What is the meaning of the excerpt from E.I. Nosov s story Maslaya Rodina ? What is the key word of Russian culture

What is the meaning of the excerpt from E.I. Nosov's story "Maslaya Rodina"? What is the key word of Russian culture used in the text? Write the tasks after the text. (1) They write: small homeland... (2) What is it? (3) Where are its borders? (4) From where to where does it stretch? (5) In my opinion, a small homeland is the frame of our childhood. (6) In other words, what a boy's eye can embrace. (7) And what a pure, open soul wants to contain. (8) Where did this soul marvel, rejoice and exult at the rush of enthusiasm for the first time? (9) And where did it first get upset, angry or experience its first shock? (10) A quiet village street, a narrow shop smelling of gingerbread and leather shoes, a machine yard beyond the outskirts, where it is tempting to sneak in, secretly sit in the cab of a still-warm tractor, touch the levers and buttons, blissfully sigh at the smell of a hardworking engine; the misty mystery of a collective farm orchard descending under the hill, in the twilight of which a wooden clapper warns, a rusty, burdock-haired dog rattles heavily with a chain. (11) Behind the orchard are the zigzagged trenches of the old, almost erased, overgrown with thorn and hazel, which, however, still make you hush, speak in a whisper... (12)And suddenly, returning to the former, noisily, rushing to the beckoning expanse of a meadow with gleaming lakes and half-overgrown old women, where, undressing naked and stirring the water, you can catch carp with leeches and minnows in this black jelly of muddy water. (13) And finally, a winding, elusive stream, not tolerating open spaces and trying to slip away into thickets, into a crooked and tangled confusion. (14) And if you don't mind your shirt and pants, you can make your way to the old mill with a long-broken dam and a collapsed roof, where through the dilapidated bridges and empty openings the free cypress beats boisterously. (15) It is not customary to speak loudly here either: there is a rumour that even now the mill water spirit is found in the whirlpool, old, shabby, and that someone has heard it creaking and puffing in the bushes, trying to push the already unnecessary millstones into the whirlpool. (16) How can you not get there and not look, afraid and looking around, if that stone is lying there or not...(17) Across the river is the neighbouring village, and it is not customary to wander across the river: this is already a different, border world. (18) There live their own swirling frames, better not to catch the eye of each of them... (19) That is, in fact, the entire boyish universe. (20) But even that small dwelling is enough to run around, open and impress until the sun sets, to the point where the scorched by the sun and wind wild young head begins to sag helplessly over dinner, and the mother picks up and carries the scratched, reed and pennyroyal-smelling, detached, relaxed creature to bed, as a sister of mercy carries a fallen soldier from the battlefield. (21) And he sees a dream, as if he climbs the highest tree, with a dying heart reaches the top branches, dangerously and frighteningly swaying in the wind, to see: what is there further, where he has not been yet? (22) And suddenly something snaps, and he tumbles down with a stopped breath. (23) But, as happens only in dreams, at the very last moment