Beautiful words about our native places. Statuses about home

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Is yours native home where they think about you.

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It’s good when the same person is in your head, at home and in bed...

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The main person in the house is the one who pays for the Internet...

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Every person should have a place where he can return with confidence that he is loved and welcomed there.

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With the birth of children, order, money, peace and serenity disappear in the house... and happiness appears.

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Home, work, home, work, home, work... It's hard to live a double life.

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The road home begins the very moment we leave...

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I love the gentle look of my mother and her sweet oval face. Is there anyone on earth better than the one who gave you life?

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Nothing in the house is stored more carefully than unnecessary trash called “what if it comes in handy.”

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Family is not where everything is perfect, but it is a place where they forgive each other!

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Happiness is when there is someone to wish Good morning, Good night... And just know that they are waiting for you and you have somewhere to rush.

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Parents' house is a little paradise: you sleep well there, it smells like delicious food, and the mirrors make you look slim!

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Happiness is when you wake up to someone pulling your hair, shouting in your ear: “Maaaam.” They hug you, laying their whole body on your face, cutting off oxygen, and then kiss you many, many times!

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Household chores they are so arrogant, not only do they come without asking and big company, they still don’t leave, they hide in corners, in closets and multiply, multiply.

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But this is so important so that you want to return home in the evening...

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One day my daughter, hugging me, said: “Mommy, you smell so delicious,” when asked: “What?”, she answered: “MOM”...

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If you want to be a king at home, make your wife a queen.

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Children are happiness! Children are joy! Children are a breeze in life! You can't earn them, it's not a reward. God gives them to adults by grace!!!

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Secret family life lies in just 3 words: “You’re right, my love!”

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I don’t scold my wife, I will never leave her, it’s because she became bad with me, but I took her to be good.

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Away is good, but at home... INTERNET!!!

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Happiness is when you really want to go to work in the morning, and in the evening you really want to go home.

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Work-home, home-work, work-home... However! It's hard to lead such a double life!

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Happiness comes more willingly into a home where a good mood always reigns.

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Happiness comes to a house where there is laughter.

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For some, home is a fortress, and for others, it is a prison. Therefore, some live with comrades, while others live with cellmates.

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Am I the only one who has frying pans in the oven at home?)))

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Home is where our junk is kept while we are away from home to get more junk.

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Repair is a natural disaster committed by a group of persons, by prior conspiracy, on a particularly large scale.

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The best way to clean your home is to lose your SIM card in it. Verified.

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To say about a housewife: “She sits at home, she is UNEMPLOYED” is simply blasphemous!

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Happiness is when you go to your home and understand that they are waiting for you there.

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It’s strange, but cleaning the house helps clear away bad thoughts, erases the dirt of the past, the dust of the old, and brings freshness. And the world already looks new. Cleaner.

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Housework is something you notice when your wife stops doing it.

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The most interesting finds are found under the moved sofa.

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It turns out interesting... When we are home alone, everything suits us. And as guests, they immediately say: “THE MESS! WE NEED TO CLEAN UP!!!"

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Nothing brings a family closer together than the absence of light in an apartment!

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You sit at work and think: now I’ll come to my home, eat, do my homework and go to bed.

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At work I take a break from home, and at home I take a break from work)))))))))

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I will soon be kicked out of my home... for not attending...

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When the husband comes home early, he thinks: “What should I read?”, and when it’s late: “What should I write?”

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In my home, all responsibilities are clearly distributed: my wife does everything, and I do everything else.

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If your child does not feel that your home belongs to him too, he will make the street his home.

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Observation: I clean the house fastest and most effectively during moments of extreme anger.)

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Don’t be afraid to be late home, where people love you and know how to wait!

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Women, like cats, often love not their owner, but their home.

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They say that a person's home is where his cell phone charger is)))

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A person has two joys in the world: one is to leave home in youth, the other is to return home in old age.

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Not the home where a person was born, but the one that he himself created, the one where every thing was bought or made by his hands, the one where there is always a place for him.

