Kharkov, I love you! Love love! For what? I do not know… Probably for what you are. It’s so good – what you are. With my parents, I traveled half of Ukraine. I liked Kiev, Lviv, Dnepropetrovsk… And I just love you. After all, you are my hometown! How can a man have two native cities? Or three? No. He can only be one. And for me it’s you. What are you saying? Are you not perfect? And who is ideal? What is ideal? And what’s the difference, are you perfect or not? You’re just my city.
My friend, who recently returned from Moscow, buzzed my ears about the beauty of the Arbat, Red Square and similar sights of the Russian capital. Do not take offense at her. After all, the fact that she admires the other city does not mean that she does not love
Kharkov is mine, dear and good! I love you. I love your parks, gardens, gardens, avenues, squares, theaters, museums, schools, shops, cafes, clubs… In all, I love you. Let not you be the richest and happiest city on earth, even if you have flaws, but you are my native city, which means that I am the best!