My hometown

“MY HOMETOWN“
A drop of the great state is my village, there are so many! He experienced both adversity and glory. He lives and lives forever! Our village is three hundred and fifty years old, and there are various interpretations of its name. The chumaks brought salt from the Crimea and often stopped at the hotel. And the first immigrant gave his name. That princess Sofiya Kantimirovna ruled our village. He had a property on the Roganka River and it had carp, carp and meadows. And there was the church. And the people are kind, simple, hardworking, skillful and smart. The song came out of his mouth on its own. Rogan, named after my village, is located near a fast-flowing river in the shade of willows. It is a part of my motherland, the patron saint of my parents ’family, my joy and hope, my hope and appeal. It is a village of kind and hardworking people who strive to make it comfortable and prosperous. I was born there, I went to school, here are my relatives, friends, acquaintances, here is my destiny. In the spring the gardens bloom, and in the summer the houses are lush and green, and the village buried in flowers is very beautiful. Winds like a ribbon, a bridge road connecting us and the city of Kharkov all over the village. I live and unite with my village, it is in me because it awakens the mind and warms my heart, my indicator and my future. I describe the Maloroganskaya land, which fills our skies with bright, honest, polite people and is the miracle of Kalinov, the charm of the periwinkle.
Village, countryside - isn’t this the best place to live? It is easy to breathe in the noise and endless rush of a noisy, dusty city, the chirping of birds, the chirping of locusts create such a peaceful state that one wants to be saturated with this beauty and splendor .. What a river or lake in the morning beautiful, the fog floats over it and surrounds the shores with a transparent fog! And a forest with a rich scent of pine needles, mushrooms and berries! The village is beautiful at any time of the year. Suffice it to recall how many paintings depicting the beauty of the village were drawn by well-known artists. Why is this happening? Why do people aspire to the countryside - the city, if it is so beautiful? Because people have forgotten to love and appreciate nature, the village is its focus. You have to come there to feel your oneness with nature, to touch it and to be nourished by its power. It is impossible to feel the majesty of nature in the city, where only the power of money, the supremacy of financial and daily well-being prevails. In eternal haste, we forget that there are simple human joys in life - listening to the chirping of birds and the rustling of trees, admiring the swans swimming in the lake, swimming in the river, bathing in the sun. After all, it is a pleasure incomparable to expensive shopping. All of these joys are present in the village, and the life of the villagers consists in many respects of them. It is no coincidence that agro and ecotourism are so popular today that people are finally beginning to understand what the true meaning of recreation is.
Come to the village, enjoy the sunset, illuminating the sky with oranges and reds, the appearance of stars in the clear dark sky, and complete silence only broken by the chirping of an owl or the chirping of a duck. the motionless surface of the lake. A drop of the great state is my village, there are so many! He experienced both adversity and glory. He lives and lives forever! Our village is three hundred and fifty years old, and there are various interpretations of its name. The chumaks brought salt from the Crimea and often stopped at the hotel. And the first immigrant gave his name. That princess Sofiya Kantimirovna ruled our village. He had a property on the Roganka River and it had carp, carp and meadows. And there was the church. And the people are kind, simple, hardworking, skillful and smart. The song came out of his mouth on its own. Rogan, named after my village, is located near a fast-flowing river in the shade of willows. It is a part of my motherland, the patron saint of my parents ’family, my joy and hope, my hope and appeal. It is a village of kind and hardworking people who strive to make it comfortable and prosperous. I was born there, I went to school, here are my relatives, friends, acquaintances, here is my destiny. In the spring the gardens bloom, and in the summer the houses are lush and green, and the village buried in flowers is very beautiful. Winds like a ribbon, a bridge road connecting us and the city of Kharkov all over the village. I live and unite with my village, it is in me because it awakens the mind and warms my heart, my indicator and my future. I describe the Maloroganskaya land, which fills our skies with bright, honest, polite people and is the miracle of Kalinov, the charm of the periwinkle ...