On foot

I won't forget that day when arrived to this country. Or we will tell, I came back. After departure of our family to Kazakhstan, you there happened only on summer vacations. And after mine approximately calculation, in the capital I wasn't about 8 years. Mine reminiscence are vague, after all when we left, I am 6 years old. And that day when I, having overcome the sandy desert, and having passed along the Lake Caspian Sea, and with fear crossing the border, I after all saw this marble city. Inhabitants of this country call such. because of that that all building grows old on white marble, creating patterns. certainly, they can be seen only from bird's flight. But on the same day, I hurried to see the teacher. yes, the teacher from kindergarten. It was to my purposes of visit and an occasion to return to this country. Unfortunately, it didn't appear on a place. After all then there was a summer and it was on holiday. Though mother, thought that she died. When I left the country it was mature age. After several days of wanderings on foot, under the burning
the sun, I stayed places where passed my childhood. Now I am again ready
will return grieving and at last to see Natalya Mironovna.
I know only one, I probably can't love people, events, circumstance. But it is exact
I love the cities. I presented to this city the heart and the childhood. And to the city where I now live, I too presented heart and the youth.