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 …showed first 75 words of 565 total…

…showed last 75 words of 565 total…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.