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The city of my dreams - a city where its inhabitants given a choice: to do what educational institution where it is more convenient to work out what the best hospital to be treated ... The city of my dreams - a city known worldwide not only for its industry, but also residents, glorify him. City, where there is no crime, moral degradation and ignorance. "Do not rotate the globe, you will not find on Earth," a city not found. It's just a fantastic picture, realize that in life is almost impossible. "And maybe, perhaps? Necessary desire, hard work and belief in success - and then do it! Of course, now Lugansk - this is not an ideal city. He, with its rich history of many years, has turned into the city, which appeared on the streets of so many "traders" and beggars. On such a future for him if the dream of our famous countrymen - V.Dal, K.Voroshilov, A.Holodilin, V. Shevchenko, V.Gaevoy? All of them gave their best years to the prosperity of Lugansk. Who in this world, "sales" is very difficult to "break" the people, the true patriots, eager for a better life for our city. Many in our time, even unnoticed, in what has become their home Lugansk - the city where their ancestors lived, they live and their children will live. notice, in what has become their home Lugansk - the city where their ancestors lived, they live and their children will live. What kind of future we will leave to our descendants? Half-ruined city with a high crime rate and low national cultural identity. And because we live in HH1 century, the third millennium, the world marked the beginning of an era of progress and high culture. In order to leave a worthy legacy to our children, to strive to solve economic, social, and environmental problems of the city, thereby improving its demographic situation. Of course, the city of dreams can not live according to the dictates of a magic wand, it should try to create with their hands. And, trying, perhaps we will reach his goal - to build the city of our dreams. City on Luganov My home town! Wherever I am, You are always with me! All of us - the citizens of the universe. And how can you not remember "firm rule" Little Prince, suitable for every home, yard, street and around the city: "I got up in the morning, washed, cleaned up - and immediately bring to order the planet." Concluding reflections on the fate of his native city, I sincerely want to dedicate the following lines: Meadows our town famous since ancient times In the quiet of the river that we call Luganov. For years, he grew up under the shadow of the heavenly ... Acacias dripping smell so gentle ringing. We built this city and cherish. With him rejoice together, mourn. How did he become to miners dawns In heaps they climb again?