I see the city of Petrograd in the seventeenth year. On Sunday my sister and I left the yard
On Sunday with my sister
We left the yard.
- I'll take you to the museum! —
My sister told me.
Here we go through the square
And we finally enter
To a big, beautiful red house,
Looks like a palace.
Moving from hall to hall,
People are moving here.
The whole life of a great leader
Stands in front of me.
I see the house where Lenin grew up,
And that certificate of merit
What did you bring from the gymnasium?
Ulyanov high school student.
Here the books are lined up -
He read them as a child,
Above them many years ago
He thought and dreamed.
Since childhood he dreamed of
So that on our native land
A man lived by his own labor
And he was not in bondage.
Days behind days, years after years
They pass in succession,
Ulyanov is learning, growing,
Goes to a secret meeting
Ulyanov is young.
He was seventeen,
Seventeen years in total
But he is a fighter! And that's why
The king is afraid of him!
An order is sent to the police:
“Grab Ulyanov!”
And so he was expelled for the first time,
Must live in the village.
Time passes. And again
He is where life is in full swing:
Goes to speak to the workers,
He speaks at meetings.
Does he go to his relatives?
Is he going to the factory?
The police are everywhere behind him
He follows and doesn’t lag behind...
Again a denunciation, again a prison
And deportation to Siberia...
Winter is long in the north,
Taiga both far and wide.
A light flickers in the hut,
The candle burns all night.
More than one sheet of paper has been written on
By the hand of Ilyich.
How could he speak?
How they believed him!
What space could he open?
Both heart and mind!
This speech is not a few brave ones
On the path of life
I was able to captivate, I was able to ignite,
Lift and lead.
And those who listened to the leader
They followed him forward
Sparing neither strength nor life
For the truth, for the people!..
We are moving to a new room,
And loudly, in silence:
- Look, Svetlana, -
I said, -
Picture on the wall!
And in the picture - that hut
Off the Finnish coast,
In which our beloved leader
Hidden from enemies.
Scythe, and rake, and ax,
And the old oar...
How many years have passed since then
How many winters have passed!
It’s impossible in this kettle,
Must be heating the water
But as we wish, friends,
Look at the teapot!
We see the city of Petrograd
In the seventeenth year:
The sailor is running, the soldier is running,
They shoot on the move.
A worker drags a machine gun.
Now he will enter the battle.
There is a poster: “Down with the gentlemen!
Down with the landowners!”
Carried by detachments and regiments
Kumach cloths,
And ahead are the Bolsheviks,
Ilyich's guards.
October! Overthrown the government forever
Bourgeois and nobles.
So in October the dream came true
Workers and peasants.
The victory was not easy,
But Lenin led the people
And Lenin saw far away,
For many years to come.
And the correctness of your ideas -
Great person -
He is all working people
United forever.
How dear any object is to us,
Stored under glass!
An object that has been warmed
His hands are warm!
A gift from my fellow countrymen,
Red Army gift -
Overcoat and helmet. He accepted them
As the first commissioner.
Feather. He took it in his hands
Sign the decree.
Watch. From them he recognized
When to go to the Council.
We see Ilyich's chair
And a lamp on the table.
With this lamp at night
He worked in the Kremlin.
I have seen more than one sunrise here,
I read, dreamed, created,
Answered letters from the front,
I spoke with friends.
Peasants from distant villages
They came here for the truth,
We sat down with Lenin at the table,
We had a conversation with him.
And suddenly we meet the guys
And we get to know friends.
That's a squad of young Leninists
I came to the museum for a gathering.
Under the banner of Lenin they
They rise solemnly,
And they swore an oath to the Party
Solemnly give:
“We swear to live like this in the world,
How the great leader lived
And also serve the Motherland,
How Lenin served her!
We swear by Lenin's path -
There is no straighter way! —
For the wise and dear leader -
On Sunday with my sister
We left the yard.
- I'll take you to the museum! -
My sister told me.
