pebbles sparkle with dazzling whiteness, and by the middle of summer they are overgrown with duckweed and it seems that the river flows through a green lawn. Only on the rapids you can see nimble fry with smut, flocks rushing up and down the stream. Willows grow in close rows along the river, providing a safe shelter for wild ducks, which are found here in abundance. You can often see common cranes deep in thought and standing like statues on the shore. But only at first glance, it seems that they are standing in a daze. It is worth approaching them, they immediately soar into the sky and fly, widely flapping their wings, scaring away the frogs, which immediately jump into the water. And our river was chosen by beavers. They built a dam a little further downstream and run the house in full confidence that no one will touch them. Now many lands around the village are tinned and turned into hayfields and pastures. Some of them have already begun to grow with young shoots of birch and pine. And this also has its pluses. Hares and foxes feel at ease here. Sometimes a roe deer will jump out of the woods and, looking around frightened, runs headlong into the nearby thickets. And in the forests around the former village of Utrasvar, lynxes are also found. When my mother and I went mushrooming, we saw scratches left by a lynx on a tree. But since the lynx is a nocturnal animal, we did not see it itself. But they didn’t go deep into the forest either - they were afraid.

You can write a whole book about the beauties of our region, and everything will not be enough. But the most important decoration of the village are, of course, the people. We cannot boast that cosmonauts or great scientists have come out of our village. But isn't the daily work of every villager a feat? Didn't the villagers create the power of our country in the years of the formation of Soviet power? Our countrymen, just like the whole country, plowed, sowed, raised cattle and forged victory in the rear with their hard work during the difficult war years? And in peacetime, our villagers were in the forefront. And I'm proud of it.

In our village today, many people live in conditions no worse than those in the city. There is gas, water, many have sewerage. There are two shops, an elementary school, a club, a library. But the problems of today's world have not bypassed us. There is no work in the village, the main school was closed. Because of this, in recent years, many young families have moved to nearby cities where jobs can be found. But almost everyone in the family had three or four children.

But no matter what, life goes on. Our village becomes more beautiful every year. The villagers are actively involved in the improvement of their village. The most active are Nikolai Arsentievich Vasiliev, Valentin Nikolaevich Antonov, Alexander Sergeevich Kulyakov, Oleg Valentinovich Antonov and others. No one is left out of a good cause. Last year, the territory of the club was fenced with corrugated board, a new obelisk was erected for the soldiers who fell in the Great Patriotic War. They built a playground for the joy of children. From early spring to late autumn, children's voices do not stop there. Walk through the streets of the village and the soul rejoices. Beautiful houses, clean streets, covered with a green carpet of herbs, updated fences, fenced wells .... The feeling that you are walking through a multi-colored meadow. The people of our village are hardworking and friendly. Everyone keeps in order his personal plot and the street in front of the house. And in summer, front gardens in front of each house are full of colorful flowers of charming flowers: here are roses, and lilies, and dahlias, and gladioli, not to mention less whimsical zinnias and marigolds. Especially beautiful are the flower beds of Ludmila Mikhailovna Vasilyeva, Zinaida Nikolaevna Antonova, Lilia Albertovna Arkhipova, Elena Yarabaeva, Elena Stepanovna Astafyeva, Valentina Valentinovna Antonova...

In summer, the village comes alive, filled with children's voices, laughter, songs. It attracts everyone to itself the light of the native home, the native hearth. The countrymen love their small Motherland and do not let the paths to their native threshold grow over, because here is their Motherland.

It is a great happiness to call the village where you live beloved. Most often, this is the place where you were born or spent most of your life. Beloved is the place where childhood imperceptibly rushed by. And no matter how old you are, these bright moments will always come up.
... Everything in it is familiar, familiar, expensive. Here is the street where I rode a bicycle with my friends. And here is the school in which I have been studying for the ninth year.Yes, my village is not a city, not a metropolis and not a capital. This is a small, cozy provincial village with an unusual homely atmosphere and a wonderful name - Tsarevshchina. It is dear and close to me that in my village the connection of times has not been lost: the past and the present organically complement each other. Its cozy streets keep their history. And passing by some ancient building, you involuntarily want to look inside to plunge into the past for a moment. I really like the fact that historical monuments have not sunk into oblivion, but are maintained in good condition.My favorite village, you are beautiful at any time of the year. In summer, warmed by the bright rays of the sun, you capture in your joyful embrace. You admire the bright multicolor flower beds. Summer rain cools the sweltering pavement, forcing passers-by to hide under umbrellas.
And how beautiful autumn is, enchanting with round dances from falling leaves, the gentle warmth of the outgoing summer.
Winter ... Frost, cold, but the virgin cleanliness of the streets covered with snow delights with its originality.
In spring everything wakes up - trees, colors, people. And how nice it is to see the first green grass breaking through the ground, to walk along the streets, intoxicated with the aromas of bird cherry and lilac. The mood rises and the soul sings!
I have heard more than once that the inhabitants are like their village and the cities are like the people living in them. And Tsarevshchina is no exception. Despite the differences in character, social position, status, nationality, the distinguishing features of the princes are openness, goodwill, compassion, responsiveness and exceptional love of life. There is an invisible connection between the city and its inhabitants. This thread, passing through the years, connects the princes with their village and with each other.
I really want the village with such a bright name to really be a good herald for all residents and guests, so that every person living in it feels like a part of it, that component on which the well-being, development and future of our Tsarevshchina depends. I want to talk about how it was and how it has become.

