Congratulations on City Day in prose. Statuses about hometowns Status about hometowns
A city is a large populated area whose residents are usually not busy agriculture. It has a developed complex of economy and economy. It is a cluster of architectural and engineering structures that ensure the livelihoods of the permanent and temporary population of the city. Historically, the term comes from the presence of a defensive fence around the settlement - a rampart or wall. We have prepared quotes for you about a beautiful and beloved city.
Most often people leave Small town to dream of returning there. And others stay to dream of leaving there.
Chuck Palahniuk
I am very strongly connected to my city because I am an extension of it.
Bahram Bagirzadeh
The city at street level is not that attractive. But if you look up...
You said that the city is strong, but here everyone is weak...
- The city is an evil force... The strong come and become weak, the city takes away the power... So you are lost!
It's time to destroy this city! Or at least repaint it a different color.
...The darkness that came from Mediterranean Sea, covered the city hated by the procurator. The hanging bridges connecting the temple with the terrible Anthony Tower disappeared, an abyss fell from the sky and flooded the winged gods over the hippodrome, the Hasmonean palace with loopholes, bazaars, caravanserais, alleys, ponds... Yershalaim disappeared - great city as if he didn’t exist in the world...
I've always believed that the things you don't choose make you who you are: your city, your neighborhood, your family.
He read the city like a book, like a story about invisible buildings consumed by history.
Seis Noteboom
A city becomes a world when you love one of its inhabitants.
Love for a particular city is determined by the feelings that one had to experience in it, and not by the city itself.
Love is not a mirror pond into which you can stare forever. It has ebbs and flows. And the wreckage of shipwrecks, and sunken cities, and octopuses, and storms, and boxes of gold, and pearls... But the pearls lie very deep.
Your hometown is not the one in which you started your life, but the one in which you want to end it.
… the town turned out to be photogenic, even though it’s the ass of the world.
Max Fry
I love the forest. It is difficult to live in cities: there are too many lustful people there.
Friedrich Nietzsche
It turns out that there is such pleasure as wandering through empty streets at random, not knowing the way. Alien, incomprehensible city. Alien, incomprehensible life.
But it's real. The best there is.
After a breakup, certain streets, places, even times become forbidden! The city turns into a deserted battlefield filled with memory mines. You have to watch carefully where you are stepping, otherwise you will be torn to pieces...
It seems like it's very important for the city to be able to talk to people in a language they understand.
Max Fry
Our city... These landscapes made my heart shudder. Like muddy coffee slurry, the familiar gloomy darkness into which city residents plunge, as if it were calendar holidays. Endless rows of buildings and housing, foggy cloudy skies. Herds of cars lined up in rows, spewing carbon dioxide. Old cotton curtains on the windows of cramped and squalid wooden houses - I live in one of them. And the bustle of countless people inside. Infinite amplitude - from pride to self-pity. This is what a city is.
Haruki Murakami
The most wonderful city is the one where a person is happy.
A big city where your dreams come true for someone else.
The larger the city, the greater the loneliness. And this is the largest city.
Waiting and hoping is a surefire way to suddenly go crazy, but rushing around the city and doing stupid things is exactly what you need!
Night city. In a light fog, the light of the streets is blurred - this is how a nearsighted or crying person sees streetlights. Or a poor soul with no prospects. Elchin Safarli. You were promised to me.
What a blessing that people live in residential areas as if they were in a remote province. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to get to the good stuff, and once you got there, you wouldn’t be able to get there. However, that’s precisely the misfortune, that’s why you have to go somewhere.
Nowhere, in any city in the world, do the stars shine as brightly as in the city of childhood.
Now the whole world is standing on the edge, looking down into the damn inferno. All these liberals, intellectuals, sweet talkers. And for some reason, suddenly no one knows what to say. Below me is this terrible city, it screams like a slaughterhouse full of mentally retarded children, and the night stinks of fornication and a bad conscience.
