Kiev is the heart of Ukraine, the soul of Ukraine, the histo..

Kiev is the heart of Ukraine, the soul of Ukraine, the historical cradle of my people. Kiev is the capital, beautiful and majestic. Through the centuries it has passed through wars, pogroms, looting, and destruction, and through the centuries it has risen on the slopes of the Dnieper, courageous and immortal. In my opinion, every city has its own character. Kiev is the brave one. It has proudly carried its status as the capital of Ukraine for the third millennium, proud of its chestnut trees, its history, its people and its capabilities. Here our independence was born, here our consciousness died and was born again. The Granite Revolution, the Orange Revolution, Euromaidan... All these milestones in the development of our country are connected with this city. Like a sponge, it absorbs the memory of the fallen heroes and tears for them. Kiev is an honorable city. Here Kievan Rus was born and our greatest princes and hetmans were born and ruled here. Here our history was created and our culture was concentrated, this is where our kinship with Europe was born. This is where the representatives of major world powers tried to come, and where our trade, art and education thrived. People from all over the world rushed here in order to get closer to history, touch science, and experience life. Kiev used to break many people, bring them back home, but many stayed here and did a great job for our state. Kiev is beautiful. Its streets, modified today, but still so beautiful and enchanting. Kiev is growing, developing, acquiring new features and qualities. But not all directions of development are happy: constant construction of trade giants, residential compounds can not make you happy, but only sad and sometimes irritating. But these are the consequences of our informatized and globalized society. The city is becoming closer to ordinary people, but at the same time it is moving away from them: machines and concrete walls replace nature, people live in concrete walls, and the same walls are erected in their souls. A frequent phenomenon: gray masks on faces, tension in the subway, everyone is in a hurry, irritated, rushing to get things done. But such is the life of this city. Along with its character, each city has its own rhythm. The rhythm of Kiev is like a pulse: constant and uninterrupted, relentless, at times too fast and frightening. 😍✌🛴🏙🌥💛💙