Переведите на это мини-сочинение. а. м. василевский для нас герой г. кинешма– пример служения родине.в юности он жил в нашем городе, учился в духовном училище, ходил по этим улочкам. александр михайлович неоднократно посещал наш город в зените славы, переписывался с учениками школ. маршал василевский остался в как один из крупнейших стратегов и полководцев великой отечественной и второй мировой войны в целом. «я счастлив и горд, – писал он в мемуарах, – что в труднейшую для родины годину мог принять посильное участие в борьбе наших доблестных вооруженных сил и вместе с ними пережил горечь наших неудач и радость победы». признанием заслуг маршала стали многие государственные награды, две золотые звезды героя советского союза и два высших полководческих ордена «победа». мы, ученики гимназии № 3 бережно храним письма, фотографии и авторский экземпляр книги а. м. василевского «дело всей жизни», которые были подарены музею школы в 70-е годы.

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A. M. Vasilevsky hero for us Kineshma– an example of serving the Motherland.In his youth he lived in our city, he studied at the theology school, was walking around the streets. Alexander Mikhailovich repeatedly visited our city at the Zenith of fame, corresponded with the pupils. Marshal Vasilevsky remained in the history as one of the greatest strategists and commanders of the great Patriotic and the Second world war in General. "I am happy and proud, he wrote in his memoirs,' that in difficult times for the country could participate in the struggle of our valiant Armed Forces and together with them experienced the bitterness of our failures and the joy of victory". Recognition of services of the Marshal are many state awards, two Gold Stars of Hero of the Soviet Union and two of the highest military order "Victory". We, the students of the gymnasium № 3 carefully preserved letters, photographs and original copy of the book of A. M. Vasilevsky "Business of life" that were donated to the Museum school in the 70-ies.

Life in my city
Probably, each person has his own city, but there are no two
similar cities, as there is no similar people. For some, the city - it is
inner peace, for other favorite streets, roads. many
self-contained city people is limited, barbed ogorozhden
wire alienation and misunderstanding, reluctance to find a common language.
As for me, my city is not particularly limited, I hate border
I do not recognize distances, because there are no barriers to the senses, or they are,
or not. The worst thing - this wall erected by the people with each other;
no walls, the city combined, people become closer friendship
stronger. City holy for every human being - because it keeps him
their hopes, feelings, desires. And if he invites another to his
city, so he trusts and loves, it opens my soul. My
city ​​in this respect is no different from the others. My inner
world distinguishes the constant struggle between good and evil, love and
hatred. I am glad that not a drop of indifference to me, that I
I find a grave sin. This fight does not give me rest, everything in me
lit from this struggle, I do not understand myself. I do not know how, what and
why I respect and some others do not understand. If my city became
a reality, it would be similar to the Terrible, everything is destroyed in me,
constantly restored, collapsing and being built. I do not know how long
it will last, whether end? In my city I live as much
beautiful and ugly people, who embody what I
I feel about what I think. They despise each other and never
calm down, because not making concessions and compromises. I do not understand those
one dominated by one or the other, people are indifferent to one
and too much care about something else - every citizen of my city
It has its own, for which they are responsible and suffer. Envy, lies, hatred,
anger struggling with love, respect, kindness. at
possible, they would have killed each other, and I would have stayed empty. They all
important for me. It is unlikely that any of them will win. This is another
an example of a senseless war, with their victims, killed and and wounded. each death brings me heartache, it is unlikely that I will ever rvasstanus or smirum and even if I would like this a lot of people even more cities are sostavlyaёt world. A world in which peace is impossible

Life in my city
Probably, each person has his own city, but there are no two
similar cities, as there is no similar people. For some, the city - it is
inner peace, for other favorite streets, roads. many
self-contained city people is limited, barbed ogorozhden
wire alienation and misunderstanding, reluctance to find a common language.
As for me, my city is not particularly limited, I hate border
I do not recognize distances, because there are no barriers to the senses, or they are,
or not. The worst thing - this wall erected by the people with each other;
no walls, the city combined, people become closer friendship
stronger. City holy for every human being - because it keeps him
their hopes, feelings, desires. And if he invites another to his
city, so he trusts and loves, it opens my soul. My
city ​​in this respect is no different from the others. My inner
world distinguishes the constant struggle between good and evil, love and
hatred. I am glad that not a drop of indifference to me, that I
I find a grave sin. This fight does not give me rest, everything in me
lit from this struggle, I do not understand myself. I do not know how, what and
why I respect and some others do not understand. If my city became
a reality, it would be similar to the Terrible, everything is destroyed in me,
constantly restored, collapsing and being built. I do not know how long
it will last, whether end? In my city I live as much
beautiful and ugly people, who embody what I
I feel about what I think. They despise each other and never
calm down, because not making concessions and compromises. I do not understand those
one dominated by one or the other, people are indifferent to one
and too much care about something else - every citizen of my city
It has its own, for which they are responsible and suffer. Envy, lies, hatred,
anger struggling with love, respect, kindness. at
possible, they would have killed each other, and I would have stayed empty. They all
important for me. It is unlikely that any of them will win. This is another
an example of a senseless war, with their victims, killed and and wounded. each death brings me heartache, it is unlikely that I will ever rvasstanus or smirum and even if I would like this a lot of people even more cities are sostavlyaёt world. A world in which peace is impossible