Each person has one Motherland. This is the place on its large territory, where he was born, grew up, who repeatedly measured with his feet. My Motherland is Ukraine. I am happy that I was born and live in Ukraine. I love her for the boundless, beautiful, vast expanses. Go out into the field - and you'll admire the fields of high rye, which is like two tall walls. Go into it - and you will hide its spikelets. Only the blue sky is your sign. Caresses the soul of such beauty. It seems that eternity would go by this path, if only it was not running out. And the architecture of Ukrainian cities! Kiev, Kharkiv, Lviv. It shows the high level of culture of our ancestors.
Who did not admire Sophia Kiev and Golden Gate of the princely city, Vydubitsky Monastery and Kiev-Pechersk Lavra with the Assumption Cathedral, the old Podol gray-haired Boris Dome? All these are spiritual symbols of national history and culture, without which our land is not conceived. For fifteen centuries it has been hanging on the Dnieper slopes of the Golden-domed Kyiv - the Capital of Ukraine, which had a historical mission to become the "mother of Russian cities", to play an important role in the formation of one of the largest states of Europe in Kievan Rus. Looking around from the height of the Kiev hills far away from the Dnieper, one can not help thinking: where did we go, whose children are we? I want to know who lived on our lands for several thousand years and what language our ancestors communicated, what is the origin of the word "Ukraine". Examining your native land, you admire its beauty and grandeur. What a breadth! What a space! In the west, the green Carpathian Mountains rise, in the south the golden wheat sea gilds, in the east are the heaps of the Donetsk mines, in the north the red forest calydra turns purple. And all this is my Motherland - Ukraine.
I love my country. There are a lot of beautiful cities in it and the countryside is also just fabulous. Every day when you'll go on its streets you'll see great and old buildings, smiling people and colourful arts. I love it. I live in it. It's my Motherland. I'm proud of it (сочинение не оч, но это просто фразочки, которые можно добавить в текст)
I am happy that I was born and live in Ukraine. I love her for the boundless, beautiful, vast expanses. Go out into the field - and you'll admire the fields of high rye, which is like two tall walls. Go into it - and you will hide its spikelets. Only the blue sky is your sign. Caresses the soul of such beauty. It seems that eternity would go by this path, if only it was not running out. And the architecture of Ukrainian cities! Kiev, Kharkiv, Lviv. It shows the high level of culture of our ancestors.
Who did not admire Sophia Kiev and Golden Gate of the princely city, Vydubitsky Monastery and Kiev-Pechersk Lavra with the Assumption Cathedral, the old Podol gray-haired Boris Dome? All these are spiritual symbols of national history and culture, without which our land is not conceived.
For fifteen centuries it has been hanging on the Dnieper slopes of the Golden-domed Kyiv - the Capital of Ukraine, which had a historical mission to become the "mother of Russian cities", to play an important role in the formation of one of the largest states of Europe in Kievan Rus.
Looking around from the height of the Kiev hills far away from the Dnieper, one can not help thinking: where did we go, whose children are we? I want to know who lived on our lands for several thousand years and what language our ancestors communicated, what is the origin of the word "Ukraine".
Examining your native land, you admire its beauty and grandeur. What a breadth! What a space! In the west, the green Carpathian Mountains rise, in the south the golden wheat sea gilds, in the east are the heaps of the Donetsk mines, in the north the red forest calydra turns purple. And all this is my Motherland - Ukraine.