Homeland

I exclaim that my love for the Fatherland is "strange". I can not understand why I love my country. But can not you just love her? I admit taht I love the steppes and forests and rivers. I admit love to long trips in the cart, ddespite the night and the desire to spend the night in a more comfortable place. admire the mown fields and briches on the hill. As glad to see home, with the familiar carved windows, a barn full of grain. And in the evening to sit and watch the dances of the village children. This all honeland.