Ukraine is my homeland. And I love her, good or bad, poor or rich. It may not be going smoothly, but it is one of my countries, and there is no other country like it.
And it won't.
Someone will say “ " Well, Yes, it is now fashionable to declare love for the whole of Ukraine.” I won't tell anyone I love them. I will say frankly that I do not like many things: most of our pop and modern books, the arrogance of Ukrainian nationalists who are ready to divide everyone in the world into "our” and”not our". And in General, I think that it is stupid to consider, for example, Ukrainian daisies better than Russian ones.
I don't care who is Ukrainian and who is not. After all, we live in the same country, walk on the same land, eat ice cream factory “Khladoprom”, rejoice in the victories of the Klitschko brothers, watch “Roksolana” and “waiting Room”. I never thought about whether I could be considered a patriot. I just love Ukraine. Maybe one day I'll want to leave here, or even have to – anything can happen.
And maybe I'll like another country. But there will not be my friends, my parents, my favorite cartoons about the Cossacks, the story " Kaidashev SIM'ya” Nechuy-Levitsky and my mother's dumplings with strawberries, and many other things that I have associated with the concept of "homeland". Although far from Ukraine, you can find new friends, create your own family, love other cartoons, buy a volume of Nechuy-Levitsky somewhere, and you can learn to cook dumplings with strawberries yourself… Wait, what about Khreschatyk? What about the architectural reserve in Lviv?
This Short Story The Magic Pot is quite interesting to all the people. Enjoy reading this story.
Once upon a time a farmer, Gopi, lived in a village. He had few acres of land. One hot afternoon, the poor farmer was digging his field. All of a sudden, his spade hit something. Then he continued his digging. “It is a big metal pot," said Gopi. It was big enough to boil rice for more than hundred people. “It does not seem to be of any use to me. I will dig deeper. May be I will find something else," thought Gopi. He continued to dig.
After he had dug for a long time, Gopi felt tired. “It is of no use. There is nothing in this field" he thought. Then at once, he threw the spade into the pot in frustration and sat under a tree to take rest for a while.
After a while, when he got up to leave, he could not believe his eyes. There were one hundred spades in the pot. “This is a magical pot. I will put this mango inside the pot and see what happens," Gopi thought. Then Gopi put a mango into the pot. To his astonishment, he found one hundred mangoes in the pot. Gopi carried the pot to his home and kept in a secret place so that no one would become aware of it.
After that, he put many things in that and everything became hundred folds. With that pot, he became a rich man. The King came to know of the pot and its whereabouts. The King was curious to know about it and he was a greedy King. “I want to find out the secret of the magical pot. If it is valuable, it should be in the King treasury," the King thought. Then at once, the King ordered his men to bring the farmer and his pot.
When the magic pot was brought to the King’s chamber, he did not know what to do. The King thought, “Let me see what is there inside this pot which makes this pot so magical?" He peered inside. Inadvertently, he slipped and fell inside the pot. When he climbed out of the magic pot, he was shocked to find that there were one hundred Kings.
All the kings then started to climb the throne. They fought among themselves and died. The magic pot lay in the King’s treasury. “The foolish King took away the magic pot from me out of curiosity and eventually he died. This magic pot has killed the King himself," said the farmer and he to be safe left the magic pot at the treasury of the King itself.
Ukraine is my homeland. And I love her, good or bad, poor or rich. It may not be going smoothly, but it is one of my countries, and there is no other country like it.
And it won't.
Someone will say “ " Well, Yes, it is now fashionable to declare love for the whole of Ukraine.” I won't tell anyone I love them. I will say frankly that I do not like many things: most of our pop and modern books, the arrogance of Ukrainian nationalists who are ready to divide everyone in the world into "our” and”not our". And in General, I think that it is stupid to consider, for example, Ukrainian daisies better than Russian ones.
I don't care who is Ukrainian and who is not. After all, we live in the same country, walk on the same land, eat ice cream factory “Khladoprom”, rejoice in the victories of the Klitschko brothers, watch “Roksolana” and “waiting Room”. I never thought about whether I could be considered a patriot. I just love Ukraine. Maybe one day I'll want to leave here, or even have to – anything can happen.
And maybe I'll like another country. But there will not be my friends, my parents, my favorite cartoons about the Cossacks, the story " Kaidashev SIM'ya” Nechuy-Levitsky and my mother's dumplings with strawberries, and many other things that I have associated with the concept of "homeland". Although far from Ukraine, you can find new friends, create your own family, love other cartoons, buy a volume of Nechuy-Levitsky somewhere, and you can learn to cook dumplings with strawberries yourself… Wait, what about Khreschatyk? What about the architectural reserve in Lviv?
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This Short Story The Magic Pot is quite interesting to all the people. Enjoy reading this story.
Once upon a time a farmer, Gopi, lived in a village. He had few acres of land. One hot afternoon, the poor farmer was digging his field. All of a sudden, his spade hit something. Then he continued his digging. “It is a big metal pot," said Gopi. It was big enough to boil rice for more than hundred people. “It does not seem to be of any use to me. I will dig deeper. May be I will find something else," thought Gopi. He continued to dig.
After he had dug for a long time, Gopi felt tired. “It is of no use. There is nothing in this field" he thought. Then at once, he threw the spade into the pot in frustration and sat under a tree to take rest for a while.
After a while, when he got up to leave, he could not believe his eyes. There were one hundred spades in the pot. “This is a magical pot. I will put this mango inside the pot and see what happens," Gopi thought. Then Gopi put a mango into the pot. To his astonishment, he found one hundred mangoes in the pot. Gopi carried the pot to his home and kept in a secret place so that no one would become aware of it.
After that, he put many things in that and everything became hundred folds. With that pot, he became a rich man. The King came to know of the pot and its whereabouts. The King was curious to know about it and he was a greedy King. “I want to find out the secret of the magical pot. If it is valuable, it should be in the King treasury," the King thought. Then at once, the King ordered his men to bring the farmer and his pot.
When the magic pot was brought to the King’s chamber, he did not know what to do. The King thought, “Let me see what is there inside this pot which makes this pot so magical?" He peered inside. Inadvertently, he slipped and fell inside the pot. When he climbed out of the magic pot, he was shocked to find that there were one hundred Kings.
All the kings then started to climb the throne. They fought among themselves and died. The magic pot lay in the King’s treasury. “The foolish King took away the magic pot from me out of curiosity and eventually he died. This magic pot has killed the King himself," said the farmer and he to be safe left the magic pot at the treasury of the King itself.
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