Statuses about home

I dream about the house where I grew up,
Where she boldly smiled at the sun.
There, under the window, lilacs were blooming
And I bathed in her flowers.

I was stupefied, my head was spinning,
And in the meadow, in the fragrant herbs,
You gave me lilacs then.
The lilac has grown old and dried up...

But I remember with a sigh
That bouquet is magnificent.
But the house remained, decayed,
Yes, that bench where with you

We all dreamed under the moon.
Spring will come and I will come

Sprouted new shoots
And the shadow in the window all day long.

Stupefying, dizzy,

No more wandering around together!

I want to go home so much, I want to go back
Where it's hot and light in summer,
Where winter nights the blizzards are howling,
Where I always felt so good...
I often think about my friends,
About how much fun we all had...
Well, now I'm here alone, a stranger
And they all remained there somewhere...
AND on dark nights waking up
Looking at the bright stars in the distance -
I understand that in a dream it is in vain
Together with friends and family we...
I often see my father's house in my dreams,
The village that has always been dear to me,
Dad's grave, where he is buried -
Where I haven’t put flowers for a long time...

Now I understand better
That our home is very dear to me,
Where was I born, where did I live?
My childhood remained in that house.
In the spring the cherry blossoms bloomed there,
The currant bushes were blooming
Large apple tree up to the roof
She threw white flowers.
But the years passed and everything changed,
I don’t live in that house anymore.
And I only often remember
I felt so good in it.
I grew up and then one day
Walked along my native street
Everything is the same, but only
The house is in ruins and there is no yard......
And the cherries don't bloom there anymore
Currants don't grow anymore.
Broken apple tree branches
Someone will take it for the firebox.
Let them tear down the house, let them continue to destroy it,
But I won't forget him -
Where was I born, where did I live
Where did my childhood end?

And a silvery voice by the stream!!!

Your family... lovely places!!!

AND more colorful than the rainbow arc......

Bow down to your mother's earth,
And bow to your father to the ground,
We owe them an unpaid debt,
Remember this sacredly all your life.

There is a good light burning in your windows,
Good light.

And may our childhood not end,
Even though we have become adults,
Because parents want
So that we remain children.

Parents' house
To the tune of the song “Parental House”

Wherever we are, but still
We are always confident that
What will greet us with love and tenderness
Our marina is our parents' home.

Parental home, the beginning has begun,
You are a reliable pier in my life.
Parental home, even for many years
There is a kind light burning in your windows.

We all leave one day
On your way, drawn by fate.
But we never forget
Where they were born and home.
Are you going to cut off the roots?
Everything grew there, loving you.
And you won’t forget your home,
Where did your life begin?

We all leave someday
From the places of friends and relatives.
Well, in our hearts, we worry,
It was as if we had betrayed them.
But it often pulls us back.
And we are very eager to meet.
Everything we lose irretrievably.
They only give you dreams for a moment.

We're all leaving somewhere,
Trying to find the convergence of roads.
And only after drinking it all will we find out
How dear our native threshold is to us.
And how many different places in the world,
There are countless beauties on earth.
But these divas will not replace
Those places of family that are in the heart.

We are all leaving for some reason.
But who will answer this?
We dream about something ghostly
And we have been looking for happiness for many years.
The light of happiness always looms for us,
A little more, there, ahead...
And so, on the road again! And this means-
Hope, believe and love life

I'll board a passing train,
I’ll run away to my native land.
where it smells like larch in May,
to where my homeland is.
I'll walk through the streets with friends,
I’ll climb our hill,
and from love for my native land,
I will cry with all my heart.
here as children we played hide and seek,
a crowd went mushroom hunting,
swam in the river, sunbathed, and had colorful dreams.
and no matter how many years pass,
no matter where fate takes you,
I dream about my home village,
trees, hills and river.
and even though I rarely come,
worldly vanity holds,
my side, my village,
forever in my heart.

Irina:

My blue-eyed beauty -
Sounding, birch Rus'!
I like everything about you, my dear:
The roar of the sea, the sunny heights.

