The song “Where does the Motherland begin?” is played. (words by M. Matusovsky, music by V. Basner).

Guys, what is Motherland? (Children answer.)

(The word is attached to the board Motherland.)

Motherland- this is the territory where a person was born, the environment in which he grew up, lives and is brought up. Conventionally, a distinction is made between a large and a small Motherland. By big Motherland we mean the country where a person grew up, lives and which has become dear and close to him.

What is the name of our big Motherland? (The word is attached to the board Russia.)

Student:

You are in everyone's heart,
Homeland - Russia,
White birch trees, golden ears.
There is no one more free than you,
There is no one more beautiful than you...
There is no other in the world
Such a homeland!

The song “Why are the birches in Russia so noisy?” (Lube group).

Small Motherland is the place of birth and formation of a person as an individual. What is the name of our small Motherland? (The word is attached to the board Mariinsk.)

Students read the poem “Mariinsk” by Viktor Bayanov.

The blue air is ripped open by horns,
The carriages rattle as they run...
And here is a multi-storey city
On the left bank of the Kiysk.
Not destroyed by fire and time,
He is in his youth,
Even though his first house was cut down
Still, probably, under Peter.
Like granite right word,
At dawn, smoking pipes,
Settled down thickly, condo
Houses made from brown larches.
And, like the grain-gatherers in the sky,
Light, light on those houses
Carved skates and valances,
Yes, the lace shutters are large.
And this wooden fairy tale,
Having flown to us through the years,
A random traveler, or an invited guest -
You will never forget...
Motherland
Russia
Mariinsk.

In what region is the city of Mariinsk located? In 2008, the Kemerovo region celebrated the 65th anniversary of its formation.

A. Tvardovsky wrote: “This small Motherland with its own appearance, with its own, albeit modest and unpretentious, childish soul, and over the years from that separate and small Motherland he comes to that big Motherland that embraces all the small ones and - in the great whole - one for everyone."

Conscious love for the Motherland arises in every person at one time. One thing is certain: with the first sip of mother's milk, love for the Fatherland begins to awaken. At first this happens just as a plant reaches out to the sun, or a child reaches out to its father and mother. Growing up, he begins to feel attached to friends, to his native street, village, city. And only as he grows up, gaining experience and knowledge, he gradually realizes the greatest truth - that he belongs to the Motherland and is responsible for it. This is how a patriotic citizen is born.

Guys, how do you understand the proverb “To live is to serve the Motherland!”?

Our native land can do a lot! She can feed you warm and tasty bread, give you spring water to drink, and delight you with her beauty, but she cannot protect herself. Therefore, the defense of the Fatherland, native land- the duty of those who eat bread, drink its water, admire its beauty. People in different times have performed and continue to perform feats in the name of love for their Motherland, in the name of love for their people.

Guys, what is a feat? (Children answer.)

Feat means that in a great unselfish impulse of the soul a person gives himself to people, in the name of people he sacrifices everything, even his own life.

Student:

There was a war, there was a war,
There is silence over the battlefield.
But across the country, through silence
Legends of war are coming.

During the war, the entire people stood up to defend their homeland. People didn't say big words about patriotic education and love for the Motherland, they were not afraid and showed restraint and performed feats. Among these heroes were our fellow countrymen, whom I will tell you about now.

(The teacher shows a portrait of Vera Voloshina.)

Stories, essays, poems and songs have been written about Vera Voloshina. A ship, streets and schools are named after her. In the year of the 20th anniversary of the Victory, she was posthumously awarded the Order Patriotic War 1st degree. On the eve of her 50th anniversary, in 1994, she was awarded the title of Hero of the Russian Federation.
Vera was born in Kemerovo. She studied at school 12, went in for sports, was a leader and everyone’s favorite. Vera was one of the first to rush to Moscow. I entered the Central Institute of Physical Education, but my health failed. Having gathered her strength, she enters the Institute of Soviet Cooperative Trade. The war knocked everyone out of their usual rut.
Vera, like all Komsomol members, left Moscow for the whole summer on a special assignment: to make fortifications. Everyone tried to work as hard as possible. Every Sunday there were resurrection days. The money they earned was donated to the Defense Fund. Vera Voloshina also became a donor. And on October 15, 1941, she informed her family that she was already at the front.
On October 21, Vera went on her first mission. The group returned only on November 6. Behind us are dozens of kilometers traveled through forests and swamps. On November 21, Vera, a Komsomol organizer of the group, again crossed the front line with her comrades. At the same time, Boris Krainov’s group moved over. There was heavy shelling. It was ordered to lie down. Boris Krainov and Vera Voloshina went ahead with the army intelligence officers. Then Vera returned, there was dead silence, and she ordered to follow her. Then the group rests again, the lead reconnaissance goes ahead, returns and leads the group. Then the group was split in two. During one of the dashes, Vera came under crossfire. The Germans grabbed her, seriously wounded, and took her to the Golovkovo state farm. On the same day, Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya also fell into their hands. They were interrogated and brutally tortured, taking out all their anger for the failures that, despite temporary success, they suffered near Moscow. They wanted to turn the local population against the scouts. The partisans, the Germans assured, were not only our enemies, but also yours.
Vera and Zoya died on the same day. Saturday November 29th. Vera’s posthumous fate took a dramatic turn. For many years she was considered missing. But in 1957, a note “She fought next to Zoya” appeared in Komsomolskaya Pravda. Moscow journalist Georgy Frolov has since collected all the materials about Vera. And only in 1957 he managed to find out how Vera died and find her grave. He wrote a documentary story about this search.