My life doesn't belong to me. I live in a city I don't want to be in. I'm living a life I don't want to live.
I began to dimly understand how much tempting a big city conceals: wealth, elegance, comfort - everything that can adorn a woman.
Theodore Dreiser
The city has only one dream - there are no people and it is free.
The city dreams of falling into silence, and it is killing us one by one.
Life in cities teaches you to look only at your own feet. Nobody will remember that there is a sky in the world...
Cities are surrendered by soldiers, generals take them.
Alexander Tvardovsky
Only homey city girls have such toes that you want to wrap them in candy wrappers, like candy canes.
Of those who have forgotten me, a city can be formed.
My father left me when I was already six years old, but I still don’t remember him. My father has a habit of starting a new family in a new city every seven years. He obviously believes that the family is something like a chain of specialty restaurants.
Chuck Palahniuk
I know them all: they are all scammers, the whole city there is like this: the scammer sits on the scammer and drives the scammer.
Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol
... I generally like to leave, because without leaving one city it is quite difficult to come to another, and I like coming more than anything else.
Warm days have returned to the city. They returned with redoubled affection, just as unfaithful wives return. All day long, frivolous, restless clouds floated across the sky, and dry, crisp autumn leaves lay thickly on the ground silently, without a rustle. For several days the city seemed to be in a warm and kind of blissful swoon; it indulged in autumn, this changeable liar, and did not believe, did not want to believe in the imminent onset of cold weather...
Dina Rubina
In the light of the sun in Lisbon there is something naively theatrical, captivating and magical. But at night it turns into a vague fairy tale about a city that, with all its terraces and onions, descends to the sea, like a festively dressed woman bending over to her lover, drowned in the darkness.
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Erich Maria Remarque
Why doesn’t anyone I ask about their favorite city name the city in which they were born and live? - I don’t know, dear... Perhaps we were all scattered around the world and mixed up in it so that everyone would look for their own place. With my heart.
Elchin Safarli
Some tourists think that Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth, it is a city of freedom. And in freedom many people find sin.
It is enough to arrive at five in the morning in an unfamiliar city. This is all…
They say in big city people are more tolerant than in the provinces. No, this is simple indifference.
I looked at my watch - it was five o’clock in the morning, but neither she nor I was even sleepy, because there was neurosis in the air of this city, which the local residents take for energy.
The brighter the city, the darker its shadow...
In this city, everyone loves loneliness, and even if they don’t, they are still lonely.
Winter kills life on earth, but spring comes and all living things will be born again. But it was difficult to believe, looking at the ashes of the recently living city, that spring would someday come for it.
If you are looking for a person in a big city and have no idea where he might be, then, instead of rushing around the city in search of him, it is better to sit somewhere in the center and sit there waiting for the person you you are looking for, it will not come to you.
You can build your future out of anything. From some crumb or spark. From the desire to move forward, slowly, one step after another. You can build a spacious city on the ruins.
Lauren Oliver
For city life, a person faces four inevitable reckonings. For idleness, a little personal work - schizophrenia, for excessive comfort, laziness and greedy food - sclerosis, heart attack, for surviving the period for which a given individual is designed by heredity - cancer, for childbearing at random... - hereditary diseases, cretinism...
Ivan Efremov
The rivers have cooled, and the earth has cooled, and the houses have become a little ruffled. It's warm and damp in the city, It's warm and damp in the city, And outside the city it's winter, winter, winter.
There are people in the world whom you simply love. Just. Not for anything. You feel good just thinking that they exist. They may be very far away, in other cities, even in other countries, but you know that they love you too. Just.
I will drown the whole city in blood, if only you are safe.
Oh, if only The eternal City were not tormented by eternal traffic jams.
Walking through an unfamiliar city, if you haven’t worn out your legs, are not collapsing from fatigue, have at least a little money in your pocket, and have a few days left, is one of the most pleasant things in the world.