Here we go through the square
And we finally enter
To a big, beautiful red house,
Looks like a palace.
Moving from hall to hall,
People are moving here.
The whole life of a great leader
Stands in front of me.
I see the house where Lenin grew up,
And that certificate of merit
What did you bring from the gymnasium?
Ulyanov high school student.
Here the books are lined up -
He read them as a child,
Above them many years ago
He thought and dreamed.
Since childhood he dreamed of
So that on our native land
A man lived by his own labor
And he was not in bondage.
Days behind days, years after years
They pass in succession,
Ulyanov is learning, growing,
Goes to a secret meeting
Ulyanov is young.
He was seventeen,
Seventeen years in total
But he is a fighter! And that's why
The king is afraid of him!
An order is sent to the police:
“Grab Ulyanov!”
And so he was expelled for the first time,
Must live in the village.
Time passes. And again
He is where life is in full swing:
Goes to speak to the workers,
He speaks at meetings.
Does he go to his relatives?
Is it going to the factory?
The police are everywhere behind him
Watches, doesn't lag behind...
Again a denunciation, again a prison
And deportation to Siberia...
Winter is long in the north,
Taiga both far and wide.
A light flickers in the hut,
The candle burns all night.
More than one sheet of paper has been written on
By the hand of Ilyich.
How could he speak?
How they believed him!
What space could he open?
Both heart and mind!
This speech is not a few brave ones
On the path of life
I was able to captivate, I was able to ignite,
Lift and lead.
And those who listened to the leader
They followed him forward
Sparing neither strength nor life
For the truth, for the people!..
We are moving to a new room,
And loudly, in silence:
- Look, Svetlana, -
I said, -
Picture on the wall!
And in the picture - that hut
Off the Finnish coast,
In which our beloved leader
Hidden from enemies.
Scythe, and rake, and ax,
And the old oar...
How many years have passed since then
How many winters have passed!
It’s impossible in this kettle,
Must be heating the water
But as we wish, friends,
Look at the teapot!
We see the city of Petrograd
In the seventeenth year:
The sailor is running, the soldier is running,
They shoot on the move.
A worker drags a machine gun.
Now he will enter the battle.
There is a poster: “Down with the gentlemen!
Down with the landowners!”
Carried by detachments and regiments
Kumach cloths,
And ahead are the Bolsheviks,
Ilyich's guards.
October! Forever overthrown
power
Bourgeois and nobles.
So in October the dream came true
Workers and peasants.
The victory was not easy,
But Lenin led the people
And Lenin saw far away,
For many years to come.
And the correctness of your ideas -
Great person -
He is all working people
United forever.
How dear any object is to us,
Stored under glass!
An object that has been warmed
His hands are warm!
A gift from my fellow countrymen,
Red Army gift -
Overcoat and helmet. He accepted them
As the first commissioner.
Feather. He took it in his hands
Sign the decree.
Watch. From them he recognized
When to go to the Council.
We see Ilyich's chair
And a lamp on the table.
With this lamp at night
He worked in the Kremlin.
I have seen more than one sunrise here,
I read, dreamed, created,
Answered letters from the front,
I spoke with friends.
Peasants from distant villages
They came here for the truth,
We sat down with Lenin at the table,
We had a conversation with him.
And suddenly we meet the guys
And we get to know friends.
That's a squad of young Leninists
I came to the museum for a gathering.
Under the banner of Lenin they
They rise solemnly,
And they swore an oath to the Party
Solemnly give:
“We swear to live like this in the world,
How the great leader lived
And also serve the Motherland,
How Lenin served her!
We swear by Lenin's path -
There is no straighter way! -
For the wise and dear leader -
Follow the Party!”
On Sunday with my sister
We left the yard.
- I'll take you to the museum! -
My sister told me.
Here we go through the square
And we finally enter
To a big, beautiful red house,
Looks like a palace.
Moving from hall to hall,
People are moving here.
The whole life of a great leader
Stands in front of me.
I see the house where Lenin grew up,
And that certificate of merit
What did you bring from the gymnasium?