Wind noise, endless spaces,
Golden domes of churches,
Forest, oak groves, fast-flowing rivers...
There is nothing sweeter in the world.

The taste of fragrant rye bread,
The color of viburnum and rowan will become,
Summer rains, fluffy snow...
I love you, Russia - Mother!

I dream about home, native places,

sunrise, sunset and the smell of the wind,

How the wheat turns golden in the fields

What a pity! That this is only a dream

I remember the train and the platform,

My last evening with friends

And the carriage carried me away to the country,

Which they didn't know.

I know time can't be turned back

Now I have to settle down here,

But I can’t deceive my soul

What a pity! That this is just a dream.

We've been living here for a long time,

It seemed like I needed to come to terms with it,

But don't forget anything

What a pity! That everything is just a dream.

I love my fatherland, but with a strange love!
My reason will not defeat her.
Nor glory bought with blood,
Nor the peace full of proud trust,
Nor the dark old treasured legends
No joyful dreams stir within me.

But I love - for what, I don’t know myself -
Its steppes are coldly silent,
Its shoreless forests sway,
The floods of its rivers are like seas;

On a country road I like to ride in a cart
And, with a slow gaze piercing the shadow of the night,
Meet on the sides, sighing for an overnight stay,
The trembling lights of sad villages;

I love the smoke of burnt stubble,
A train spending the night in the steppe,
And on a hill in the middle of a yellow field
A couple of white birches.

With joy unknown to many,
I see a complete threshing floor
A hut covered with straw
Window with carved shutters;

And on a holiday, on a dewy evening,
Ready to watch until midnight
To dance with stomping and whistling
Under the talk of drunken men.

Say kind words about your Motherland, Take it all from your memories,
Let great things not happen there, But there are many reminders of happiness there.
There is childhood, mother, father, There are a lot of old friends you still have,
And there beautiful nature Finally, And there I always dreamed often and easily.
It’s just hard to comprehend all this, You don’t immediately understand all this in the distance,
At first you want to dream about a different life, Well, then in the distance you just melt away...
After all, the Motherland lies within you, It filled you, raised you, taught you,
Now it is in all its glory, It is in you, and, you know, this is the power.
And you will return to realize that you are drawn to your native place since childhood,
Grace will run through your body and spread, And childhood will flash before your eyes again.
Say kind words about the Motherland, About the fact that you are bored with everything native,
Add a little more warmth, And easily walk to your home...

I will remember my younger years
When the whole crowd was walking,
When we were friends and loved,
And we didn’t want to go home.

Those were the golden years
It was time for youth.
And everything that was sweet to the heart
Will never return.

I will remember the house at the crossroads
And the old poplar at the gate,
I will hear echoes in my heart
All my dear ones.

There is no house, no tree.
Many years have passed since then,
But still my soul ached
Since those years, everything has been traced in her.

Fate is the mistress of life
And my dream did not come true.
And apparently that’s how it wakes up now
Grieve your heart with sadness from afar.

Who said: “Russia is dead?”
I don't believe this slander.
Holy Rus', you stand like a wall,
On the way to bandit freedom.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t
Evil evil spirits will overcome you.
Holy Rus' endured everything.
Time inevitably heals wounds.
And stands with the passage of centuries,
Determining the path for all peoples.
Who said: “Russia is dead?”
She's just gaining strength.

07/26/06 Vladimir Semenov

Mother Russia!
I love you more than anyone
Your forests, fields, open spaces,
Your children have a cheerful, ringing laugh,
Winter is a magical shimmering time.
I love how red spring will come!
Everything awakens to a better, new life,
From the winter flickering sleep,
From the wonderful winter cover.
But now summer is following her:
Summer noise, noise, noise
Birches are dressed in bright greenery;
The summer village garden is also noisy...
And after summer - autumn with leaf fall
Running slows down life for a while:
It will rain, it will rain,
Put Pokrovsk snow on the fields.
And now - winter!
Christmas trees –
A haven for cheerful children!
But the spring drops are pouring again
On the streets, and churches, and courtyards.
And again the words and colors sing praises,
Easter ringing - into the blue dome!
This is how you live: from Easter to Easter
Mother Russia!
And we live – by you!