Sergei Lukyanenko
Still, your hometown is a high concentration of impressions. Not something specific, but everything at once. Strong, weak, joyful and sad - in such a powerful flow that you simply choke.
There was a carousel in my life, there was a room of laughter, and finally, I met a person with whom I could stop and never run anywhere else. Don't you want to stay with me?
The city is a teacher of man.
One of the most simple ways to love the city in which you live - from time to time to look at it through the eyes of a stranger (unless, of course, evil fate has thrown you into a completely disgusting hole).
While my crazy city swallows funny dreams, And lays maple hearts on the noisy streets, Lord, I ask you, button up my soul, So that I won’t completely fade away until spring.
Cities are like women, each with their own special scent.
George Martin
That's the advantage of tiny towns - without any effort on your part, everyone knows everything about you.
The city lies in darkness... It's winter again...
It cannot be that, at the thought that you are in Sevastopol, a feeling of some kind of courage, pride does not penetrate your soul, and that the blood does not begin to circulate faster in your veins...
Lev Nikolaevich Tolstoy
In a big city you can see more, but in a small city you can hear more.
There are a million such towns in the world. And each is just as dark, just as lonely, each is just as detached from everything, each has its own horrors and its own secrets.
Autumn depressively covers the city with leaves, Corroding the paint with its wet mood.
Brian had discovered one of the fundamental truths of small towns: most secrets - in fact, all more or less important secrets - cannot be shared with anyone.
Stephen King
I'll go where you go. I don't need anything else. I don't need student council anymore. I don't need good grades anymore. I don't need smart comrades anymore. I don't want to celebrate spring in another city. I want to meet her with you. This is enough for me.
The largest city, when you settle in it, shrinks, becomes small for you and provincial.
What a city - not a single unfamiliar face. Even bandits, and those acquaintances.
When this city falls asleep, I get up.
Any city ceases to be hostile as soon as you eat and drink in it.
They say that streets and houses keep the memory of moments of happiness experienced by loving souls. It's probably just a beautiful legend, but this morning I need to believe in it...
If there were no winter If there were no winter In the cities and villages, We would never have known these happy days. If only the little one would not circle around the snow woman, If only the ski track would not wind, If only, if only, if only... If only the ski track would not wind, If only, if only, if only...
The city once again pretends that I don’t exist. But this is funny...
My entire generation is loners, we are deaf to each other, like a diving bird; busy with our own business, we hear nothing around; having taken refuge in calm marriages, we dream of the one and only, condemned to a lonely plate and dinner in silence; we saw cities, not the people in them.
It is not the privacy of the place that is important, but the independence. Poets who lived in cities still remained hermits.
R. Emerson
When the rain falls from above,
When the eyes look up from below,
Become cleaner people and cities.
If the essence of life is information transmitted through genes, then society and culture are nothing more than an additional giant system for accumulating and storing information. That is, the city is a giant external device for storing information.
Tired of reading "Oblomov"
And expect good weather from women,
Tired of being soft, gentle, unnecessary,
Tired of living in the city
Where the authorities are afraid of snow,
And the traffic cops say hello
With expensive cars.
Tired of being an adult
who knows everything
But he can't do anything.
Happiness is when you have a large, friendly, caring, loving family in another city.
George Burns
The city is good only because it gave you.
Robert Musil
Music played among the cold rocks,
And the city was sleeping.
Where did she call? Who was she looking for?
No one knew.
Outside the window, the worst city in the world, Moscow, flashes by.
There is a city in the world without which the world will be better...
“Cities are like clocks,” thought T., “only they don’t measure time, they work it out. And every big city produces its own special time, which is known only to those who live in it. In the morning, people, like gears, come into gear and drag each other out of their holes, and each gear spins in its place until it is completely worn out, firmly believing that it is thus moving towards happiness. Nobody knows who winds the spring. But when it breaks, the city immediately turns into ruins, and people who live by completely different hours come to look at them. The time of Athens, the time of Rome - where is it? And St. Petersburg is still ticking - six in the morning. As young people write, “well, it’s time to get down to business, our old business...”