(I attach a photograph of the monument to the Soviet soldier-liberator in Berlin’s Treptow Park to the board.)

In Berlin's Treptower Park there is a monument on a high pedestal: soviet soldier holds a sword in one hand, and with the other carefully presses the German girl he saved to his chest. Sculptor E.V. Vuchetich embodied in this monument the feat of Soviet soldiers who liberated the world from fascism.
The whole world knows the soldier from Treptow Park. But not everyone knows that the bronze warrior has a specific prototype. In 1965 Marshal of the Soviet Union V.I. Chuikov named the name of the soldier whose image is depicted in the monument: guard senior sergeant, flag bearer of the 220th guards regiment Nikolai Ivanovich Masalov.
N.I. Masalov was born and raised in the village of Tyazhinsky, Kemerovo region, from there he went to the front. He went through a difficult battle path. In the summer of 1943, N.I. Masalov became a squad commander, and before the Vistula-Oder operation he was appointed flag bearer of the regiment. Physically strong, quick-witted and agile, Guard Sergeant Nikolai Masalov carried the Guards banner to the Oder and walked with it until the assault on the Seelow Heights. He brought it to Berlin.
An hour before the start of the assault on the Berlin Tiergarten district, the regiment took up a position near the Landwehr Canal. Suddenly, in the tense, as if pre-storm silence, a child’s voice was heard calling with despair:
- Mutti, muti!
“Mother is calling...” said one of the soldiers.
“It’s under the bridge,” the political officer heard Masalov’s hoarse voice.
- You are sure?
“Yes, under the bridge,” Nikolai repeated, “I know approximately where.” Will you allow me?
After hesitating for a second, the major ordered:
- Go!
Ahead there was a deserted area, which was shot from right and left; there could be mines under the bumps and cracks of the asphalt. Masalov crawled slowly. He crossed the square, took cover behind the ledge of a concrete barrier along the canal, and froze. Gathering his strength, Nikolai quickly climbed over the barrier. On the right, a German heavy machine gun fired in short, aimed bursts, a second, a third. To Masalov's comrades, seconds seemed like hours. Then the machine guns fell silent, and the child could no longer be heard. Is it all in vain?
The machine gunners stopped firing, losing sight of Masalov. He managed to hide under the bridge over the canal, where the crying was heard. Nikolai saw a murdered young woman, a bundle of clothes lay next to her. From the wounds on her back, Masalov understood what had happened. Apparently, the woman fled from the fascist lair, and the SS men shot her in the back. A crying girl clings to her murdered mother three years old, in a white polka dot dress. Masalov took her in his arms, she immediately fell silent.
The soldiers waited for Masalov for ten minutes. Then several of them, without saying a word, prepared to rush to the aid of Nikolai. And then they heard his voice:
- I'm with the child! Cover with fire. The machine gun on the right is on the balcony of the house with columns.
Just at this moment, the artillery commander, General Pozharsky, gave the command:
- Fire!
Artillery preparation began. Nikolai Masalov straightened up and, clearly typing his step, walked across the square with the girl in his arms.
It seemed that the entire front was saluting the feat of the Russian soldier.
A few weeks later, the sculptor E.V. Vuchetich arrived in the regiment and immediately looked for Masalov. I made several sketches from it.

The people performed feats not only in wartime, but also in a peaceful way. There are many professions in which people very often risk their lives to save others or simply help people.

Student:

There are so many professions
And so they are different.
And they are all useful
And they are all great.

30-year-old Alexander Kotov, a police warrant officer of a separate battalion of the Novokuznetsk PPS, was driving home from his shift with his colleagues at about two in the morning and saw a glow on a nearby street. A house was burning on Gorbunovskaya Street. The canopy and the roof were already on fire, there was a continuous veil of smoke inside, and not a soul of people around...
A thick curtain of smoke made it impossible to see whether anyone was alive inside. The front door was on fire, and the guys decided to break the window to make sure the house was empty. And although the police knew that this should not be done, so that the fire would not flare up more, they still took the risk. We listened, there were sounds in the room. Alexander Kotov decided that there might be a person there. It was very scary to climb inside, because he himself could suffocate or the burning roof could collapse, and he has a wife and a five-year-old son.
Meanwhile, the partners - foreman Yuriy Anishchenko and senior sergeant Yuriy Klimchuk - called firefighters and an ambulance. And they drove the patrol car away from the narrow street. Alexander climbed into the house through broken glass. He grabbed a rag from the table and wrapped it around his face. And then, covering himself with a table on top, in case of a collapse, he began to crawl around the room in search of the owner. The heat was very intense, and the smoke was so thick that he did not have enough air even for 2-3 minutes, and he had to return to the window. Only on the seventh run did he find his leg, grab the man in his arms like a child, and run to the window. And the guys, firefighters and doctors were waiting there...

In what other professions do people perform feats? (Please pay attention to the illustrations on the board.)

A person works to benefit his people, his homeland. Performs feats of labor.

The student recites V. Lifshitz’s poem “Labor.”

The table you're sitting at
The bed you sleep in
Notebook, boots, pair of skis,
Plate, fork, spoon, knife,
And every nail
And every house
And every slice of bread -
All this was created by labor,
But it didn’t fall from the sky!
For everything that was created for us,
We are grateful to the people
The time will come, the hour will come -
And we will work.

The history of each family and the history of the country are inseparable. They are connected not only by sad heroic events, they are connected by every day of their lives.

