Love and reverence for one's country begins with a person's place of residence. For me personally, this is my favorite city where I live.
Imagine a small cozy town with amazingly beautiful green in spring and summer, golden and crimson-red in autumn, snow-covered trees and shrubs in winter. Straight streets seem to go beyond the horizon. A majestic river flows nearby, and from its water expanses the city resembles a beautiful stone flower grown on the shore. It is beautiful all year round, but especially good in spring, when chestnuts bloom with white candles, fruit trees are drowned in boiling flowers, tulip glades are spread out with colorful carpets.
He is still very young my city. He is only half a century old, which is a short time on a historical scale. But he lived and lives a full-blooded life. I like that in the morning it is filled not only with the noise of cars and adults rushing to work, but also with children's voices. If there are children in the city, then surely the future is provided for him. By the way, you know what they call it. A child-friendly city. This is reported right at the entrance.
My town is good for life. There is a music and art school, a Palace of Culture and Creativity, several preschool and educational institutions of different levels, a museum of local lore, libraries, an exhibition hall, a beautiful, albeit relatively recently erected cathedral. Perhaps the most valuable thing is that, unlike megacities, a child is not afraid to let go alone. However, it is estimated by many much later. Young people, leaving for big cities, then yearn for the calm and peaceful atmosphere of a compactly located town.
