I ncredible nature of Makeyevka

Native Land. It gives us wings for flight, lights every

our step. It is impossible to choose Native Land. It can be only loved or treated indifferently . Unfortunately some people don’t have the sense of patriotism and feeling of pride. Is it possible to develop this sense?

For example, poets make poems about their beloved city, composers

write music, artists paint pictures, glorifying the city in this way leaving the memory of it for many years.

in his heart because the best memories are connected with

that. No matter how old a person is, he always remembers some moments of his childhood, and together with them and the places where they happened in his favourite city. Moreover, this city is not necessarily to be the capital, the city-millionaire. It can be a quiet, deserted town, and at the same time the dearest one, as it involves a lot of pleasant experiences.

the main landmarks of my city – The Centre of

Youth Creativity because it means a lot for most inhabitants of my town. Probably there is no such a person in the city who would not once drop in here. Here, children are engaged in various activities: dancing, drawing, learning foreign languages, modeling, singing, and many others. Various concerts and performances are regularly held here.

special place in my city is Makeyevka Metallurgical Plant, one

of the oldest in the region. It has been historically established that coal mining and metallurgy are the basic branches of industry in Makeyevka.

мы на свободу
Отрешившись от мира систем
Из которых в одну паутину
Нами

правит привычная связь,
Каждый день превращая в рутину
Затянулась и крепко сплелась.
И в метро запах свежей газеты
Мы вдыхаем и жадно глядим,
На бумаге все ищем ответы
На вопросы - чего мы хотим?
Нами вновь управляет привычность...
Видим жизнь через свой монитор...
В серой массе - теряется личность
Словно в душу стреляя в упор.
Мы всегда говорим до свиданья,
Даже, если уйдем насовсем.
Растворяется наше сознанье
В суматохе житейских проблем.

because of the daily routine. They think that Makeyevka is

grey, that there is nothing attractive in this industrial town. However, this is not the case.

with its beauty.
Autumn is the most romantic and touching

season of a year. Nature seems to slow down preparing to cold winter. When we walk in the park, we find ourselves like in a golden kingdom. Leaves in the trees are painted in numerous shades of yellow, brown, orange and crimson. Even the lightest wind takes them into a wonderful dance of defoliation. In the morning you can enjoy rustle of leaves on lanes in the parks of our city .

feather hats, snow glitters. It is magic time where you

can find yourself in charming fairytale due to the snow on the trees and buildings.

very pleasant to watch how nature awakens from the winter

sleep. How powerful and gentle those first sprouts are. The triumph of life takes place in blooming and blossoming. Returning birds and animals are busy with offspring are joining this symphony. Yes, springs is totally filled with life.

be seen in the streets, and the laughter of kids

is constantly heard. Summer is a beautiful season with long sunny days and short warm nights. The weather is mostly fine and the clear blue sky is above our heads. The trees are green and fresh grass grows everywhere. А great variety of brightly coloured odorous summer flowers all around feasts our eyes.

was born and have been studying, I have got a

lot of friends. With Makeyevka I connect a lot of memories, because I've known it for almost eighteen years. There is just a feeling that I can not put it into words, but can only draw an analogy with the love of parents. After all, we do not like them for something, but simply for what they are.

навсегда –
Бывают больше города.
Но чтоб милее – никогда!
А потому

– будь стар,
Будь молод,
Любя наследственный свой город,
Ты будешь счастлив
Вместе с ним!
На том стояли и стоим.

Евгений Кузьмичев