Берег родной реки… Ишим... На его берегах расположился город удивительный - Астана. Река медленно несет свои воды куда-то вдаль. Солнце оранжевым глазом скользит по волнуемой легким ветерком водной глади. На мосту виден крылатый барс. Его могучая фигура четко вырисовывается на фоне багрового заката. Вечереет. Задумчиво бреду по берегу. Одна за другой рождаются мысли об Астане. Вот она, красавица, вся как на ладони…
Home shores of the river Ishim On its shores was located the city is amazing - Astana. The river slowly carries its waters into the distance. The sun's orange eye slides on a light breeze agitated the surface of the water. On the bridge you can see the winged leopard. His powerful figure clearly silhouetted against the crimson sunset. Evening. Thoughtfully I walked along the shore. One after the other produces thoughts about Astana. Here she is, beautiful, all in full view...
Home shores of the river Ishim On its shores was located the city is amazing - Astana. The river slowly carries its waters into the distance. The sun's orange eye slides on a light breeze agitated the surface of the water. On the bridge you can see the winged leopard. His powerful figure clearly silhouetted against the crimson sunset. Evening. Thoughtfully I walked along the shore. One after the other produces thoughts about Astana. Here she is, beautiful, all in full view...