My village is small, compared to the city, but very picturesque. Call it (название села). A quiet river flows through the village, which is overgrown with a comic. There are local geese bathed there, and cows graze on the shore. And then there is a piece of pristine steppe, hills and slopes. In the spring it is all florid, and in the summer the wind brings to the village the fragrant aromas of steppe herbs. Levels of green fields encounter the steppe. Here, the agricultural company and farmers grow wheat, water melons and melons, and even vegetables. To the east of the village is a small and shallow pond. It has an artificial origin. He was dug some seventy years ago. It is here that the peasants go fishing and swim, because in the river itself there are mud, comic and frogs. Our village is civilized. There are many streets in it, there are even so-called "edges". For example, that part of the village, located by the river, is called "Zhabivka". We have a gas pipeline, shops, a high school, kindergartens, a house of culture. There is also a church in the village, which is why the village from time immemorial is called a village, and not a farm. We can be reached from the district center by bus, which runs three times a day. Most peasants live in farmsteads. They plant large gardens and collect apples, cherries, cherries and pears in their own gardens. However, in the village there are even several two-story apartment houses. When I become an adult, I will definitely spend some time in the city. And then I will return to my native village, because it is better to live in nature.