Since my birth, I live in a village. It’s called Nizhdorozhnoe. My village is situated on an elevated position, in the lower reaches of the Dorozhenka River, which flows into the Oskol River. If you stand next to the school, you can see everything: my house, the houses of my fellow villagers, the river, the chalk mountains, the fields, and the road leading to the distance. There are neighboring villages, birch and pine plantations.
You know the land where everything breathes,
Where rivers flow purer than silver,
Where the breeze of the steppe feather grass wavers,
In the cherry groves sink the farm…
Since my birth, I live in a village. It’s called Nizhdorozhnoe. My village is situated on an elevated position, in the lower reaches of the Dorozhenka River, which flows into the Oskol River. If you stand next to the school, you can see everything: my house, the houses of my fellow villagers, the river, the chalk mountains, the fields,
and the road leading to the distance. There are neighboring villages, birch and pine plantations.
There are two hypotheses about the origin of the name of the village. One of them is based on geographical material. It is believed that the village received a name on the Dorozhenka River, the mouth of which is in the village. There is also a confirmation of this: in the middle reaches of the river there is the Central Highway, and at the source – Golovishche or Verkhnezdorozhnoe.
Another assumption has a historical basis. They say that the name was given to the Mongol-Tatars: Upper roads, Middle roads, Lower roads.
The fact that the Mongol-Tatars marched through our territory proves the presence of two shlachs and the name of the village Shlyakhov Yards. In addition, objects have survived, which also confirm this.
I prefer the second version, so I am collecting material that would serve as its confirmation. How interesting: next to us there is a story.
I really love my native village. In spring, it is buried in apple and cherry blossoms, scents of lilac and bird cherry. In summer the
slopes are covered with gray feather grass. Autumn pleases the eye with the color of the leaves. In winter an endless, boundless white space opens up.
Our land is unusually beautiful, and everything that surrounds us pleases the heart. In the countryside there are still corners of wild, pristine nature.
Our land is unusually rich in forests, meadows, fields, clay, sand and chalk. The only thing. what worries me now is that there are no young people here, mostly retired people.
But time is passing, society is rapidly developing, modern technologies are being introduced, changing the way of life and thoughts of a person, changing the face of the earth.
I am proud of my native land and I want my village to become richer and more beautiful. I believe that in the future there will be much more differently. That beautiful asphalt roads will connect my small village with the nearby villages. buses will go, and people can easily get to any place in their area. New beautiful and comfortable houses will grow; will build a modern large enterprise that will work. using the natural resources of our area, a kindergarten will open. a theater and a museum, a hospital and a church, a large modern shop, a culture center and a computer center. Then all people will have the opportunity to work where they like, while near the house. The standard of living of my fellow villagers will not be different from urban. Natural gas will come to every house. In the homes of the villagers will appear computers with access to the Internet. And then no one will leave the village in search of a better life. Once again it will come to life, my countrymen will live and work here.
People will become more cheerful and kinder. They will take care of nature, protect animals and birds, and help them. After all, nature is the source of life and well-being. And nature will serve man, to give him his beauty and inexhaustible riches.
But there are things that I would like to keep, despite all the positive changes. I do not want the spirit of the village to disappear, the simplicity and warmth of human communication and participation. And let the natural beauty of the native land be preserved. Let the rowan and birch plantings border my village as well, lilac and bird cherry blossom under each window, and in the autumn still smells of apples and mushrooms.