(I draw the children’s attention to the photograph of these families.)

Two families from our Kemerovo region visited the Kremlin this year at the presidential reception. This is a dynasty of miners from Prokopyevsky and a family of machine operators from Krapivinsky districts. Anatoly Ivanov has been working as a miner since 1979, and for conscientious work he was awarded the “Miner’s Glory” badge, 2nd and 3rd degree. Following their father, all the children in the family went into the mining industry: the younger children are still studying, and the older sons are already working in the mines.

The Parushkin family are machine operators. The head of the family, Yuri, again became the leader of the district during the last harvest, having threshed 27 thousand tons of grain. His wife Natalya also works in the industry. Some sons of Yuri and Natalya Parushkin tried to follow in the footsteps of their parents, but everyone was surprised by their eight-year-old son Maxim, who this summer worked along with the adults and threshed 100 tons of grain. Take another look at the photographs of people who have performed and are performing feats. They wanted you and me to live in peace, tranquility and prosperity.

Let's all say something loudly to them... Thank you!

Taimuraz Ramazanovich Uvizhev - representative of the dynasty of security officials, colonel of the FSB, honorary counterintelligence officer, honorary citizen city ​​of Magadan. He served for more than 30 years in the Magadan department of the KGB-FSB, where before that his father, Ramazan Salamgerievich, also served, and after that, his eldest son. The contribution of the Uvizhev dynasty to ensuring the security of the state is invaluable. We talk with Colonel Uvizhev about the history of the family, about service, dedication and the ability to combine traditions, duty and honor.

Taimuraz Ramazanovich, in your family of hereditary security officers, the centuries-old traditions of the Caucasian peoples, with their unwritten laws of family honor, and the best traditions of Russian officers, distinguished by their deep devotion to the state, are surprisingly intertwined. Please tell us about the history of your family – the Ossetian family of the Uvizhevs.

My family origin is ethnic Kabardians. Once upon a time, our great-great-great relatives who lived in Kabarda were blood relatives. The harsh laws of blood feud demanded: until you take revenge on your opponents by destroying them, you cannot get married and start a family. And this revenge took many years. As a result, only two representatives of the family remained, for whom the only way to save their family from complete extermination was to leave for other lands. And these two guys came to Ossetia to bow to one of the Ossetian princes. This was in 1850.
At a village gathering, the prince said: “These are ours, they will live with us. Now we are responsible for them, they are responsible for us.” And under a completely different name, my ancestors began to live in Ossetia. In 1856, they had their first children born on this land. One of these children was my grandfather. And only after October Revolution again regained their surname Uvizhevy.

After the revolution, the descendants of the Uvizhevs dispersed: some returned to Kabarda, some remained in Ossetia. And now many of our distant relatives live in Kabardino-Balkaria. Is there locality, where 22 Uvizhev families live. My relatives, by the way, worked for many years in the KGB of the Kabardino-Balkarian Republic. All of them are considered our relatives, although they speak the Kabardian language. Although I am definitely an Ossetian, I speak Ossetian. Over so many years the blood has mixed.

That part of the branch of our family that remained in Ossetia entered Kardzhin, a Muslim village. This was one of those villages to which the tsarist government resettled mountaineers from the gorges - so that too large number fellow believers did not gather in one place. And as soon as they acquired property and livestock, a revolution happened, a sharp change in guidelines and values. The Caucasus, which had no industry and no working class, later entered into revolutionary activity. Formation was very difficult. The stratification between the haves and the have-nots is diametrical.

I know for sure that my grandfather did not like Soviet power. He was born in 1852 and died in 1954, having lived 102 years. He had a hard time with the change of power and the emergence of a different value system. However, I will cite this fact from the history of our family: when in 1921-1922. in Ossetia there was a severe famine, a crop failure, in the house of my grandfather, who had his own cattle, all the children of our village drank milk and ate eggs. Thanks to this, infant mortality was minimal. Therefore, when collectivization began, and part of our family was sent to Solovki as kulaks, the village gathering defended my grandfather. However, the fact that the grandfather was wealthy - a “kulak” - always played a negative role in his father’s service.

The last of those Uvizhevs who were dispossessed exiles returned to their relatives in 1994: some from Kyrgyzstan, some from Tajikistan, where they settled after exile. Lived in Tajikistan cousin my father. His other cousin, Gabazha Uvizhev, was called up to the front from Kyrgyzstan in April 1941 and went missing in June 1941 in Belarus. Since then, for many years I have been trying to find where he died defending his homeland, but to no avail.

On a memorable day for the security agencies, I would like to start talking about representatives of the Uvizhev family with your father, Ramazan Salamgerievich. Tell us about it.

From the service card of Colonel R.S. Uvizhev. Date of birth – September 1922. Place of birth – village of Kardzhin, Kirov region, North Ossetian Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic. Nationality: Ossetian. From July 1942 to June 1946 - platoon commander, chief of reconnaissance of the 13th Heavy Guards Mortar Brigade of the 3rd Guards Mortar Division.

About my father... This is enough difficult fate at his place. But I think my father is lucky. Because he returned from the Great Patriotic War. Everything else comes later: joys, failures - everything else is secondary. Because the main thing is that he returned from a war where the armed forces alone suffered almost 10 million direct losses, and he did not fall into this number of dead, he went through the entire war.