Ulyanov high school student.
Here the books are lined up -
He read them as a child,
Above them many years ago
He thought and dreamed.
Since childhood he dreamed of
So that on our native land
A man lived by his own labor
And he was not in bondage.
Days behind days, years after years
They pass in succession,
Ulyanov is learning, growing,
Goes to a secret meeting
Ulyanov is young.
He was seventeen,
Seventeen years in total
But he is a fighter! And that's why
The king is afraid of him!
An order is sent to the police:
“Grab Ulyanov!”
And so he was expelled for the first time,
Must live in the village.
Time passes. And again
He is where life is in full swing:
Goes to speak to the workers,
He speaks at meetings.
Does he go to his relatives?
Is it going to the factory?
The police are everywhere behind him
Watches, doesn't lag behind...
Again a denunciation, again a prison
And deportation to Siberia...
Winter is long in the north,
Taiga both far and wide.
A light flickers in the hut,
The candle burns all night.
More than one sheet of paper has been written on
By the hand of Ilyich.
How could he speak?
How they believed him!
What space could he open?
Both heart and mind!
This speech is not a few brave ones
On the path of life
I was able to captivate, I was able to ignite,
Lift and lead.
And those who listened to the leader
They followed him forward
Sparing neither strength nor life
For the truth, for the people!..
We are moving to a new room,
And loudly, in silence:
- Look, Svetlana, -
I said, -
Picture on the wall!
And in the picture - that hut
Off the Finnish coast,
In which our beloved leader
Hidden from enemies.
Scythe, and rake, and ax,
And the old oar...
How many years have passed since then
How many winters have passed!
It’s impossible in this kettle,
Must be heating the water
But as we wish, friends,
Look at the teapot!
We see the city of Petrograd
In the seventeenth year:
The sailor is running, the soldier is running,
They shoot on the move.
A worker drags a machine gun.
Now he will enter the battle.
There is a poster: “Down with the gentlemen!
Down with the landowners!”
Carried by detachments and regiments
Kumach cloths,
And ahead are the Bolsheviks,
Ilyich's guards.
October! Forever overthrown
power
Bourgeois and nobles.
So in October the dream came true
Workers and peasants.
The victory was not easy,
But Lenin led the people
And Lenin saw far away,
For many years to come.
And the correctness of your ideas -
Great person -
He is all working people
United forever.
How dear any object is to us,
Stored under glass!
An object that has been warmed
His hands are warm!
A gift from my fellow countrymen,
Red Army gift -
Overcoat and helmet. He accepted them
As the first commissioner.
Feather. He took it in his hands
Sign the decree.
Watch. From them he recognized
When to go to the Council.
We see Ilyich's chair
And a lamp on the table.
With this lamp at night
He worked in the Kremlin.
I have seen more than one sunrise here,
I read, dreamed, created,
Answered letters from the front,
I spoke with friends.
Peasants from distant villages
They came here for the truth,
We sat down with Lenin at the table,
We had a conversation with him.
And suddenly we meet the guys
And we get to know friends.
That's a squad of young Leninists
I came to the museum for a gathering.
Under the banner of Lenin they
They rise solemnly,
And they swore an oath to the Party
Solemnly give:
“We swear to live like this in the world,
How the great leader lived
And also serve the Motherland,
How Lenin served her!
We swear by Lenin's path -
There is no straighter way! -
For the wise and dear leader -
Follow the Party!”
To a big, beautiful red house, like a palace. Moving from hall to hall, people are moving here.... (S. Mikhalkov)
No sooner said than done!! WITHEarly in the morning we went to the Weapons Museum. Honestly, we were going there for a long time, but we were waiting for the 4th floor with modern weapons to open, so that, like hell, we could look at all the floors! Our path lay through the Nikolo-Zaretsky Church.
