The composition written by Zaitsev Dmitri Form 9A school 37 Vladimir                                     «I love my birthplace»

It’s winter now. Winter is the coldest season of the year but is the most beautiful for me. Winter is the most suitable time for memories about me and my beloved birthplace. I have many memories and I would like to share them with you.

I am the inhabitant of an ordinary small town situated in the territory of Russia that is of no difference from other Russian towns. My native town is called Vladimir and I have many stories related to it. This town has brought me up as a father and has given me the things that no mother can give. This town has taught me the way of life and showed me that there is no place for a weak man in this world.

I like to ride a bicycle around the town and know every single corner there. But my most favourite place was and is a bank of the river that is not as beautiful as the Yenisei but is the dearest and the most beloved by me. This river is called the Klyazma. It flows through my native small town, and goes farther on the territory of Vladimir region. In some places the Klyazma even borders our region from the others. There are many stories which me about this small river. I observed the beautiful scenery of Vladimir from the bank of the Klyazma and enjoyed the magnificence of the sunset. Unfortunately, winters in Russia are very long and next time I will manage to go to the bank of my native small river only in the summer.

The nature of my birthplace in each season is beautiful in its own way. In the beginning of spring snow starts to thaw, streams murmur, the trees are in full bud, birds come from far-away countries. The nature wakes up from a winter sleep. In the middle of spring it becomes warmer, everything around turns green, flowers start to bloom. The long-awaited summer comes after a while. In summer the nature awards us with berries, fruit and vegetables. You can enjoy the bright colours of the nature while sitting on the bank of the river and looking at the blinks of the sun in the water. It is great to run barefooted on a summer gentle grass and walk under a warm summer rain. After summer there comes autumn. In autumn the rain spills on the earth knocking on the window, the forest seems to be covered with a yellow flame because of the yellow leaves of aspen and birch and green spots of pines and fur-trees. In autumn you can admire falling leaves sitting in an avenue of park "Druzhba" and walking around the park with the leaves rustling underfoot. Then the snow-white winter comes. It is great to sit in the park and look at the white snowflakes covering the paths, trees and bushes. And in a short time the earth is covered with a pure white carpet of snow. Winter makes us to await a miracle ahead of the New Years Eve. So the nature of my native land is splendid all year round.

I have a place that is as important for me as my native town. It is a small cozy house of my grandmother in the countryside.  I can’t help admiring it because here I got such qualities as courage and persistence. When I get there I feel as if I transfer to another world. Everything changes and the time slows down. There you can hear the bug or a worm moving in the grass, the loud sounds of the gnat.  The sounds of nature make you completely relaxed. In the evening it is possible to sit on a soft sofa and observe an indescribably beautiful sunset. At the same time you can see how the night flowers are opening and night inhabitants wake up. After a sunset I like to ride a bicycle along small streets that seem to be endless in the twilight. At one of such trips I got into lowland and saw an indescribable show. The fog was slowly covering the earth inch by inch. And when I wanted to get into the fog it suddenly disappeared and then appeared again. I believe that when you manage to see all of the beautiful view of the nature at once you are the happiest man in the whole world.

My birthplace is my treasure and I am proud of it.