Victor Pelevin
You can take cities and win battles, but you cannot conquer an entire people.
The lights of the city at night, it's as if someone launched hundreds of fireworks at the same time.
This city is too crowded for the two of us. Let's find a bigger city?
I looked at my watch - it was five o’clock in the morning, but neither she nor I even felt sleepy, because there was neurosis in the air of this city, which the local residents take for energy.
It’s one thing to pilot a B-29 flying towards Hiroshima, but quite another to look at it from central square cities.
Victor Pelevin
Okay, I understand, every city needs its idiot...
It’s always like this in small towns - no one wants to spend money on such nonsense as lighting.
I am perhaps more attracted by the complete freedom of life in a wild country than by the beauty of nature. There a person can really preserve his human dignity, not like in our cities.
Alexander Chakovsky
Solitude must be sought in big cities.
Rene Descartes
After a breakup, certain streets, places, even times become forbidden! The city turns into a deserted battlefield filled with memory mines. You have to watch carefully where you are stepping, otherwise you will be torn to pieces...
Who can tell where the city ends and the wilderness begins? Who can say whether the city grows into it or whether it turns into the city?
Cities that betray their children do not live long.
- Even if only one?
“Even if it’s just one,” the Passenger said quietly but firmly.
Moscow is a city where money can be mined out of thin air.
The one who decided to conquer the capital must be stronger than it. This city does not forgive weakness and does not believe in tears...
It is not old age that is the surest sign of maturity, but the ability to not get confused when waking up on a busy street in the city center in your underwear.
If you fall because of your mother, she will help you get back on your feet. If you fall in the city, no one will help you get up.
Wherever you go alone, you will be alone everywhere. Loneliness is a faithful and intrusive companion, it does not need visas and air tickets, it is not demanding about food and place of residence. Sometimes loneliness can lag behind for several hours, and then, when you find yourself in a new place, you think that you have gotten rid of it. But it will still catch up. And sometimes it gets ahead of you - and then, as soon as you arrive in an unfamiliar city, you want to quickly run away somewhere else, to where loneliness has no chance.
Olga Lucas
They came synchronously, in different ends cities, each on its own shelf in the rack of human high-rise buildings.
I'm not sure that I really exist. I am all the writers I've read, all the people I've met, all the women I've loved and all the cities I've been to.
The Germans can destroy the city, destroy its treasures, leave us without heat and light, but they cannot destroy the faith in the souls of people!
We'll be covered in snow flakes New winter in this city. I cover my eyes with my palms. Your eyes with your palms.
In big cities, people resemble stones poured into a bag: their sharp edges gradually wear off and they become smooth, like pebbles.
There is nothing better than spending the summer in the forest, giving your head a rest before studying and returning home to the city, to the noise, the cold, the dirty air, where too many people are in too little space.
Every city has its own smell. And the smell of each thing betrays its provincial homeland.
She was well versed in old money. A certain aura of holiness hovered over them - probably because people did not part with them for years. And she understood the new money made by the upstarts who last years in the city there was a divorce, apparently and invisibly. But in the powdered chest of Madame Zarinsky beat the heart of a real Ankh-Morpork shopkeeper, who knows for sure: the best money is the one you hold in your hands, and not someone else. The best money is my money, not yours. In addition, she was quite snobbish, and therefore always confused rudeness and good upbringing. Rich people are never crazy (they are eccentric), and likewise they are never rude (they are honest and spontaneous).
Terry Pratchett
Surviving and winning in the big city, she becomes infected with the virus of indifference without noticing it. It is difficult to maintain warmth in yourself where it is easier... and more comfortable to be cold.
Receiving slaps from fate,
Here I am, not myself, standing on my own.
I'm looking for a woman in this city,
The one and only one.