(from Wikipedia) The founder of the temple is considered to be the son of Nikita Demidov - Akinfiy Demidov. Initially, the church was built according to the usual plan: the altar, the main volume, the refectory, and the bell tower were located along the east-west line. But on October 3, 1730, the newly built bell tower, probably located above the Demidov tomb, collapsed. Fifteen people were killed and nine were injured. Then the bell tower was rebuilt separately on the other side of Nikolsky (now Oruzheyny) Lane. The temple building is rectangular, greatly elongated, with a raised middle part.In 1734, a chapel-crypt for the burial of family members appeared on the first floor of the temple. Demidova.
In the 1770s and 1780s, the building underwent repairs and reconstruction. May 2, 1779 in Zarechye there was a big fire. The Nikolo-Zaretsky Church also suffered, most of all its roof, upper temple and gallery. The fire caused damage to almost all parishioners of the church, so its restoration took several years. By 1803, the entire church and porch were painted. In addition to the Demidovs, among the benefactors of the Nikolo-Zaretsky Church were representatives of other famous Tula families. In particular, Andrei and Ivan Rodionovich Batashev took part in finding funds to restore the church after the fire. The gunsmiths Lyalin, Korotkov, merchants Zverev, Belousov and others made their contributions to the temple.
In 1862, a new iconostasis was built in the upper church to replace the old one, which had fallen into disrepair. The rector of the church, Archpriest John Myasnovsky, donated 2,300 rubles for this purpose. In 1914, along Demidovskaya Street and Nikolsky Lane, which bordered the church site from the west and south, a forged fence on a white stone base appeared. At the temple there was a shelter in which four elderly women lived at the beginning of the 20th century. The almshouse at the Nikolo-Zaretsky Church was mentioned back in 1782. The parochial school has operated at the church since 1894.
Soviet period
In 1924, the temple was included in the list of churches and monasteries of the Tula province, registered with the department for museums and the protection of monuments of art and antiquities of the People's Commissariat of Education (Narkompros).
Modern period.
In 1995, a project for the restoration of the St. Nicholas Church was developed, which was worked on by Tula architect V. Klimenko, Vladimir architect V. Fomin, engineers and scientists from Tula State University, as well as specialists from Suzdal. The original drawings and design of the temple have not been preserved, so the developers of the restoration project used old photographs and materials available in the State Archive of the Tula Region. In 1996, the temple was hastily restored to celebrate the 850th anniversary of the first mention of Tula in the chronicle and the 340th anniversary of the birth of Nikita Demidov.
In 1999, on the eve of the Nativity of Christ, the temple was transferred to the Tula diocese. On March 29, 2004, seven bells made in Voronezh using the technology of ancient Russian craftsmen were raised to the belfry of the Nikolo-Zaretsky Church. The lower temple with three altars was also restored. In 2006, the altar was consecrated in the name of the Apostle Andrew the First-Called, in 2007 - the altar in the name of the holy royal passion-bearers Nicholas, Alexandra, Olga, Tatiana, Maria, Anastasia and Alexy, in 2008 - the main altar in the name of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker.There is a Sunday school and library at the church. On Sundays, spiritual conversations are held with adults. In 1996, a historical memorial was opened Museum "Necropolis of the Demidovs" — branch of the TOIALM association. It is located in a single-storey former residential building built in the late 1920s on the grounds of a church garden. The museum includes an introductory hall with the exhibition “The Demidovs and the Tula Region” and the intra-church family tomb of the Demidovs in the Nikolo-Zaretsky Church. This is the only surviving intra-church burial of representatives of the first generations of the Demidovs in Russia.
The decoration of the temple is amazing!
What a wonderful experience I had there! Joyful, bright! I couldn't get enough of it!
The Christmas service was already over, it smelled of incense, my soul felt - WONDERFUL! It can be joyful, it can be fun, and it can be WONDERFUL. I felt WONDERFUL!)
Then we went to the Weapon Museum.
What immediately caught my eye and outraged me.
