My Motherland is ***. Here I was born and made my first steps. From the first days of my life, I was surrounded by the warmth and care of my native people, warmed by the rays of the hot sun. And for me there is no place more beautiful than mine (city, village, village). After all, everything is mine, all the same. Returning home after another separation, I gaze eagerly and joyfully at the windows of the car or car and mentally say: My dear village, you are the most beautiful! Here again you meet me, drowning in the green of the trees. Here I have a lot of friends and acquaintances. We have a wonderful school, good and talented teachers. There is the House of Culture, a new sports hall was recently opened. Two monuments have been erected in the village, and our fellow villagers care about them. On the days of the Great Feasts the whole village gathers at the monuments for a solemn meeting and a festive concert, and the schoolchildren stand in the guard of honor. We have an elevator and
a fur current, where the grain will fall from our fields in autumn. In the steppes grazing cows, sheep and horses. In our village there are many wonderful and helpful people. They willingly help each other in difficult times. The village is multinational. Kazakhs and Russians, Germans and Ukrainians, Tatars and Poles work here shoulder to shoulder. We all live amicably and cheerfully. Probably, therefore, bread, grown by the hands of our fathers, is so delicious. My village is beautiful at any time of the year. In spring, it is buried in flowering gardens. In the summer, the greenery of forests and fields pleases the eye. In the autumn, the boundless fields of golden wheat rustle, generously yielding gardens and orchards. And so happy first frost and fluffy snowball. How wonderful to ski in the winter forest! Now I’m in sixth grade and I dream of going after high school, getting an engineer profession. I want to return to my village and make my village even more beautiful. But there are a lot of cases. … I would like my countrymen to live no worse than the townspeople. Had apartments with private facilities.
Man does not live by bread alone. People should not only work, but also culturally rest, after work to do what they love. My fellow villagers deserve a better fate. Why not build a large complex, which would include the bytkombinat, hairdresser, photography, laundry? We live on earth, she is our nurse. Most of us, after graduation, must remain in the village, acquire an agricultural profession. To this end, in my opinion, it is necessary to revive the school, so that it would be a forge of cadres for the village. 2002 – 2005 were declared years of revival of village and aul. Much has been done, but more needs to be done. And this responsible task will lie on the shoulders of our generation. We must learn, work, build a new, happy life. I love my village and proudly call myself Karaguzhinets!!!
