The city where I live

When you say “ my native town” you think of a place in our planet which is either connected with your birth or a memorable event on your childhood. You usually remember your friends or your first love. But I think that a city can be truly consider yours, if it has left a long-lasting impression your soul. Every tiny part of your heart is connected with your town and you do not regret that there has remained an important part of your soul. Many people spend their entire life in the same place, go along the same streets, see familiar buildings, city views, communicate with the same people without thinking how strongly accustomed they have become to their city, how close they are. Cities can trace the fate of its people, silently observe and keep in the memory different events. I believe that every city is a living system, a complete organism in which various processes occur and above all the citizens are an integral part of this complex system. Each city like a person has its own history, its own individual character, its foundation and traditions. There are cities where people can carry out their dreams and aspirations. People aspire to these cities, hoping to find themselves to determine their appointment and change lives for the better. It often happens that the city welcomes guests who soon become relatives. But sometimes it happens quite differently, a city, especially a large one doesn’t accept strangers doesn’t give a chance and an opportunity to realize yourself. Astana is the city where I spent the first part of my life. There are many people and places that are close to me, there are my friends, my first failures and successes, the first experiences of my life. Astana is my little mother land, a peaceful corner, where I can hide from any adversity and trouble. It is so nice to think that in the huge world you have a