Gleb VLADIMIROV, 10 years old.

I believe in a better Russia!
After all, I am not a slave of my country.
by your power and strength
From birth we are endowed.

I hear it thundering under the sky
Your formidable bell of the Kremlin.
Live covered in snow
Blessed land!

I see the light of coming faith
In you, as in our grace.
It will be the first on the entire planet
Your parent to become.

I will sing to you forever
Only glorious psalms.
And there is no happier person
Whose homeland will you be?

I believe in a better Russia!
That day is coming like a snowball,
When power and strength
Spill star milk

What is called my homeland?
I ask myself a question.
The river that winds behind the houses
Or a bush of curly red roses?

That autumn birch tree over there?
Or spring drops?
Or maybe a rainbow stripe?
Or a frosty winter day?

Everything that has been around since childhood?
But it will all be nothing
Without my mother's care, dear,
And without friends I don’t feel the same.

That's what is called the Motherland!
To always be side by side
Everyone who supports will smile,
Who needs me too!

In my native places the wind smells like chamomile...

And down to the blade of grass, the whole land is ours!!!

In my native places the sun shines brighter...

Let them tell me that there are other lands,

That there is another beauty in the world...

And I love my places... my family...

Your family... lovely places!!!

In family places --y the color of the sky is blue,

In my native places there are more spacious meadows...

Birch trunks are straighter and slimmer...

And an arc more colorful than the rainbow...

I dream about the house where I grew up,
Where she boldly smiled at the sun.
There, under the window, lilacs were blooming
And I bathed in her flowers.
Lilac, lilac, a forgotten smell!
I was stupefied, my head was spinning,
And in the meadow, in the fragrant herbs,
You gave me lilacs then.
The lilac has grown old and dried up...
Many years have passed since then!
But I remember with a sigh
That bouquet is magnificent.
But the house remained, decayed,
Yes, that bench where with you
To the roosters, to the third, the singers,
We all dreamed under the moon.
Spring will come and I will come
To my house, where there are lilacs under the window
Sprouted new shoots
And the shadow in the window all day long.
Lilac, lilac, forgotten smell,
Stupefying, dizzy,
But you and I in fragrant herbs,
No more wandering around together!

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Everything changed with this life abroad.

And I want to go home and get a drink from the fast river.
But the problem is, I can’t find the way...
Go through Europe. Is this a lot or a little?
I wish I could walk barefoot, without stopping, without longing!
Yes, I want to go home, to where my mother is...
There, where the home is, where the nightingales whisper...
Everything has changed with this life abroad!
Everything here is not to your liking, but only to your liking!
But I only dream: to go out into a clean field,
And shout about how much I love my Motherland!

Every person is aware of his blood ties and spiritual kinship with the Fatherland.

A civilized people has a great dignity - love for the Motherland. – Napoleon Bonaparte

Connection with the homeland in the mind of a citizen is a feeling for living native land and the people inhabiting it in general and specific terms. – A. A. Blok

The Fatherland and Motherland are the land where the soul languishes and suffers. – Voltaire

In the family unit, love for the Motherland arises. – F. Bacon

Two feelings that bother us. In them the body finds a soul. Love for home. Craving for paternal penates. – Pushkin A.S.

A true homeland can provide unlimited freedom and obligatory duty. – T. Jefferson

The wound inflicted on the homeland is felt by the entire state and each of its individual citizens. – V. Hugo

At the word “Fatherland,” the timid become brave, rejecting death and disease. –Lukain

Rodina is a specific person with whom I feel comfortable having a conversation. I. Goethe

A son cannot look calmly at the troubles of his dear mother; a person worthy of his father will not turn his back to the Fatherland - N. A. Nekrasov

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Anyone who does not love his country cannot love anything. – Byron D.

Anyone who does not consider himself connected with his fatherland has nothing connected with humanity. – Belinsky V. G.

