I love the city of Murmansk. The city with its own character, with its complex, eventful fate.Severe tests fell to the share of the Murmansk during the great Patriotic war. The city stood, was inaccessible to the enemy. In place of the remaining ruins after the war, a new city has grown, spread out on the slopes of the hills.I love my city because the people here are kind. And in the summer white nights. And the hills are snowy, even when there is grass in Moscow. I know that even when I grow up, my hometown will be dear to me.
