I have got a friend. His name is Peter. He is 8 (eight). He lives in Moscow and goes to school. Peter is a good pupil. He likes to read, to write and to learn. Peter has got a family. His father's name is Vova and he is a doctor. His mother's name is Irina and she is a housewife. Peter has got a sister. She is only three. She doesn't go to school. She plays with her toys. Peter has got a dog. His name is Rex. He is 2 years old. The dog is nice and funny. Peter loves his pet. Peter and I like sports. We play football, hopscotch and tag together. We go for a walk together, too. I help Peter to do his homework and he helps me. I like to spend time with Peter. We are very good friends.
The homeland is Russia, but each of us has a place where he was born where all it seems special, fine and native. Anything on the earth can't be closer, lovelier, than the small Homeland. At one is a big city, at others - the small village, but all people love it equally. We grow, we mature, but here we will never forget the small Homeland. Each person has to love the small Homeland, know its history, remarkable people who were born here and grew. For me my small Homeland is the small settlement - Nikitinsky where I live here 3 years where passes my childhood. Our settlement is a small, cozy corner where is the much fine. Here all conditions for quiet and carefree life, far from vanity and problems of the city are created. Here people can have a rest and good time
