The plains of Siberia.

The Plains of Siberia Being over two years in the United States I have gotten used to its culture, traditions, and people. This country has become a second home for me, but I will never forget my motherland. I always remember the time when I was a little child. I would spend my summer holidays at my grandmother's in the Russian countryside in West Siberia. The place was surrounded with beautiful scenery. Thick cedar forests …

…of everyday life seem so far away. A sense of calm envelops me. This is one of the most beautiful scenery I have ever witnessed. Even today when I close my eyes and take a deep breath, the scene is vivid in my mind. The hills that I remember as a child mean as much to me now as they did when I was little. Their beauty remains untouched, and I will treasure them forever.