He was called from North Ossetia. The fate of their call is interesting. There weren't many of them: 7 guys in the class, the rest were girls. He was not subject to conscription because he had just graduated from the financial and economic technical school, and there were not enough specialists at that time. But as soon as he found out that his classmates were being drafted, he went with them to the district military registration and enlistment office in the city of Ordzhonikidze, as Vladikavkaz was then called. I came to the commandant’s office at the railway station and said: “I want to go to the front.” And I immediately got into the junior lieutenant course in Ordzhonikidze. I studied for a short time. These were so-called quick courses, because the war constantly consumed a colossal amount of resources, both technical and, unfortunately, human. From the school he was assigned to the newly formed separate Guards artillery brigade of rocket launchers, which later became known as “Katyusha”. My father was less than 19 years old. He served in this brigade until the end of the war.

When my father went to war, he and his classmates were seen off by the entire village. And this tradition has been preserved to this day - to see off people into the army and welcome them after it. The mullah handed his father such a talisman, like a talisman, in the form of a crescent moon with an asterisk in a leather case, saying: “Ramadan, this will help you.” And when my father once arrived on a short vacation, and then returned from the war, the first thing the mullah said was: “You see, the Almighty ordered it this way.”

In the brigade where my father served, the strictest secrecy was ensured to preserve state secrets on the use of Katyusha mortars. Therefore, the selection there was very serious, especially for officers. My father got involved in reconnaissance, which consisted of thoroughly checking the area from which shooting would be carried out, adjusting and monitoring the neighboring side, and obtaining information from captured soldiers and officers of the fascist army. German colonists lived in our village for a long time, communication with whom allowed my father to study well German, thanks to which he could interrogate and interrogate prisoners himself. The scrupulousness inherent in his father allowed him, as he said, to receive information bit by bit in order to avoid a preemptive strike by the Germans on positions, instantly fire a certain number of missiles at the enemy, instantly pack up and leave the place. This was given 10-15 minutes. Therefore, he also went to the front line, observing the adjacent side. In the second phase of the war, they already went beyond the front line, made adjustments from there and returned back. These are the functions.

Defending the Motherland is a great thing. I want to say that this is a special national characteristic of Ossetians – the inability to retreat. What does it mean to show cowardice? This is haram, shameful. Both grandchildren and great-grandchildren will be ashamed of you if you allow yourself to falter in the face of the enemy.

Reading about the events of the war years, you never tire of being amazed at the extraordinary courage and extreme readiness for self-sacrifice that people had. Now, when there is so much talk about dislike for the Soviet regime, I cannot help but ask: what, in your opinion, motivated people who did not spare their lives for the sake of their Motherland?

It was one vast country, a piece of everyone’s soul and heart. My grandfather was what is called dispossessed. And naturally, it was hard for my father, who served in army front-line intelligence. The origin had an impact. And he was even accepted into the party only in 1943, although he served dutifully and was awarded more than once. But never in my life have I heard negative words from my father in relation to the Soviet regime, to Soviet Union. Although he had enough reasons to be offended.

The front line was located in the northeast of our village, one and a half kilometers. The Germans were there. And 10 km away the famous battle unfolded - the battle at the Elkhotov Gate - where the enemy had already stumbled and could not go further to Vladikavkaz. The significance of this battle is colossal, and, in my opinion, has not yet been fully appreciated. The Germans were locked in the gorge, thanks to this battle colossal forces were drawn away from Stalingrad, which played a key role in our victory at Stalingrad. However, my father fought elsewhere. One millionth personnel.
I repeat, my grandfather did not like Soviet power. In his house, a portrait of Karl Marx hung on the wall, and almost every day, looking straight into his eyes, his grandfather meditated with him and said this (in Ossetian): “O infidel, because of you the whole world has turned upside down!” He called him “Kark Mark” and always repeated: “ Soviet power– the government is not good, it has not done anything good to the people. But those who fight defend their homeland, not the government.” And therefore, when the front line came close to our village, every morning he himself, or together with one of the men, slaughtered a ram or a goose or a turkey. They boiled a large vat of broth, poured it into dishes, and my aunts, his daughters, dragged it all to the front line or to the railway junction where the wounded were housed. And so every day.

What was the fate of your father after returning from the war?

My father returned from the front in September 1946. Officer, senior lieutenant. Order bearer.

From the service card of Colonel R.S. Uvizhev. By 1946, he had the following awards: Order of the Red Star, Order of the Patriotic War, I and II degrees, medals “For Courage”, “For Victory over Germany”, “For the Capture of Koenigsberg”, “For Military Merit”.

Since my father had a financial education, he went to work as a financial inspector. He identified violations and arrears and was very principled. And even then they began to study him as a candidate for service in the security agencies. I think the reason for this was the following fact from the history of our family: one of our relatives, who served in the regional department of the NKVD of the Kirov region, in 1942 accepted unequal battle with an abandoned German landing force. While destroying the enemy, my cousin died 4 km from his native village. And today his name is carved on the marble of the FSB building for the Republic of North Ossetia-Alania. Apparently, this played a decisive role in the decision to enroll my father in the service, despite the fact that he was a relative of dispossessed exiles. But nevertheless, he had excellent recommendations: front-line soldier, officer, order bearer.

Having started his service, his father entered the High school KGB of the USSR named after F.E. Dzerzhinsky (now the Academy of the FSB of Russia). This was the first post-war recruitment of officers who received higher legal education. Many graduates of this faculty subsequently became heads of territorial bodies and served in the central apparatus. After completing his studies, my father headed the investigative department of the KGB department on Ordzhonikidzevskaya railway. Was an investigator.