Geographical position.

Tsarevshchina is located 7 kilometers from Baltai and 120 kilometers from Saratov. Coordinates: +52°26"20", +46°43"1 The village is connected with the regional center by a regular bus, the nearest railway station is in Khvatovka. The village is located in the northern part of the Right Bank. The rugged terrain, lakes and significant forest cover of the village create attractive landscapes. The administrative center of the district - the village of Baltai is located on the river. 135 km from the city . Our village is remote from the regional center and other large industrial cities, which adversely affects the development of the region's economy, in particular industry. But at the same time, its location in the forest-steppe zone has a very favorable effect on the development of agriculture. Geological rocks of different eras lie throughout the territory of the village, deposits of the chalk system are represented by chalk, marls, chalk-like calcareous, less often gray clays, pitches with sandstone interlayers and flasks. The rocks of the Tertiary system are represented by gray and yellowish flasks, quartz sandstones, white and yellow quartz sands, and clays. The climate is temperate continental. The flat terrain here contributes to abrupt transitions from warm to cold weather or, conversely, sudden warming after prolonged cold weather. In addition, there are sudden frosts in spring and autumn.

From the history of the village.

Malinovka, Dmitrievskoye. Tsarevshino, then the village of Tsarevshchina, was founded on the Alai River at the beginning of the 18th century, presumably in 1703. The name can be interpreted as "vast lands donated by the king", which also corresponds to the history of the village. In 1728, the lands and peasants were granted to Count Skavronsky. In 1746, the population of Tsarevshchina was 459 people. To the east of the village there was a road from Donguz to Volsk. Skavronsky transported peasants from the Ryazan province. He did not own the village for long, as he fell out of favor with the tsar and at the beginning of the 19th century was forced to sell it, and it passed into the hands of the widow of the Prosecutor General A. A. Vyazemsky, who in 1801 built a stone Orthodox church with a bell tower. There were two thrones: in the name of the Holy Blessed Prince Alexander Nevsky and in the chapel in the name of the Holy Great Martyr Dmitry of Thessalonica. The houses for the priest, the yacon, and two psalmists were public.

At the beginning of the 19th century, the estate was purchased by Count K.V. Nesselrode. But he, who occupies a high state post, did not have enough time to manage the estate. In the early 1890s, Count A.D. Nesselrode, the grandson of the Count, moved permanently to his Tsarevshchina estate, where he collected one of the best libraries in Russia with a fund of more than forty thousand volumes. Also, under him, a shelter, a school, a school for peasant children were opened in the village. The alternative name Dmitrievskoye, most likely, was given to Tsarevshchina by one of the thrones of the temple or the name of the new landowner, under whom the village began to flourish. According to the data of 1862, there were 180 households and 1507 inhabitants in Tsarevshchina. There was a hospital, iron, brick and two distilleries, a sawmill, two mills.

Animal husbandry was developed, in particular sheep breeding. As part of the Volsky district of the Saratov province, the village was the center of the Tsarevshchina volost, the peasant society was one. By the beginning of the First World War, 2546 people lived in the village. By nationality and religion, the inhabitants were predominantly Russian, Orthodox, there were also about 400 bespopovtsy. In 1876, a hospital was opened in the village of Tsarevshchina in the house of Count Nesselrode. The hospital staff consisted of only eight people. But they served an area with a population of 40,000. Absolutely everything fell on their shoulders - from obstetrics to abdominal operations. They did not forget about the preventive direction of medicine. The hospital moved from Tsarevshchina to Baltai in 1983.

During the Civil War, the village was badly damaged by fires, which also burned down the count's estate and most of the library. In the 1920s, the collective farm "12 years of the Red Army" was organized, a poultry farm and a distillery began to work. The local temple was closed and destroyed in the 1930s.

