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How beautiful is my favorite city! The town where I was born and raised. At any time he opens his arms and lets her secrets in the green lanes that lead to hidden from the eyes of ancient castles of long-forgotten trails. One of these castles standing on the bank of the river, scaring his formidable single travelers, and cold air. It is said that ghosts live in it, the spirits of those who once lived in its gray walls. Many believe that this tale, the works have been brought up with legends to scare the tourists.

But most astonishingly wonderful and sumptuous splendor of the gardens of my grand park of the city. Their originality and unique location. Alley gone into the depth of green space where hiding in the cozy corners of the benches overlooking the river pier or the local church.

One favorite place in town is the centuries-old oak tree that is home to squirrels, and they also get into writing about my town. They are accustomed to take a rusty nuts straight from the hand that is always happy and uplifting. Imagine that little paws with sharp claws on the palm are gently and quickly grab a piece of nut and Sand disappear in the nearest branch. At this point, you realize that merge with nature, and so I want to say the famous words of squirrel boy named Mowgli, "we're the same blood."

At the heart of the city is a large area with a magnificent arcade of the fountains and sculptures. On weekdays there quietly and nemnogolyudnom, but on holidays or weekends you can see the whole series of artists and craftsmen potters who offer to buy their work. On such days, the central part of the city turns into a huge exhibition hall, a true paradise for lovers of art.

The main value of my city - a library. There are hidden treasures of world heritage. After all, every nation has its secrets and mysteries, and they have always been the guardians of the book. Many wise sayings have survived of the manuscripts and became a worldwide heritage by ancient scribes. Library building itself is striking for its beauty, because its people have built several centuries ago, decorated with sculptures, the heroes of myth and legend.

And finally works on my city, I want to say ...

I am glad convenient transportation, perfectly fitting its asphalt paths between green space and homes, of which I live and I do. The quiet streets are interwoven with the main streets, forming a maze, which have not tired to walk, napityvayas energy of the city.

When I grow up I will become the mayor of the city, to make it even better, more beautiful and cleaner. Because the city does not make buildings and parks, the city we are doing, praising his own deeds and actions.

Как прекрасен мой любимый город! Город, где я родился и вырос. В любое время он открывает руки и пускает свои секреты на зеленые дорожки, которые ведут к скрытым от глаз древним замкам давно забытым тропам. Один из таких замков стоит на берегу реки, пугая своих грозных одиноких путешественников и холодным воздухом. Говорят, что в нем живут призраки, духи тех, кто когда-то жил в его серых стенах. Многие считают, что эта сказка, работы были воспитаны легендами, чтобы напугать туристов.

Но самое удивительное и роскошное великолепие садов моего грандиозного парка города. Их оригинальность и уникальное расположение. Аллея ушла вглубь зеленого пространства, где прячутся в уютных уголках скамейки с видом на речной причал или местную церковь.

Одно из любимых мест в городе-многовековое дубовое дерево, в котором живут белки, и они также пишут о моем городе. Они привыкли брать ржавые орехи прямо из рук

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спасибо большое!