Once our class teacher decided to give us an excursion to our state museum of local lore, located in the very center of our city. My classmate friends and I thought it would be very boring, but when we got there, we were pleasantly surprised how beautiful it was.
The tour guide was a pretty young woman with a beautiful voice. She told a lot of interesting events and facts from the past life of our ancestors.
The museum had several rooms, each of which contained paintings, chairs, tables, clothes from different periods of time in our history. I really liked the ancient weapons and daggers, which were decorated with ancient stones. In the museum, all the exhibits are conveniently arranged, each has a nameplate, and some even have their own history.
After the guide took us through all the halls and told us everything he wanted about the museum, we were allowed to wander around it on our own. I could very closely see the ancient tools of labor, knightly armor, clay jugs, stuffed birds and animals. All these expositions seemed to be alive, it just seemed that time had stopped a little.
A trip to the museum left in my head an indelible pleasant impression of my past life. This excursion sparked my interest in history. For a while, I even wanted to become a historian or archaeologist.
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