Project “My Favorite City” preparatory group

Project in the preparatory group “My city where I live”

Project type: creative, long-term, exploratory

Type of project: family, group

Project participants: preparatory group children, teacher, parents

Venue: MBDOU "Kindergarten No. 38 "Belochka"

Implementation period: from 09/01/2014 to 05/29/2015

Objective of the project

: clarify and expand children’s knowledge about their hometown

Tasks

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– Introduce children to their hometown with its history and sights

-Develop a sense of responsibility and pride for your hometown

-Arouse the desire in children to find information, material and summarize them into thematic albums, layouts, photo exhibitions, etc.

– Involve parents to participate in project activities.

Problem: based on the monitoring results, it was revealed that most children do not have enough knowledge about their hometown. Children do not know the names of the streets, who the streets were named after, what architectural monuments are located in the new part of the city and the old, historical data, why the city is named so, etc. Knowledge of the city’s attractions is insignificant. They also don’t know the professions of famous people living in their hometown.

Relevance of the project: Using the project method will help cultivate moral feelings in children. Develop an educational interest in the past and present of the city.

Hypothesis: This project “My Hometown” will help expand children’s knowledge about the history and attractions of the city. It will help children and parents to join the rich traditions of their hometown and see the beauty of their hometown. Parents will become active participants in the educational process at the preschool educational institution.

Stage 1: - preparatory

Goal: to identify the level of knowledge about your hometown.

– diagnostics of children on this topic.

-selection of methodological encyclopedic, historical reference, fiction literature. Based on the topic of the project, selection of necessary equipment and manuals for the practical enrichment of the project.

Stage 2: - main includes.

Project implementation.

Long-term plan

3-stage final

Purpose: summing up, analyzing the results obtained

Expected result: Children have formed ideas about their hometown, as well as a sense of responsibility and pride for their city. Children learned to find information, historical data, materials and summarize them into albums, photos and exhibitions.

Essay on the topic My favorite city

Grandfather says that when I was little, my hometown was just as clean, blooming and rainbow-colored, people smiled at each other, went to demonstrations together, cleaned the yard and planted beautiful flowers in the flowerbeds. I believe him because I also love my city.

The most joyful childhood memories are associated with him, from digging in the sandbox with other kids to Sunday trips to the movies with his parents.

There are many wonderful monuments in my beloved city, and they say that some of them were sculpted by a famous architect, to whom many interesting articles are devoted in the press.

There are few old buildings on the city streets, but there are several spacious squares and green parks where young couples stroll and funny kids run around. I also love spending time in one of these parks, where there are marble benches, rainbow fountains sparkle in the summer, and falling leaves rustle underfoot in the winter.

I love my city for its wide sidewalks and white curbs, flower beds with flower arrangements, and especially for the proud character of the people, passed down from generation to generation.

Here, streets and monuments are named after national heroes; jazz bands and street musicians perform in the center in the evenings. In one of my favorite public gardens, in the warm season, “living” sculptures stroll, delighting children and adults, and when the circus arrives, real fun reigns.

Here I feel protected next to relatives and friends, I know every nook and cranny and, it seems, I can read the thoughts of any person. At night, my friends and I often board a trolleybus and ride along quiet streets towards adventure.

And on weekends we gather in the yard, have fun and communicate with each other, or visit local museums and art galleries.

And in winter, especially if it snows in the evening, my city turns into a winter fairy tale. On such evenings, the city seems to calm down; instead of noise, you can hear snow falling, fluffy flakes outlining houses, parked cars, benches and signs of city stores with white outlines.

If they offered me to move to some other place, I would not agree. Because my hometown is the best on earth, my parents grew up in it, I am starting to grow up, and someday I will be happy to tell my children about the best time, going through childhood memories and memorable dates.

My favorite city - essay

Everyone has their own friend. Friends are different. There are friends - books or buildings in your favorite city.

Option 1 – St. Petersburg

Our town! He is beautiful, poetic, he is magical at night, he is beautiful in the morning. My city is my friend, I love it as a person. When I feel very, very bad, I go to the streets of my city... St. Petersburg...

My Petersburg is an openwork maple leaf fluttering on the granite of the Fontanka, warmed by the autumn sun; these are the old steps of the Mikhailovsky Castle, through the deep cracks of which blades of grass scorched by the sun make their way; this is the barely audible echo of heels on the bright, sun-striving (so elegant!) street of Zodchego Russia...