The city is melting in a flock in the darkness, Autumn, what did I know about you? No matter how much the leaves tear, Autumn is always right.
We justify everything we do as a necessity. When we bomb cities, it is a strategic necessity, and when our cities are bombed, it is a heinous crime.
Autumn... She appeared in the city suddenly, although according to the calendar it was the right time. The sweltering weeks ended abruptly, as if they had been expelled. In the evening it began to rain, and in the morning the sun was already dull. During these hot, almost three months of summer, we have completely lost the habit of contrasts. We forgot that we live in a mood city. Today there is a smell of autumn coolness outside the window. I love this season. A time when you don’t need to prove anything, to get used to something. Everything is as it is. A time of silent reconciliation with the different colors of life.
Elchin Safarli
Zero degrees in a metropolis is too little to freeze, and too much to thaw.
The sun was shining and people were moving energetically. It was an asphalt spring, it was one of those spring days of autumn that do not belong to any season, which cities conjure up.
The pursuit of history is always present in Barcelona. For me, cities are organisms, living beings. For me, Madrid is a man and Barcelona is a woman. And this is a very smug woman.
Of course, if you want to look at the two most important things - how man lives and how nature lives - you need to come here, to the ravine. After all, the city, after all, is just a big ship, battered by storms, full of people on it, and everyone is busy tirelessly - bailing out water, chipping off rust.
Ray Bradbury
Like a child's drawing on the asphalt,
My whole life is on the city map.
Remember what is dear to me
The city will help me remember everything.
We can breathe freely among the fences,
And it could be
We paint by creating waste
And it could be.
We love, we give birth up to our necks in dust,
And it could be.
We are children of the big city
He is dear to us, we will live with him.
Baku is a cat city. I hardly saw any dogs there, but cats were everywhere. This is also a sure sign of feminine essence.
Well, somewhere, somewhere, in Leningrad! - Which Leningrad? There hasn't been a city like this for a long time! - There is no city, but the 3rd Street of Builders remains...
The big city is a miserable, helpless monster. Everything it consumes must be delivered to it.
Sometimes I think we are the worst family in town.
- Maybe we should move to a bigger city?
It got dark, the city lights up its first lights. God! How he is overwhelmed by nature, despite all its geometric lines, how the evening presses on him. From here it is so... so striking. Am I the only one who sees this? Is there really no other Cassandra anywhere, who stands just like this on a hill and sees a city at her feet, swallowed up by the womb of nature? But what difference does it make to me? What can I tell her?
Jean-Paul Sartre
Star, give me a million, huh? I'll leave, I promise. Definitely, I promise. I can’t stay here anymore, I’m fed up, I have no strength. This city will choke me. She'll strangle you to death, such a bitch! Just give me a million, okay? And I immediately. Right the next day. Or that same evening. I’ll just buy a suit and go to the bathhouse...
Sergey Minaev
We were the first generation to feel free to discuss orgasms from the age of fourteen and to masturbate without remorse. Moscow is not a city for virgins. The city of endless merging of bodies, destinies, souls. Hot, scalding, spraying water in hundreds of streams across rivers, taps and glasses. The city is a fairy tale. Because he is full of unfulfilled desires.
This music was written as if to help one go forward, stubbornly and almost vindictively climb up the mountain. She calls forward, forward and forward, not allowing you to stop. And then there comes a calm, as in the Vienna Woods, as if a person suddenly has a tightness in his throat from the sight of the city he is striving for, and then he throws his arms out to the sides and begins to dance in a circle... This is merciless music. A walking person is not going to stop. Forward, up, further... Now it doesn’t matter: forests, trees - all this doesn’t matter. Only one thing matters: you continue to walk... And when a drop of happiness comes again - fragrant, jubilant happiness caused by the fact that you are walking along the plateau - then this time steps sound in time with it. That's why the path doesn't end. Until the music stops playing.
