My Motherland – Ukraine
I was born on the land of Ukraine, I live in Ukraine and I hope, I will die here. There are people I love. Then my family, my friends, the graves of my loved ones. Ukraine is my Motherland. And I love her, bad or good, poor or rich. Let not quite smoothly, she has business, but she’s on my own, there’s no other such country. Also will not be.
Someone will say: “Well, yes, now it is fashionable to admit love to all of Ukraine as a whole.” And I will not confess to anyone. Frankly, I do not like much: most of our variety and modern books, arrogance of Ukrainian nationalists, ready to share everything in the world with “our” and “not ours.” And in general I think that it is foolish to consider, for example, Ukrainian daisies are better than Russian ones. I do not care who of the people around me are Ukrainian, and who does not. After all, we live in the same country, we walk on the same land, we take pleasure in the ice cream factory
I really want to see Italy and France. I want to go to Australia and to America. I dream to visit Brazil, Canada and New Zealand. I would love to travel, I do not like to sit still. Perhaps somewhere I would be delayed, somewhere not. But I am sure that from any country in the world, however good it may be, I would return home, to my Ukraine. Here they are waiting for me. Here is my whole life. I do not need another Motherland.