When I think about Ukraine, my heart is reminiscent of the majesty and beauty of our country. Ukraine is rich in history, Vishukan culture and hosting people. We may have carpathian mountains, fiery fields and rivers, and impersonal other natural treasures. The skin of a little piece of our land is covered with a nameless beauty, which cannot be described in words. This is my Batkivshchyna, and I consider myself happy, lying down to this unique edge.

Ukrainian culture is rich in traditions and rituals, which are passed down from generation to generation. Our music, dances, folk crafts are the evidence of our folk creativity and craftsmanship. Our national costume is made of leather, a embroidered towel or a handicraft work carry a piece of our history and soul. I deeply respect our traditions, and the stink of me will be a shorter version of myself.

However, our rightful strength lies with our people. Ukrainians celebrate their hospitality, warmth and solidarity. We are always ready to help one by one, pidrimat in twisted plumage and holiness at once. We are at the right price of motherland and friendship. If I run, how Ukrainians unite, if they become the voice of change and stand up for their rights, I feel that I have the honor to lie down to this people.

I can't help but guess about the Ukrainian language. Language is the key to our culture and national identity. Ukrainian language is the melody of my soul. She is expressing our thoughts, almost like a recession. If I speak Ukrainian, I see myself as a right person, and give me strength.

In this rank, my friends, I proudly affirm that I am Ukrainian. My country, my culture, my people - there was a great joy and a deep sense of dependability. We may be wealth, as no one can take away from us - our identity.