Russia. My homeland. When I think about Russia before the eyes rises the picture of a lone ploughman going home through the field. with a grey beard and a frayed shirt. homes stove again flooded. the house is cozy, wooden. around birch-a kind of symbol of Russia. and all around breathes of Russian atmosphere, where the pure Russian spirit smells. если не понравится, можешь заменить что-либо. придумывала сама, нигде такого нет