Moscow at night is like a prostitute - she sells herself, and sells herself profitably and not cheaply...
No matter how alien the city is, you can always look up and see a familiar picture.
Entire cities can be built on naked love. The easiest way to find her is to leave the house and go to nowhere.
Country mansions of the rich, as a rule, are neither connected to the village nor to the city.
Why doesn’t anyone I ask about their favorite city name the city in which they were born and live?
- I don’t know, dear... Perhaps we were all scattered around the world and mixed up in it so that everyone would look for their own place. With my heart.
Write poems about the city Only a person who is sincerely attached to his small homeland, who knows this area inside and out, can do it. Only in this case is he able to convey all the uniqueness created by the same people. We know a lot of poems about the city that is the capital of Russia - about Moscow, about the city that has rightfully earned the status of a cultural capital - about St. Petersburg. (Although someone, perhaps, only at the word “Leningrad” feels warmth, he is overwhelmed by memories of joys and sorrows.) But no less interesting to us are poems about cities, the names of which we learn only from such works. All this literary creativity has one thing in common: no matter where a person lives, he considers the city where he spent his childhood, youth, and maturity to be the best on earth.
Urban lyrics can be filled with luxurious epithets and graceful metaphors. This is the desire to elevate and glorify your beloved city. However, the closest to the reader were and remain simple words of a man who walks aimlessly down the street and notices small but very important details. These, in essence, are what “real city life” consists of. Principle “What I see is what I sing” in poems about the city especially welcome. Here everything is visible without embellishment, and we ourselves can create the correct picture in our imagination.
Reading urban poetry, we can discover new aspects unknown to us different places all over the world. Or maybe such works can inspire someone to think about travel? One way or another, we see the city through the prism of the author’s perception. And this is doubly interesting.
In front of you - quotes, aphorisms and witty sayings about cities. This is a rather interesting and extraordinary selection of the most real “pearls of wisdom” on this topic. Here are collected entertaining witticisms and sayings, clever thoughts of philosophers and apt phrases of masters of the conversational genre, brilliant words of great thinkers and original statuses from social networks, as well as much more...
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In a small town, people are willing to sympathize with other people's troubles, and if you don't have any, they'll be happy to fix it.
A fashionable building will lose its youth and become obsolete in ten years. It will become less unpleasant to the eye in two hundred years, when fashion has been forgotten.
Stendhal.
If these old walls could talk, what bores they would be!
Robert Benchley.
In a big city you can see more, but in a small city you can hear more.
Jean Cocteau.
Cars have bred the suburbs and killed the city.
Cyril Northcote Parkinson.
New York is a city where a person has little use for a car or good manners.
Mignon McLaughlin.
New York: a city where everyone rebels, but no one despairs.
Harry Hershfield.
Venice is like a box of liqueur chocolates eaten in one sitting.
Truman Capote.
Paris is a populated solitude.
Francois Mauriac.
Buildings should be good neighbors for people.
Paul Tyree.
This is a world-famous personality in our city.
Geneva is the largest small city in the world.
De La Rive.
When I come to Paris, I only dine in a restaurant on Eiffel Tower. This is the only place from where this monstrous structure is not visible.
William Morris.
I cannot be indignant at the actions of Herostratus until I see the architecture of the Temple of Diana at Ephesus.
Stanislav Jerzy Lec
Venice would be a wonderful city if it were drained.
Attributed to Ulysses Grant.
By dressing this way and not otherwise, a woman promises herself to a greater or lesser extent. A provincial woman, trying to follow fashion in Paris, promises herself in the most absurd form and thereby makes herself laugh. Provincial women coming to Paris should first dress as if they were already thirty years old.
Stendhal.
Her eyes are quite beautiful for a provincial girl.
Jean Baptiste Gresset.
And the dog in the capital barks more centrally.
Stanislav Jerzy Lec.
A girl can more likely count on success in the capital, a guy - in the provinces.