It is gratifying and honorable to die for the fatherland. – Horace

The love of the sons of Russia strengthens the fatherland in spirit and hand; Everyone wants to shed all their blood, the sound of the menacing invigorates them. – M.V. Lomonosov

A true man and a son of the Fatherland are one and the same... He is truly noble, whose heart cannot help but tremble with tender joy at the single name of the Fatherland... - A.N. Radishchev

Patriotism in the national sense is the same as egoism in the individual sense; both, in essence, flow from the same source and bring similar benefits and similar disasters. Respect for your society is a reflection of respect for yourself. – Spencer G.

The smoke of the fatherland is so sweet to us and we love it! - Griboyedov A.

You cannot be a hero while fighting against your fatherland. – Hugo V.

There is nothing worse than wandering in foreign lands. – Homer

It is better to die far from your homeland than to live without a homeland in your soul. – V. Delaunay

Defense of the Motherland is defense of one’s dignity. – N. Roerich

The good news about our side is sweet to us: The Fatherland and the smoke are sweet to us. – Derzhavin G.R.

In places where there are no free rights, there is no homeland of the region. – L. Becherel

Russia - Sphinx. Rejoicing and mourning, And shedding black blood, She looks, looks, looks at you, And with hatred and with love!.. - Blok A.A.

Rulers should not blame people for lack of patriotism, but do everything in their power to make them become patriots. – T. Macaulay

I fell in love with you, my uncomplaining country! And for what - I can’t understand. Your manifestations with the arrival of the spring-blooming season are joyful to me. – Yesenin S.

Love for the fatherland is compatible with love for the whole world. The people, acquiring the light of knowledge, do not cause harm to their neighbors. On the contrary, the more enlightened states are, the more ideas they communicate to each other and the more the power and activity of the universal mind increases. – Helvetius K.

There is no higher idea how to donate own life, defending his brothers and his fatherland, or even simply defending the interests of his fatherland... - F.M. Dostoevsky

We adore our homeland not because it is huge in size, but because it is close to us. – Seneca

In order to destroy an entire homeland, even one scoundrel may be enough: there are multiple historical examples, confirming death. – Napoleon I

The homeland is where you feel freedom. – Abul-Faraj

While we are burning with freedom, while our hearts are alive for honor, my friend, let us devote our souls to the fatherland beautiful impulses! – A.S. Pushkin

The best purpose is to defend your fatherland. – Derzhavin G.R.

They love their homeland not because it is great, but because it is their own. – Seneca

The smoke of the fatherland is sweet. – Homer

Sacrificing your life for your homeland is a happy destiny: He who dies with valor is immortal forever. – Corneille P.

Patriotism, no matter who it is, is proven not by word, but by deed. – Belinsky V. G.

As soon as you get to a foreign land, you will begin to claim that here we have roasted pigs walking around. – Petronius

I am fully convinced that not a single people in the world is endowed with any ability preferentially over others... - G. Lessing

The good news about our side is dear to us: the fatherland and the smoke are sweet and pleasant to us. – G.R. Derzhavin

For a person to be completely happy, it is necessary to have a glorious fatherland. – Simonides of Keos

What is more humanly beautiful, purer than the holy struggle for the homeland? – F. Schiller

The sun does not warm in a foreign land. – T.G. Shevchenko

The historical significance of every Russian great man is measured by his services to his homeland, his human dignity by the strength of his patriotism... - N.G. Chernyshevsky

The best way to instill in children love for the fatherland is for their fathers to have this love.

But even then, When the enmity of tribes passes throughout the entire planet, Lies and sadness disappear, - I will sing with all my being in the poet The sixth part of the earth With the name Brief Rus'. – Yesenin S. A.

To betray the homeland requires extreme baseness of soul. – Chernyshevsky N. G.

