My Motherland

Homeland… Native land… How beautiful, kind words to say about it. Native land devoted surprisingly gentle, soulful string of famous poets, intimate songs sung by her majesty, brush painters on canvases captured extraordinary beauty. I am sure that in the heart of each person, adult or another young lives love for the land where he was born and grew up, where said first words heard gentle lullabies my mother, felt the warmth of her hands. All the and expensive due precisely to the Motherland: family and friends, around you since childhood, friends who do not want to live, their dreams and plans for the implementation of which you need to learn and achieve more and more success. This tender love, a sense of genuine affection for all things, and is expressed in the word homeland. In my native land, everything seems more beautiful, clean. It is native nature gives us the feeling of light, allows smell fields, forests clear rivers spill admire, enjoy the unique blue celestial distances. And the sun is at home most vivid and most dazzling winter snow and summer rain is the warmest.