My mum says I started to draw before I learnt to walk. I used to draw on any scrap of paper that I could find. I took my elder brother’s pencils or crayons and drew pictures of my favourite toys, animals, my family. My mum and dad liked my pictures very much and told everybody that one day I would be an artist.
When I was about four years old I was given a box of water colours. I think I was expected to produce a masterpiece. But to everybody’s surprise I didn’t like painting. I felt so much more comfortable with pens and pencils.
I still draw a lot. If a lesson is boring, I open my sketchbook and start drawing. I even got into trouble a few times when my teachers caught me drawing instead of listening to them. But I’m not going to give up drawing as long as it helps me to relax and have fun.
I live in the best city in the world. Because he is beautiful, he is native. Here I was born, grew up. Here are my friends, parents. It was in this city that I took the first steps, said the first words, for the first time I saw my own dear person on earth: mother. Every street, every house I know here. In my city, the most beautiful sunsets are, they are bright red, then pale pink, then motley orange. The most charming blossoms. The most blue sky, which is covered with soft snow-white clouds, like cotton candy. The greenest grass that I and my friends used to run barefoot in childhood. The brightest sun that woke my whole life in the mornings, with its warm, gentle rays. If it rains here, it’s not just water from the sky, it’s such a weather that makes you think about the meaning of life, it’s raining on the windowsills of cozy houses and apartments, playing a tune that touches your soul. In my city in the morning everyone is rushing about their business, with a smile on their face, everyone is happy about the new day and, in anticipation of luck, they go and smile at passersby.
There are so many memories associated with my city. Here I heard the school bell for the first time, it was in this city that I knew the world. If I am leaving somewhere, then I miss home, school, local streets, parks, where it was very fun to walk.
I do not know how you can not love the city, which is associated with all your past.
Many complain that they live in a dirty city, where there is no place to walk, where there are many dangerous places, they talk about it with indignation. But they do not think who is to blame. People themselves spoil the environment with their ignorance, their laziness.
They do not want to fix something, organize voluntary groups that will help keep the city clean. People just complain about the shortcomings of the city, but do not want to change anything. Just think about who is to blame for everything. And start correcting your mistakes before it’s too late. And only then the city will begin to flourish and delight all its tenants with their appearance and good ecology.
It doesn't matter if your city is big or small, all that matters is how people live in it. And what is their desire to improve their place of residence. And if you try, then any city can be turned into the most charming, cleanest, most fun city in the world. It is only important to understand this, and to set such a goal.
No matter what they say about my city, for me it is always the best in the world. And I do, and I will do everything possible to make it better and better. And although, I believe that you just need to take care of what you have. And to love your city not for the scale and population, but for the fact that this is your native land. For those pleasant, positive, unforgettable moments that you experienced in this city. For being here, your family. Because you were born here and spent the best years of your life - childhood!
My hobby is drawing
My mum says I started to draw before I learnt to walk. I used to draw on any scrap of paper that I could find. I took my elder brother’s pencils or crayons and drew pictures of my favourite toys, animals, my family. My mum and dad liked my pictures very much and told everybody that one day I would be an artist.
When I was about four years old I was given a box of water colours. I think I was expected to produce a masterpiece. But to everybody’s surprise I didn’t like painting. I felt so much more comfortable with pens and pencils.
I still draw a lot. If a lesson is boring, I open my sketchbook and start drawing. I even got into trouble a few times when my teachers caught me drawing instead of listening to them. But I’m not going to give up drawing as long as it helps me to relax and have fun.
I live in the best city in the world. Because he is beautiful, he is native. Here I was born, grew up. Here are my friends, parents. It was in this city that I took the first steps, said the first words, for the first time I saw my own dear person on earth: mother. Every street, every house I know here. In my city, the most beautiful sunsets are, they are bright red, then pale pink, then motley orange. The most charming blossoms. The most blue sky, which is covered with soft snow-white clouds, like cotton candy. The greenest grass that I and my friends used to run barefoot in childhood. The brightest sun that woke my whole life in the mornings, with its warm, gentle rays. If it rains here, it’s not just water from the sky, it’s such a weather that makes you think about the meaning of life, it’s raining on the windowsills of cozy houses and apartments, playing a tune that touches your soul. In my city in the morning everyone is rushing about their business, with a smile on their face, everyone is happy about the new day and, in anticipation of luck, they go and smile at passersby.
There are so many memories associated with my city. Here I heard the school bell for the first time, it was in this city that I knew the world. If I am leaving somewhere, then I miss home, school, local streets, parks, where it was very fun to walk.
I do not know how you can not love the city, which is associated with all your past.
Many complain that they live in a dirty city, where there is no place to walk, where there are many dangerous places, they talk about it with indignation. But they do not think who is to blame. People themselves spoil the environment with their ignorance, their laziness.
They do not want to fix something, organize voluntary groups that will help keep the city clean. People just complain about the shortcomings of the city, but do not want to change anything. Just think about who is to blame for everything. And start correcting your mistakes before it’s too late. And only then the city will begin to flourish and delight all its tenants with their appearance and good ecology.
It doesn't matter if your city is big or small, all that matters is how people live in it. And what is their desire to improve their place of residence. And if you try, then any city can be turned into the most charming, cleanest, most fun city in the world. It is only important to understand this, and to set such a goal.
No matter what they say about my city, for me it is always the best in the world. And I do, and I will do everything possible to make it better and better. And although, I believe that you just need to take care of what you have. And to love your city not for the scale and population, but for the fact that this is your native land. For those pleasant, positive, unforgettable moments that you experienced in this city. For being here, your family. Because you were born here and spent the best years of your life - childhood!