И мягко коснувшись ступнями земли...

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Понимаешь, что возвращаться домой, в родной город, к любимым людям, очень-очень радостно и приятно. И можно гулять по улицам любимого города, задрав голову и наслаждаясь весенним небом и погодой. И просто радоваться тому, что тебе есть куда и к кому возвращаться.
И понимать, что на свете есть как минимум одна вещь, которая никогда не перестанет меня изумлять...
The thing that never stops amazing me...

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In some way children are happier than adults. They have the ability to look at the world around us with eyes wide open with curiosity. As we grow up, we partially lose this ability, the ability to be amazed. Or rather we get used to all these things that tended to amaze us when we were children. But still there're some things that never stop amazing us…
I've always been kind of a traveller, not only in the depths of my heart. My family quite often lived out of suitcases and every time when I arrived in Minsk, when I set foot in it, I felt as if I'd reached the hub of the Universe. Every time I return to Minsk, it amazes me. On the one hand, I return to the city I know and love, where my home is and at the same time I return to quite a strange city that only seems to be similar to my Minsk. Although the face of Minsk, its architectural pattern, the tangle of narrow old streets and broad modern avenues are snapped and stored in my memory forever, minor details of this portrait are changing all the time. It's like a half-drawn sketch where the major lines have already been placed on the sheet of paper, but the rest of the lines are missing and they are being restored, imagined by our brain. The same is with Minsk to me. Even after 2 days' absence I need to saunter down along its streets, to breathe in its air, to observe hustle and bustle of the main avenues and then to stray off the well-trodden tourist tracks and feel the tranquility of its backwaters where people are thinner on the ground. I enjoy these walks; I enjoy the greenery of its parks, the granite of its monuments that glitters after the rain, strict and at the same time smooth lines of the Svisloch embankment lined with maples and chestnut trees. I like to absorb the beauty of the city looking at its reflections in Svisloch waters which create the effect that there exist two Minsks here: the first one is real where we live and the second one is a mysterious enigmatic result of the game between the sun, water, air and reflections where the spirit of the city is kept. Minsk can be wonderful when it soaks under the rain in a sunny day. It's really touching to watch green leaves washed by a summer rain and reflecting sunrays. This Minsk conjures up my childhood when life seemed to be full of pleasant surprises and happy moments, when nothing bad could have happened to me. I adore Minsk at any season of the year. In winter, when the combination of modern buildings and bare trees covered with tiny snowflakes and ice crystals glitters and sparkles flooded with light. In spring when Minsk bathes in the sea of snow-white chestnut flowers and fresh green leaves. In summer when the city is being heated by the sun and its mood is one of tranquility broken only in July by the Day of the city. In autumn when it turns into the mosaic of multicoloured leaves combined with the stone of buildings and the patches of blue sky.
Minsk, the city at the crossroads that absorbs both eastern and western cultures and produces from them a tranquil symphony in stone; where everything exists side by side in mutual tolerance and respect – it never stops amazing me. And every time I come back from my holidays or short trips, I for myself discover a new city…
There're lots of other things that can amaze me as well and even I who know myself cannot predict what I'll be amazed next time. Somebody once said: "Humankind lives only until it possesses the ability to be amazed". I believe that there is some truth in these words.