MY CITY.

I was asked to talk about our town. I thougth for long time what point to start from. I was born here. Here is my mother land. We cant choose motherland jast like we can’t choose our parents. As you know I have to many towns in Russia, Belorussia and Ukrane. And I swear, if I could choose, I would choose my dear and beloved Sosnoviy Bor. As you can understand our town is calld this way for some reasons: we have pine trees eveywere. We live in the kingldom of emerland pinetrees.

I love walkind around town. The streets wide the hous are high lited. And lilakes blossum in the spring. We are rich with it. Smell! It seems that somebody poured parfume all over the town. I don’t like it, but mom says that I dont understand at all.

Green grass is on lawns and the dendy lions smile. Bright and funny. Butterflyes fly, Birds sing. We can ran. In center of town we have park. It is name is “White sand”. To tell the trueth it is big crater. People say that a meteorit fell down. Ther a long time ago. I haven’t seen it too nether mom and euen grand mother. Since that time even grass doesent grow here. Just a hole in the white- white sand. Sand there is very strange, they say quartz. During winter people ski and snowboard, during summer thay get a tan.

A treasure of our town is children fairy-tale town “Andersongrad” It is named in honer of Anderson. There is a monument of hin there. It is metal, I smelldt. Children hollydays take place here wery often. Party these partres people shoot from real cannons. This children towns is wounderfull: cobbled streets tiled looft. There is a tower with clock. Local Big Ben J A small mermaid sit near the water (whidihas a small waterpoop with a fountaln). Shi is so sad probably ahe waiting for a prince. But he is not here only dolphins are around. Sometimes I came here to comfort her.

We are lucky when it cames to nature. There is a lake. Oh, the territory of a town. A forest pathway leads to it. Mom and I pick mushrooms around this parthwax during the summer. We are not taken into the forest, mom says that we can bring all the firewood in our paws. The lake is rownd, alond the bank there is a small parthway with pinethrees an both sides. Pinetrees are slim a night and thay strive to sky. It is very nice here in summer (Pinetrees wisper sometring high above as a bilete wripptes the wripples the water, while currly the groune float in sky). I can sit and think about my dogs doings.

Our best sight is the gulf : It is so huge, I can see the other side. Galya says that Finland, is on other side. So is called the Finnish gulf. The gulf is the nice gurt at any time  at the year. In the spring, when all the ice melts, water play enjoys itself becouse of its fleedon. In oun town, when sky is gray, the bay is metal colorid and sand is washed till white with outomine storms. In the winter, wind and frost make snow hard and it seems that wawes are playond on the snowdritts. In summer – it is a song.

We come to the cost at evening and watch the sunset. We have white nights and the sun going down neally late. The Rown Bright – red sun slowly goes down to the border of the sea an till it touches the water. And the waves lick it untill sun dissupears the sky turhs gray, gets colder and even the air gett borred. Only waves bring us memores of the day. That just left gone. How can’t you love our town? Do you like it? Come here!