My Petersburg is the first shining puddle on the dark palm of the square, the water in it reflects the golden sparkles of the good Isaac... He raises his dark columns above the square - large, beautiful... Through the patterned bars of his high windows the river sparkles with blue waves.

Under the cooing of pigeons and the inaudible splash of the Neva, I slowly, thoughtfully walk around the square... When I walk along your straight streets, my city, when I plunge into the gold of your parks and squares, my city, I feel with my whole being how dear you are to me, my my most faithful friend, my city...

And these gray houses with stucco balconies, and old lanterns on small bridges over canals, and sun spots on the cobblestones of quiet streets, and the dim arches of old houses; and there, if you enter the fragrant gloom of the courtyard and raise your head, you will see a bright blue square of the autumn sky falling high, high on you; and the last tight buds of carnations in red baskets on the asphalt clean from the rain, and the cold cast iron of the lace lattice of the bridge - everything is so sadly beloved, everything is so achingly close...

My Petersburg is the flickering glare of the last gentle rays on Pushkin’s hand at the Russian Museum, it is the restrained noise of voices, the breath of perfume and the rustling of dresses in the opera, when another moment of trembling anticipation - and the chandeliers solemnly go out, the sounds of the overture sound...

Like all good things, the performance quickly ends, the last spectators leave, the large lanterns above the entrance to the fairy-tale world go out, the square becomes empty, it’s already very late... Only one person’s footsteps can be heard on the deserted streets.

I come closer to him and in the dim light I see the tired, melancholy look of his eyes, the wind scattered strands of his brown-amber curls across his high, beautiful forehead, his lips slowly move in time with his steps, uttering melodious phrases: “Among this mysterious vulgarity, say, What should I do with you?

Incomprehensible and unique, like a smoky blue fan.” I love my city because it keeps the warmth of his hand on its granite walls.

My Petersburg is a volume of Blok’s poems on the bench of the most remote alley of the park, my favorite poems there are laid out with yellowed openwork maple leaves that Smell of Petersburg...

Option 2 – Rostov-on-Don

My favorite city is Rostov-on-Don. It is located on the right bank of the Don River. My city is often called the “gate of the Caucasus” because trade routes to the Caucasus go through it.

The city is home to more than a million residents. It consists of eight territorial units - districts. My city is warm and gentle in the summer and snowy and frosty in the winter. The city was awarded the title “city of military glory.”

One of the special places in my city is the theater square. It houses the largest observation wheel in the south of Russia. There is also a theater named after Maxim Gorky, it is made in the form of a caterpillar tractor, for which it has become famous throughout the world, and a smaller copy of it is kept in the London Museum of World Architecture.

Also in the city, the ancient Armenian church “Surb-Khach” is in particular demand. She is over 200 years old. At its foot there is a spring in which people bathe all year round.

In 2022, six FIFA World Cup matches were held on the left bank of the Don at the new 45,000-capacity Rostov Arena stadium. Brazilians, Swiss, Croatians, Icelanders, Mexicans, Koreans, Belgians and Japanese came here. It was a real celebration of football.

I love my city because I grew up here, I know every street, every alley of my city. I have warm memories from childhood associated with this or that place. He is very handsome and friendly. He is multinational. It is cultural and fascinating. This is my favorite city!

Option 3 – Sevastopol

The city in which I live has a very long, rich and heroic history. This is a city of ships and anchors, a city of salty wind and spacious embankments.

I live in a city glorified in many wonderful songs, sung in the books of such famous writers as Alexander Green, Konstantin Paustovsky. My favorite writer Vladislav Krapivin also wrote a lot about him.

Often, walking along familiar streets, I imagine myself as the hero of another Krapivinsk book. After all, I am the same tanned boy with scratched knees and sun-bleached hair, like many of the tomboys who have left the pages of Krapivin’s works.

My town is very beautiful. He has his own character. At first glance, he seems serious and unapproachable, like an honored warrior in a ceremonial uniform, whose chest is hung with ringing orders and medals.

But in fact, like all real soldiers, my city is cheerful and very kind, because good and sympathetic people live in it. Very, very many good people!

You probably guessed where I live? My city bears the glorious name of Sevastopol. And I love him very much.