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 would suddenly turn into a sunny and bright meadow with lovely grass and vivid flowers rustling in the wind. Numerous small lakes would reflect the bright sun.
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