By the way, when in 1989 the rehabilitation of victims began very actively political repression and review of cases, I, using my capabilities, learned that of the persons convicted in the criminal cases that my father investigated, not a single one was rehabilitated. That is, the investigation was conducted thoroughly, and they were convicted legally. I have always been very sensitive to these issues, and knowing this was important to me.
So gradually my father moved up the career ladder, rising to the rank of head of the 2nd department of the KGB for the North Ossetian Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic.

How did it happen that R.S. Uvizhev came to serve in Magadan?

In 1956, the 20th Party Congress was held and the cult of personality was debunked. And personnel changes and organizational decisions immediately followed. For some time my father was at the disposal of the management. In 1961, along with the reduction Soviet army by almost two million military personnel, similar changes were made in state security agencies. Father's choice for further passage services were offered by Tomsk, Tyumen or Magadan. He chose Magadan. By that time I was already a lieutenant colonel, had a family - a wife and three sons, I was the eldest.
I came here alone at first. There was no position for him in the city; he was sent to Yagodnoye as a commissioner, that is, as the head of the unit. Then it was not called the district department, as it is now, but the office of the authorized representative of the UMGB in the Yagodninsky district. And the number was considerable: 4 senior detectives, 8 detectives. The year was 1962.

A little later we arrived as a whole team. Mother and three of us, small children. We took trains to Magadan, where the driver met us. I was 10 years old. I remember that April day well: we were leaving home - everything was in bloom, it was cold in Magadan, and there was even snow in Yagodnoye. The mother cried at first, but you can’t really cry, there’s nothing to do. A small house, the functions were distributed - who is responsible for the firewood, who is responsible for what, and so things began to live.
After some time we moved to Magadan. My father became deputy head of the 2nd department. The management structure of the MGB was completely different then. Operational department one - 2nd, counterintelligence, consisted of several departments that decided various tasks. The remaining departments are auxiliary - secretariat, administrative and economic and others. It was only later, in 1967, that the 5th department of the MGB, ideological, and the corresponding department in the territorial bodies appeared.

My father began his service in the Magadan region during active work to identify state war criminals, of whom there were many among the special settlers. The search for them was carried out by the MGB: at that time there were approximately five hundred thousand wanted deserters and traitors to the Motherland. This work continued for a very long time. I joined the service in 1977, and we were still working in this area and looking for traitors; every year we identified several state traitors. They found people who destroyed civilians during the war, and then changed their names and “buried” themselves using someone else’s documents. Our task was to find them, carry out search activities, and the trials took place in the regions from which these people were sent to us. I remember well the thick blue search books containing information about the criminals found. Unfortunately, they have already been destroyed, but they could give a complete idea of ​​the enormous work that the security agencies have done here.

Taimuraz Ramazanovich, you grew up in live communication with those who bore the hardships of terrible hard times on their shoulders. The basis of the post-war composition of the MGB Directorate in the Far North were front-line soldiers. You can hear different things about the security officers of the Soviet era, and these opinions are not always positive. Tell us what they were like, representatives of the security agencies of that time, and what it meant for them to be patriots, to serve their Motherland?

There were many front-line soldiers in the department, and they often gathered at our home. While slowly eating and drinking, we remembered the war time. When I managed to crawl closer, I listened with pleasure to their conversations. Therefore, I remember their reaction to certain events very well. These were people of fighting spirit.

And we, young children of department employees, grew up with the personal example of these special people before our eyes. At that time, a lot of attention was paid to our upbringing and training.

We never hung around unattended. The department organized a radio class for the children of employees. We learned to work like real radio operators. They got in touch, sent and received messages. Mandatory - tactical, drill training. In the summer, we were taken out to study military topography: they give you a map, a compass, and plot your route. Then you gather a group and follow this route. If you hit a rock, it means that’s how you laid out the route, look for where the mistake is and figure it out.

After the eighth grade, those who expressed a desire to further connect their fate with the army or serve in the security forces began even more serious studies. Physical training, very strict requirements. And so on until graduation.
I believe that it was this form of upbringing that allowed many of us to decide on our future. And most of the generation of my peers went to military schools and subsequently became senior officers.

Let's return to the story about your father.

Having served in the Magadan department of the MGB-KGB for more than 15 years, in 1976 my father retired from service due to age. He returned to his native Ossetia and lived there. Of course, perestroika was a huge disaster for him. And the subsequent collapse would be an even greater tragedy. Soviet state. He had served faithfully all his life, and could not accept this.

I was very worried about the state. When Gorbachev began to actively move upward in the early 80s, my father told me: “This man will destroy our homeland, son.”

In 1984 or ’85, my father wrote a lengthy document on the Caucasus, arguing that with such a policy we would lose the Caucasus, that separatist movements there were gaining strength, and radical fundamentalists could come to power. Sent to the center. Of course, I received no answer.

In July 1986, I went on a business trip to Ingushetia and stopped home to visit my people. I found my father looking strange, somewhat detached. He was no longer interested in what I was doing. And he says to me: let’s go to our ancestral village. Well, let's go.

We have a routine with him, and I still strictly adhere to it, and teach my son Shamil: we never go to the living first, we always first go to the cemetery to visit those who lie there, and only then we go to the village. .. My father and I got up and sat, he cried a little. And then suddenly he says: “Here is my place... You know, time is slowly taking over me: here is a heart attack, then a stroke, now the arm is not working very well, the fingers will be taken away, then the arm... then the second one, I will lie down, you will feed me... This is the case This won’t work...” I began to scold him in every possible way, saying that I would quit and look after him, as is customary according to our customs. But my father categorically forbade me to do this. He said, “You must serve. Whoever comes to power, remember: you serve not the authorities, but the state.” However, I decided for myself that I would return from a business trip, report and take a vacation, come here to my parents...

