Твір на тему моя Полтава
- Poltava… Go and gently admire the city… What you are beautiful, my hometown now, in this Golden season of Autumn! Scarlet, silver, замисленої…Quietly leaves circling in the air, like a Golden celestial boats, and in such moments is so easy to think, to breathe, to be written… ‘m Park of Glory — brooding, majestic and elegant, I sit on a bench and is sinking into the past, the distant memory of centuries, centuries, when there was a liberation fighting against the Tatar-Mongol Horde, when was moaning and crying earth during the war with the Swedes, when the blood was shed during the civil war, when waiting for mothers, wives and girls from the front his sons, Sokolov, relatives of men and favorite of the children during the great Patriotic War; when brought from the distant Afghanistan our dear people in «the black tulips»; when the Chernobyl ChNPP claimed the lives of a man, and had seen everything and carried on their shoulders my native Ukraine and my friend Poltava…There’s a lot to remember in the history of our native city, and how beautiful has Poltava in recent years: clean, tidy, modern, full of greenery and flowers, with harmonious уквітчаними flowerbeds is a real European city, the spiritual Treasury of the our Ukraine, they are often visited tourists from different countries, the guests of our city also receive a present of a great impression of our city, which charms you with its tranquility, peace, beauty, tenderness and harmony… Where you look — everywhere is the greatness and the beauty, genuine spiritual delicate beauty that pleases the eye, captivates and inspires writing poems and songs, musical works, real masterpieces of art in General, as paintings and embroidery, glass and clay, wood, wicker…
Полтаво my Полтаво… my lady ясночола! Go now in their hometown and quietly admire you, so beautiful in the autumn moment Golden ideas, a moment of Golden Autumn, and at such moments heart is filled with peace, harmony and peace, and fly away somewhere far, far away all the cares and sorrows, all my thoughts and amounts, the soul wants something true and high, quivering and Sunny, beautiful and sweet as a breath of early spring, as the blue eyes of snowdrops, once blooming red tulips as smells delicate Lily of the valley in a green grove, as the first buds of white, red, pink and yellow roses; the soul is filled with some bright sense of solar sense of joy and happiness, it felt as though my heart in the midst of this gold and beauty and the Autumn came so suddenly, so unheard of and totally Spring came, and with it the light feeling of something solar and tender, as a sense of this, выстраданного and desirable love… Полтаво my, my dear Полтаво! You and the Golden Autumn. Fall and You. Gold, silver and scarlet leaves quietly rests me on his palm, as Tenderness itself, the Joy, as the Sunny smiles… How beautiful, how unique it is and how only! I love you infinitely, my Полтаво, sweetheart my cradle of my childhood and adolescence, my life! Fall and You. You and Autumn… What a charm around, tenderness and what a unique beauty…