The main attraction in Tsarevshchina was the manor house. Four snow-white columns supported a semicircular balcony; a garden, a greenhouse, a pond where swans were found around. Next to the manor house there was a horse yard with magnificent stables, a carriage house, and a smithy. Many thoroughbred horses of various colors were kept here. The estate had a rich livestock and poultry farm.

my village today

These places are beautiful to this day, although much here is far from what it once was. Currently, the village with a population of 1630 people is the center of the Tsarevshchinsky rural settlement. There are branches of Sberbank and communications, a secondary school, a kindergarten, an enterprise LLC "Tsarevshchinsky", LLC "Kolosok".

Open Joint Stock Company “Tsarevshchinsky-2 Breeding Poultry Plant” is the most powerful enterprise in the village, with a long history, an impressive present and promising future. The main activity of the plant is the production and sale of ROSS-308 hatching eggs of meat breed hens. To date, OAO PPZ Tsarevshchinsky-2 is actively seeking new markets for hatching eggs.

Alexander Alexandrovich Savin
PhD in Agricultural Sciences,
General Director of OJSC "Treeding Poultry Plant "Tsarevshchinsky-2"

A. A. Savin has been in charge of OAO PPZ Tsarevshchinsky-2 since April 2006. During this time, he was repeatedly awarded diplomas, received letters of thanks from the Governor, the Ministry of Agriculture of the Saratov Region, the Administration of the United Municipal Formation of the Baltai District, etc.
The enterprise was founded in 1929, then it was called State Farm No. 12. In Soviet times, the poultry farm occupied a leading position. During the Great Patriotic War, employees provided the front with marketable eggs, and the farms of the region with breeding eggs. In August 1965, the poultry farm received the status of a state breeding poultry plant and became known as the Tsarevshchinsky GPPZ.
In 2005, the enterprise was purchased from the state by OAO Mikhailovskaya Poultry Farm, which is part of the group of enterprises of Russia's largest holding Synergy.

In 2006, "PPZ "Tsarevshchinsky-2" took part in the Priority national project "Development of enterprises of the agro-industrial complex". The plant needed serious reconstruction: the total amount of repair work amounted to more than 100 million rubles, part of the funds was allocated from the company's own assets. Poultry premises were repaired, new equipment for feeding, watering poultry, ventilation was purchased and installed, washing machines, etc. were purchased. The main activity of the plant is the production and sale of hatching eggs of meat breed hens ROSS-308.
From 2006 to this day, breeding young animals are purchased in Hungary, Germany, Scotland, Finland. The primary task of the plant is to increase production several times, while increasing the productivity of poultry and improving the quality of products.
The high achievements of the enterprise would not have been possible without the daily work of its employees, many of whom were repeatedly awarded with diplomas, letters of thanks from the Ministry of Agriculture of the Saratov Region, the Administration of the United Municipal Formation of the Baltai Region and other awards. The management of the plant, in turn, takes care of its employees: salaries here are among the highest in the region.

There is a secondary school in the village.

The comprehensive school in the village of Tsarevshchina was founded in 1921; it has already celebrated its 80th anniversary.

The teaching staff that works today honorably continues and enhances the good traditions laid down by teachers of the past, introduces children to knowledge, teaches us to think, live, work, be people.

The school has 168 students in 11 classes, sets, 20 creative initiative teachers work, our teachers are all young and initiative. The average age of which is 38 years.

School teachers create a comfortable psychological environment in the classroom, and this is the key to successful perception and assimilation of our curricula.

The school has received recognition not only in the village, but also on a regional scale: it is twice the winner of the "School of the Year" contest.

Pupils of our school participate in various competitions and win. We have a lot of various circles, sections in which we are happy to do.

Kolosok LLC (general director A.S. Bykov, a former graduate of our school) delights us every day with fresh and tasty pastries for every taste and at an affordable price.

The preschool institution is filled with laughter and joyful cries of kids.

Postal and Sberbank employees are always ready to receive their visitors and provide all possible assistance.

We have no shortage of shops. We have 8 of them. Like in a real small town!

There is also a House of Culture in the village, where life is in full swing. Concerts, rehearsals, performances - all this attracts us, schoolchildren. We go to rehearsals with great pleasure, delight our countrymen with our performances. But the Russian village is alive only as long as the school is open and the Temple of God rises. There is a school. It works despite difficulties and problems. But there is no temple. Only his memory lives on.

I don’t know how my life will turn out, where fate will throw me, but I know for sure that love for my native land will always live in my heart, that I will always strive here, that this land that I always want to touch, will give me strength to live on, will fill me with the desire to overcome everything, to overcome,! And every time I think about the Motherland, I always remember the amazing verses of S. Yesenin: If the holy army shouts: “Throw Russia, live in paradise!” I will say: "There is no need for paradise - Give me my homeland." I am proud of the history of my village, I am proud that I live and study here, I have many good and true friends here