But it didn’t happen. Ramazan Salamgerievich Uvizhev died in August 1986. He was buried according to Muslim customs, as Taimuraz Ramazanovich recalls, on the quietest summer day, when ripe pears fell from the branches under their own weight, plopped onto the sun-drenched ground and spread their juice, and only the bees buzzed in the hot silence...

Taimuraz Ramazanovich, your father’s whole life is an example of selfless service to the Fatherland, just like yours. How is this special devotion to the Motherland brought up, forcing one to put honor above all else? Tell me using your family as an example.

The head of our family was our grandfather. As a child, I was terrified of him. I was 2 years old when he died, but I remember him very well. Sometimes I would steal candy from him. And he, since he couldn’t catch up, began to praise me and call me to him. I didn’t go, but my mother caught me crying because the order had come. "Choose vine or nettle,” said the grandfather. And if I did not cry during the punishment, then he called the neighbors and praised me, saying: “See how the wolf cub is growing. He is ours, ours, not those...” “Those” he called the Ossetian Christians, of whom my mother was. And if I started crying, I told my mother: “Anya, take him, this little pig.”

Grandfather spoke Russian very poorly. He knew Chechen, Kabardian, Ingush and Georgian languages. And I spoke Russian poorly because I didn’t want to. Sometimes my father’s older sister, a teacher, came in the evenings and read to him in Russian. He was very fond of Pushkin's fairy tales, especially the tale of the Little Humpbacked Horse. And I always wondered how the Russians could bring out such a horse.

My father was born when my grandfather was 70 years old. And it seems to me that my grandfather could have lived even longer. But when he was already 102 years old, he climbed onto the roof to straighten the apricots laid out for drying, fell and ran into a fence. I, two years old, saw this and screamed. They removed it and operated on the damaged liver, but it didn’t help. I remember how they wrapped him up before burial, and I checked his eyes to see if they were cold. Then my grandfather was the one for me angry man, and I still couldn’t believe that there would be no more punishments. But these five-time prayers, which my grandfather taught me, disciplined me forever.

My father always said that service comes first. After school I worked at a factory because my father believed that it was necessary to know the life of the main class - the workers. Don’t meddle in men’s affairs, my father told my mother when I was going to serve in the army, but she didn’t want it.
Since childhood, I was raised on the smell of an officer's uniform, on this special smell of leather and sword belt. My father did not trust his dress uniform to anyone but me. I knew the order of all the awards, polished buttons, polished boots. As an adult, with the rank of senior officer, in one of his conversations with his father on official topics, he told me parting words: “You and your peers are lucky, Taimuraz. You live in peacetime, no external aggression against the USSR is expected. Serve properly, take care of the Motherland, and my and your grandchildren will live in happy times.” I am sure that my father would not have survived all the changes of the last 22 years of the history of our state.

I'm lucky, just like my father. I have served my Motherland faithfully for more than thirty years. Not just as best I could, and properly. My children are law-abiding. The eldest son Shamil continues to serve in the security agencies, in the department where his grandfather was the head for a long time. Currently studying Ossetian language who doesn't know and sometimes blames me for it. Although he was the only one of the grandchildren who lived with his grandparents, and I always told him that he was connected by an umbilical cord to his grandfather. Now he's catching up.

Taimuraz Ramazanovich, December 20, 2012 marked the 95th anniversary of the formation of security agencies modern Russia, from the day when the All-Russian Extraordinary Commission to Combat Counter-Revolution and Sabotage was created. FSB officers are still often called security officers today. How accurate do you think it is to apply this term in our time to those who serve in the FSB today?

I would probably be careful not to apply the term “chekists” to the realities of today. The name itself - VChK - contains the word “emergency”, that is, endowed with emergency powers. In the impending chaos, the collapse of production, the confrontation between the overthrown class and new government It was impossible to govern a huge country without such a body as the Cheka. The issue was initially brought to the Politburo, and after discussion, a decree of the Council of People's Commissars was adopted. It was not for nothing that the organs of the Cheka were called the “punishing sword of the revolution,” intended to protect the interests of the ruling class. The ruling class, whether anyone likes it or not, was then the victorious proletariat. Many say that the Cheka is a bloody executioner and associate mass repressions with its activities. But without a thorough study of cause-and-effect relationships, it is impossible to treat this stage of history objectively. Both the whites and the reds treated their enemies cruelly. Although today they prefer to talk about the Reds.
Of course, traditions must be maintained. This, without being pretentious, is boundless devotion to the Motherland, high professionalism, the need to sacrifice oneself, if it so happens, and there are no other options.

Therefore, I would say this, answering this question: we can and should be called heirs of traditions. And the best that has been developed through practice should be adopted. But those episodes that are very dramatic in the history of the security agencies and our state cannot be hushed up, but they must also be covered very objectively, without a strain in the voice, so as not to forget and not to run into this circle again. If it were my will and authority, I would declassify materials relating to the repressions of the period from 1917 to 1953 inclusive. Otherwise, the information vacuum is often filled by unscrupulous people who want to denigrate our history.

Your grandson recently turned one year old. Would you like him to become a military man?

Yes. If everything goes well, then of course we will make him an officer. Regardless of which one. Serving the Motherland is a great honor.

