Your city

You have become like a prisoner of this city. You cannot live without the noise of these roads, without the smells of old courtyards and beautiful parks. Your root has gone deep into the soil of this city. You give it something. It returns something to you.

And this, your union with it, is no longer broken. This friendship is eternal. And if you leave this city, then you will return to him again. He will meet you on the platform of the station with a warm rain and lead you along those same old streets and familiar squares. And something will be remembered, and will rise to the surface from the depths of memory and you will understand that this city has shaped you. It has become a part of your life.

And whether your life was a success or not - it does not matter. It does not matter how many victories and defeats in your arsenal, how many losses and gains. The main thing is that you are on this earth! And there is this city, with the simplicity of its inhabitants, with their sincerity and unpredictability.

You will all meet the next leaf fall and even the first snow together again, and one day, raising your hands to the sky, you will forgive the people around you for everything, and bless this city, which was given to you in this life for a reason.

And everything that happened here, and everything that will happen here, has more meaning for you.