A good name belongs to everyone honest man, but I concluded good name in the glory of my Fatherland, and all my deeds tended towards its prosperity. Self-love, often a submissive cover of fleeting passions, has never controlled my actions. I forgot myself where I should have been thinking about the common good. My life was a harsh school, but my innocent morals and natural generosity made my labors easier: my feelings were free, and I myself was firm. – Suvorov A.V.

A patriot is a person serving his homeland, and the homeland is, first of all, the people. – Chernyshevsky N. G.

While we are burning with freedom, While our hearts are alive for honor, My friend, let us dedicate our Souls to beautiful impulses to the fatherland! – Pushkin A.S.

And the month will float and float, Dropping oars across the lakes, And Rus' will still live the same, dancing and crying at the fence. – Yesenin S. A.

For us, Russians with a soul, one Russia is original, one Russia truly exists; everything else is only an attitude towards it, a thought, Providence. We can think and dream in Germany, France, Italy, but we can only do business in Russia. – Karamzin N.M.

You can’t understand Russia with your mind, you can’t measure it with a common yardstick: It has become something special - You can only believe in Russia. – Tyutchev F.I.

To betray your country, you must have an extremely low moral spirit. – Chernyshevsky N.

You must devote your life to your fatherland if you want to be forever fair man. – D.I. Fonvizin

It is permissible, I think, for every true Russian, who sincerely loves his Fatherland, at this decisive hour to be slightly annoyed with those who, through their influence, direct or indirect, pushed into a disastrous war, who did not take into account his moral and material resources and accepted their theories as true the country's politics, their unfinished research - for a genuine national feeling, who, finally, prematurely singing the victory anthems, misled public opinion, when it is not too late to stop on the slippery path along which frivolity or mediocrity has carried the country. It is permissible, I think, in the face of our misfortunes not to share the aspirations of unbridled patriotism, which has led the country to the edge of the abyss, which is thinking of getting out, persisting in its illusions, not wanting to recognize the desperate situation it has created. – Chaadaev P. Ya.

The best way to instill in children love for the fatherland is for their fathers to have this love. – C. Montesquieu

Find where your roots are and don't fuss about other worlds. – Toro G.

Our parents, dear children, loved ones, relatives are dear to us; but all ideas about love for something are united in one word, fatherland. What honest man would hesitate to die for her, if he could benefit her by doing so? – Cicero

In a full and healthy nature, the fate of the homeland lies heavily on the heart... every noble person is deeply aware of his blood relationship, his blood ties with the fatherland. – V.G. Belinsky

The smoke of the fatherland is sweet. – Homer

Without true love for humanity there is no true love for the motherland... - A. France

Two feelings are wonderfully close to us - In them the heart finds food: Love for the native ashes, Love for the tombs of our fathers. – Pushkin A.S.

But I love you, gentle motherland! And I can’t figure out why. Your short joy is merry With a loud song in the spring in the meadow. – Yesenin S. A.

But who will sleep alone in his corner when great things are happening in his homeland? – F. Schiller

Patriotism is one of the deepest feelings, consolidated by centuries and millennia of isolated fatherlands. – Lenin

I, of course, hate many things in my father’s places - but I am very sad if a stranger also shares these feelings with me. – A. Pushkin

Moscow, how immeasurably much is contained in this word. So, uniting Russian souls, as if it calls for something in the hearts of people! – Pushkin A.S.

A statesman, more than other fellow citizens, must be animated, motivated and guided by love for the Fatherland. He must live by love for the Fatherland, pour it into his subordinates and be an example in it to the entire state. – Derzhavin G.R.

If the holy army shouts: Throw away Rus', live in paradise!, I will say: No paradise, Give me my homeland. – Yesenin S. A.

The most courageous thing is to defend your country. - Derzhavin G.

There are no small nations in the world... The greatness of a people is not at all measured by its numbers, just as the greatness of a person is not measured by its height. – V. Hugo

Loving feelings for one’s homeland give rise to civilized qualities in a person. - Napoleon.

Many people tend to confuse two concepts: Fatherland and Your Excellency. – M. Saltykov-Shchedrin

The best way to instill in children love for the fatherland is for their fathers to have this love. – Montesquieu