Favorite Thing: I found a nice poem about this town, was impressed by it and decided to provide an English translation here.
The poem was written by Boris Gorozhankin, a retired coalminer, who dedicated this poem to his hometown:
My Town
If I had to choose
What to take as a memory of my town,
I would take Zarechnaya Street with me
That follows the bank of the Lozova River,
And the little birch tree growing next to the rowan tree,
Whose catkins I would present to my sweetheart.
I would also take the spring smell of the ravine,
Where we used to wander with you in embrace,
I would take the clean love that will not deceive us,
And the song of the nightingale at the fog of the dawn.
I would take the city’s clean look
When it is dressed in its wedding dress
Of blossoming gardens over the river,
I would willingly take it with me.
I would take some tulips from the miner’s greenhouse,
Some chestnuts from Lenin Street,
The smoke of coal waste heaps and of the miner’s lift
Without which I cannot go on.
Here are my roots and my branches,
My ancestors lie in the Donets Land,
And my miners friends are in my heart.
How can I live without them
And they without me?
That is why I must confess to you
That I cannot lose touch with my miner’s fate.
Miner’s blood is in my veins,
Here is my Motherland, my house and my love.
Boris Gorozhankin
Fondest Memory: having a walk about the town and then a lunch at our new friend's.
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