Entrance ticket price. 400 rubles on the nose - that's crazy! Guide services - 1250 rubles for 2 hours. Imagine a family with 2 children. An ordinary young family. In which either the older one should buy shoes for school, or the younger one (for example) should pay for a speech therapist - or go to the museum with sandals! And whaaaat?!! Such a trip can turn out to be an Event in the life of a family! So much to fuck off! I just shook my head! We got our bearings and found 6 more young people (3 couples) with whom we jointly paid for a guide for eight. Therefore, the trip cost us 1112 rubles 50 kopecks. The cafe on the first floor has a hefty price tag. Many people carry their own bottles of water, because they would be willing to pay 100 rubles for a glass of water! I didn’t take anything to drink with me and bravely endured it until the end - 2 hours of excursion and another hour we walked on our own - once again remembering what we saw.
What I liked.
There are a lot of people. A lot of young people! There are a lot of married couples with children, for example, one is in a stroller, the other is riding on daddy’s neck. Everyone is sitting, asking questions with interest, it’s clear that the kids are sincerely interested in the inspection! There are a lot of older couples - it’s just too crowded. The buses carry new and new batches of people, and it is clear that the exhibition is really captivating and interesting and it is simply impossible to imagine it any other way - it is incredibly executed!!
Everything in the museum is very modernly equipped. There is a TV guide near each display case. You can walk around and read about each individual specimen or this or that exhibit. There are a lot of audio slides, it’s nice to listen, it’s cleverly designed, by God!!
We enjoyed seeing the development of modern weapons. The Smerch and Grad system, which destroyed terrorist bases in Syria. And I pouted like a toad from the realization that my Motherland, if anything, would stand up for itself in such a way that no one would care! It really blew me away! And more than once I remembered that I am Russian - and I am proud of it! Our land will not become scarce, as they say!
I was touched by the work of the masters, which can be seen on a grain of rice under a microscope!
Look how cool the exhibition looks:
In general, of course, I want to convey the story about the museum to a professional. Dmitry Krylov.
Here is his absolutely magical report from 4 minutes 30 seconds.
Anyone who takes the time to spend 10 minutes will enjoy it to the fullest - a delightful show!
That's how our day ended. We arrived tired and hungry. We had a festive lunch of herring under a fur coat, stewed potatoes and chicken breast with pickled tomatoes, rested and each went about their own business - my husband sanded the door in the hall for re-staining, and I cleaned the kitchen, came back from the obligatory evening walk and wrote this report of mine
Happy Merry Christmas to everyone! Light, goodness, happiness, health to you, may Lady luck accompany you in all your affairs, may your children not get sick and make you happy, may your parents be alive and healthy, Christmas miracles to you, warmth and love! Always yours. Zhenya)
Our museum is among the top ten best museums in the country!
SERGEY MIKHALKOV
AT THE V.I. LENIN MUSEUM
(story in verse)
On Sunday with my sister
We left the yard.
“I’ll take you to the museum!” –
My sister told me.
Here we go through the square
And we finally enter
To a big, beautiful red house,
Looks like a palace.
Moving from hall to hall,
People are moving here.
The whole life of a great leader
Stands in front of me.
I see the house where Lenin grew up,
And that certificate of merit
What did you bring from the gymnasium?
Ulyanov high school student.........
Poems for children are certainly associated with the name Mikhalkov. Mikhalkov wrote many poems for children. He began writing poetry for children early. In 1935, Mikhalkov's first poems for children appeared in the Pioneer magazine and the Izvestia and Komsomolskaya Pravda newspapers. These were Three Citizens, Uncle Styopa, What Do You Have?, About Mimosa, Stubborn Thomas and other poems for children. In 1936, his first collection of Poems for Children was published in the “Ogonyok Library” series. Mikhalkov entered children's literature quickly and triumphantly; the circulation of his books very quickly became equal to the circulation of Marshak and Chukovsky. Mikhalkov's poems for children are famous, in which he was able, in the words of A.A. Fadeev, to give the basics of social education in a lively and entertaining form. In and through play, Mikhalkov helps the child to understand the world around him and instills a love of work.
