A small drop of the majestic state my village, there are many such! Have experienced both disaster and glory. It's alive and will live forever! Our village of three hundred and fifty years, there are different versions about its name. What Chumaky carried salt from the Crimea and went often to the tavern. And that the first settler, gave his name. The Princess Sofia Kantimirova the rules of our village. Had a manor, Roganka-river, and carp, and tench, and perch. The Church was also. And people are kind, simple, hardworking, skilled and smart. And the song went from mouth itself.
Rogan, that's the name of my village, nestled near the rapid river shaded by willows. It's part of my homeland, the patroness of the parent kind, my joy and hope, my expectations, and treatment. Village kind and hardworking people who strive to make it convenient and comfortable. I was born, went to school here, my relatives, friends and acquaintances, here and my destiny.
The village is very beautiful in spring, when the gardens are in blossom, and in summer, when houses are surrounded by greenery and flowers. Through the village winds like a ribbon bridge is the path that connects us and the city of Kharkov.
I live and merge with your village, it's in me, as it awakens thought and warms the soul, index, and my future. I represent Malorechenskoe land, which makes light of our firmament, honest, decent people, and it is a wonder Kalinovo, charms periwinkle...