Marina Terentyeva

Turkova Daria. School No. 1, Lyubinsky, Omsk region, Russia
Essay on English with translation. Nomination Other.

What is it to serve your homeland?

What is it to serve your homeland? For me, this phrase is connected with the word "patriotism". To serve your homeland means to serve it`s interests, to love it and be loyal to it. To serve your homeland means to do some work for its sake. Maybe it will be your own job and you will do your best to deal with it.

In my family there is a person who has all these qualities. It’s my elder brother Dima Turkov. He has graduated from Omsk Academy of the Russian Interior Ministry and works as an investigator of in “Office of the Federal Service for Drug Control”. I am sure his profession is very important. Dima has been dreaming to work in the police since his early childhood. By the end of the school study he has already known where to go to get the professional training. He graduated from school No. 1 in Lubino in 2003 with a silver medal. Then he entered the Omsk Academy of the Russian Interior Ministry. He finished it with a red diploma and began his service as a senior investigator. He never looked for easy ways to achieve his goal because he believes that life does not give you another chance and always strikes you in the most difficult moments. My brother is healthy and strong, he has got analytical mind and can communicate with different people easily. He devoted himself to his profession. Dima has been my herosince my childhood.

The image of a police officer is always associated with courageous and confident man, who will always fight for justice. Most people think a policeman is a corruptible, insolent and greedy man. But it is not true .This stereotype was broken for me when my brother started working in this area.There are some people who casually refer to their work do their work carelessly.Maybe my brother was lucky to get into a good team but Dima was in very good collective where they always help each other and rejoice at somebody's success.

I think that it is a very exciting, but dangerous profession.

Under such a laid-back title the letters UFSKN there are a lot of difficulties and dangers

People don't see their daily. But if they did not do it many people could get used to drugs and even die. They do not to prick or hundreds of people just - just to try the drug If they catch one smuggler they will prevent many people from drugs. Those who think consider this work useless probably have not yet experienced the grief of having lost friends or relatives because of drugs.

I think that everyone should have a second chance. The main task of the police officer is to landmark help a "lost" person, to give him or her a chance to correct his life.

I am proud of my brother. Dmitriy is my hero and I follow his example in my life.

What does it mean to serve the fatherland? For me, this phrase is inextricably linked with the word “patriotism.” After all, to serve the fatherland means to serve its interests, to love and be devoted to it. To serve the fatherland means to do something for the benefit of your homeland, to love your work, to devote all your time to it.

There is a person in my family who has these qualities. My brother Dima Turkov. He graduated from the Academy of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Russia. On at the moment works as an investigator in the Department Federal service Drug Control" I really think his profession is very important. From early childhood, Dima dreamed of working in the police. By the end of 11th grade, he already knew exactly where he would go and who he would be in the future. In 2003 he graduated from Municipal Educational Institution "LSOSH No. 1" with silver medal, entered the Omsk Academy of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, graduating from this higher education educational institution with honors diploma. Served as a senior investigator in Central Administrative District No. 2. He never looked for easy ways to achieve his goal, because he was convinced that life does not give concessions, but always strikes at the most difficult moments. An inquisitive look, analytical mind, communication skills, physical perfection, high professionalism - distinctive features my brother. Dima has served and continues to serve as an example for me since childhood. Even now he devotes himself entirely to his profession.

I have always associated the image of a police officer with a courageous, self-confident, principled person who will always fight for justice. Most people imagined the policeman as a corrupt, arrogant and greedy person. But that's not true. This stereotype, built over the years, breaks down the moment my brother starts working in this field. Yes, indeed, there are people who are careless about their work. But not everyone is like that. Maybe my brother was lucky good people, but Dima ended up in a very good team, where it is customary to always rejoice at the success of his colleagues with awards.

It seems to me that in many ways, this is a very exciting, but at the same time dangerous profession.

And even under such a casual name of the Federal Drug Control Service, many difficulties and dangers are hidden.

People don’t see their work, since it mostly concerns drug addicts or smugglers. But if they weren’t there, how many people could get hooked on drugs and even die. Having caught one smuggler, they prevent hundreds of people from injecting themselves or just trying drugs. People who consider this work pointless, most likely, have not yet experienced that grief experienced by parents, friends or relatives of drug addicts.

But I believe that everyone has the opportunity to have a second chance. The main task of a police officer is to provide guidance to a “lost” person. Give him a chance to improve.

I'm proud of my brother. Dmitry is a person whom I have looked up to, look up to and will continue to look up to throughout my life.

Municipal budget educational institution

"Krasnoozernaya main secondary school»

Regional scientific and practical conference

“A healthy Russia is our future”

RESEARCH WORK

on the topic “What does it mean to serve the Fatherland?” .

Completed:

Severina Angelina

4th grade student

Teacher:

Kuchendaeva L.M.
teacher classes

S. Krasnoozernoye

2015

Content

Introduction 3

ChapterI

1.1. Military destinies 4

1.2. Heroes of ordinary days4

ChapterII"Everyone's Sacred Duty"

2.1. H 5

Conclusion 5

Information resources 6

Application

Proverbs about the Motherland 7

Photos from family archive 8

Essays of classmates 13

Introduction

Be a patriot... What does this mean?

And that means love your homeland,

And this means honestly, disinterestedly

Serve your beloved fatherland.

Kovaleva E.

