Donetsk is one of the most impressive cities. I was born in it, I grew up, I went to one of the schools, I experienced daily thousands of different emotions: from the joy of a new dawn to a little sadness from the next sunset. Is it worth saying that I love my city ?! Here lives my mother, grandmother, and my closest friends — all loving hearts. It is known that our home is a place where people always wait, remember and believe in us. Donetsk is my foundation, support, core and root.
Donetsk is an industrial center, noisy and fussy, there are many factories, mines and mines in which coal is mined. And he grew out of a small factory village Yuzovka, founded in 1869. It received its name from the beautiful, wide and majestic North Donets River, on the banks of which the Svyaty Gory national park stretches.
How good is our city in the spring! Gentle green leaves, soft young grass on the lawns make it young, bright and somehow brilliant. The sun floods clean wide streets, is reflected in multi-colored shop windows, sparkles in the windows of slender high-rise buildings and fountains. It is especially beautiful and dressed up on the eve of holidays, when houses and streets are decorated with lanterns, flags and signs, and concerts are held on the main square. Most likely, someone will say: "An ordinary city, what a lot." And I will answer: "No, he is the best, my hometown."