The topic of my research is “What does it mean to serve the Fatherland?” Hearing this question from the teacher, I thought seriously. Does this imply fulfilling one’s “honorable duty” in the form of military service? Or do young people now have no such concept at all - “serve the Fatherland”? And if so, how do they imagine this service? It seems to me that modern children have to live in rather difficult times. We often hear that we live in a world in which there are no ideals. Many people believe that our time is a time in which there are no heroes. The words citizen, patriot are distorted.

The relevance is what's today Russian army causes ambivalent feelings, parents try their best to protect their sons from service.

Interested in theseproblems , I set myselftarget:

find out whether children can serve the Fatherland.

To achieve this goal I need to solve the followingtasks:

get acquainted with new facts from the history of my family;

get to know literary works about the Motherland;

study people's opinions.

This work includes the following groupsmethods:

survey;

observation;

collection of information;

systematization of information;

registration of work;

public speaking.

Sources of information:

literary devices

Internet

interview

classmates' essays

The practical result is a memo “Serving the Fatherland” and an information report with a presentation, which can be used in lessons about the surrounding world, literature, and during class hours.

ChapterI“How my own mother saw me off…”

1.1. Military destinies

I started my research with my family, finding out how my ancestors served. I can only learn about the fate of some of them from stories, because they died long before I was born. My great-great-grandfather, Fomin Gavrila Aleksandrovich, born in 1900, was dispossessed in 1933 and exiled with his family to Abakan. That's how they ended up in Khakassia. They worked in the fields. And in 1939 they finally settled in Krasnoozernoye. Died at the front.

His daughter married Grigory Ilyich Korolev. He was born in 1922 in the Saratov region on the banks of the Volga. In 1941, on July 1, he was drafted into the army, he had a seven-grade education, and even before the war he completed driver’s courses. He was sent to study at the Volsk Aviation School as a fighter aviation mechanic technician.

In July 1942 he graduated and went to the front. He fought on the Southwestern Front, on the Voronezh Front, which was renamed the First Ukrainian Front.

In February 1944, as part of a group of five people, he was transferred from the front to military school to train pilots for the front.

In July 1945, they were sent to Sakhalin to defeat the Japanese Kwantung Army.

In March 1947, he was demobilized with the rank of aviation foreman. He had awards: medal “For Military Merit”, medal “For Victory over Germany and Japan”. After the war, my grandfather lived to be 67 years old.

My second great-grandfather, Andrey Leontievich Vyatchin, was born in 1918. In 1938, he was called up for military service by the district military registration and enlistment office. In 1941 he went to the front. He fought on the Belorussian Front as an artillery reconnaissance officer and had military awards: “Order of the Patriotic War”, “Order of Glory” and others. He returned alive and lived to be 72 years old.

These are my great-grandfathers. They gave all their strength, knowledge, and skill to the service of the Fatherland.

1.2. Heroes of ordinary days.

Now that it has become unprestigious to join the army, I speak with pride about my father, my older brother, my maternal and paternal uncles, who honorably fulfilled their duty to their homeland. My father served in the border troops, my brother Alexey served in the GRU special forces.They “didn’t turn away” from the army, and are proud that they served, considering the army a real school for real men!

Many young guys are fleeing from military service in panic. They are ready to ruin their health, break limbs, but not serve. But many people are really worth serving. Demobilizers (contract soldiers) have benefits when entering universities and getting a job.They say that previously a guy who had not served was not considered a person; girls tried not to be friends with them.

ChapterII"Everyone's Sacred Duty"

2.1. Hdoes it mean to serve the Fatherland in the broadest sense of the word?

Next, I conducted a survey among children and adultsin order to study people's opinions. Of all respondents, 52% were children and 48% were adults. The children answered briefly. The main answers were: to defend the Motherland, serve the Motherland and repay the debt to the Motherland. The adults answered more interestingly. For example, to be proud of your country, to help young and elderly people, to do your job honestly, to take care of your family.

Then in class we wrote essays answering this question. Many of the essays were very interesting. Some associate service to the Fatherland with military service, others even believe that this means “giving everything, maybe even your life.” I liked the saying that every person begins to serve the Fatherland from childhood. For example, studying at school, college, then working for the benefit of the homeland, protecting nature. But the main thing on which our opinions agreed was that serving the Fatherland can be understood in different ways, but one must love it limitlessly.

Conclusion

Thus, I believe that the main result of the work done is that I came to the conclusion that in order to serve your Fatherland, you do not have to be a military man. It is enough just to love your country.To serve the Fatherland is to serve its people (that is, oneself). This is when everyone in their place does their job and does it well. Someone studies, someone works: at a table, at a machine, in factories, in factories, in the fields: or plays football; or conducts complex negotiations... It doesn’t matter what it is, but it is imperative that everyone feels that they are doing one common, big and important thing that everyone really needs and needs, and it is aimed, first of all, for the benefit, for the prosperity of our huge and wonderful Fatherland, which is called Russia!This, in my understanding, is service to the Fatherland of an ordinary citizen.

I, Severina Angelina, at the age of 10, try to study well, help veterans, my family and friends, take care of cleanliness, nature conservation, participating in cleanup days. I am a patriot of my country, which means I serve the Fatherland!

Used literature:

Materials from the family archive (letters, certificates, photographs)

Internet data.

1000 proverbs, riddles, sayings. Comp. V.F. Dmitrieva. –M.:AST; St. Petersburg: Sova, 2011. – 510 p.

Dal V.I. Dictionary living Great Russian language.

Appendix 1

Proverbs about the Motherland

My great-grandfather - Korolev Grigory Ilyich (left)

Dad - Severin Vladimir Vasilievich

Grandfather – Syusin Vasily Gerasimovich