A doctor can bury his mistake, an architect can only cover the walls with ivy.
Frank Lloyd Wright.
Solitude should be sought in big cities.
Rene Descartes.
Moscow became the capital thanks to its advantageous geographical location- between south, north, east and west.
From the essay of a St. Petersburg schoolboy.
A small town is like that locality, in which everyone knows everything about everyone, but buys the local newspaper to find out what the editor dares to write about.
Denny Kay.
A small town is an area where, even if you wanted to, you can't go somewhere you shouldn't be.
Alexander Walcott.
London is a wonderful place to live if you can get away from it.
Arthur Balfour.
It’s not enough to be a genius, you also have to live in the capital.
Arkady Davidovich.
Murderers and architects always return to the scene of the crime.
Peter Ustinov.
Los Angeles: seventy-two suburbs in search of a city.
Dorothy Parker.
Painting is art that can be looked at; sculpture is an art that can be walked around; architecture is an art that you can walk through.
Dan Rice.
A city where you are unlucky always seems uninteresting in architecture.
Emil Krotky.
A small town is a nice place where the neighbors themselves look out for your wife.
Baku is a great hard worker, tarred by harsh winds, wiping off salty sweat with his strong, tanned hands.
He read the city like a book, like a story about invisible buildings consumed by history.
One day I saw an old man in the mountains. He chose a cave, and all the world is dust to him. I said: “Why don’t you go to the city? You will find solace for your soul there.” He said: “The houris there are as tender as dreams, There is such mud there that elephants will get stuck.”
A city occupied by the enemy is like a girl who has lost her virginity.
A wise man should not stop in a city that does not have five things: first, a just sovereign, a strict and powerful ruler; secondly, running waters and rich lands; thirdly, scientists with practical knowledge and endowed with moderation; fourthly, skillful and compassionate healers; fifthly, generous benefactors.
I saw the city, the city was great. People lived there, angry-tongued. They always cursed each other, There both the young man and the old man cursed. In that city they shouted and screamed and lived wonderfully under the universal cry.
For any somewhat anxious person, hometown... is something very foreign, a place of memories, sadness, pettiness, shame, temptation, wasted energy.
A native of Serif told Themistocles that he owed his fame not to himself, but to his city. “Your truth,” answered Themistocles, “just as I would not have become famous if I were a native of Serif, so you would not be if you were an Athenian.”
You will never know how wonderful your hometown is until you leave there for a while.
I can’t stand the evil king, nationalism and stalls; it’s impossible to recognize the beauty and amenities of the city. The cognitive dissonance.
We even managed to come to an agreement with the Petliurists, but we have no luck with this new governor Almazov! - We have the first case when a vagrant rose in Odessa. - Wait, Misha, what about the Duke de Richelieu? He did make Odessa out of Odessa. - Oh, don’t compare me to an intelligent Frenchman with a Siberian felt boot. What valuable things does he have, Syoma? - The governor has “Russia” in Odessa. Well, that's the name of one newspaper. - Oh, don’t make my eyebrows make me laugh. In Odessa, newspapers have long been valuable only for wrapping fish.
There are too many residents in our city, too many visitors, too many cars. Everyone is in a hurry somewhere, everyone is late somewhere, there is a crush, a crush, queues everywhere, but still I love this city, this is my city, this is a very good city.
Nevsky Prospect, like any avenue, is a public avenue; that is: an avenue for the circulation of the public (not air, for example).
Are you new to the city? - I've seen almost all of Woody Allen's films, does that count? - No, they don’t have the smell of garbage and broken hopes.
Mmm, Saratov. How I love Saratov. Such a wonderful city - Saratov.
How is Silver City? - Still Silver, and still a city. - How are our relatives doing? I heard Uriel grew a mustache. - Come on?! - I don’t know, I’m stuck here, but you should know. “I haven’t been there for a couple of years, Luci.” - And where have you been? He certainly didn’t wander among people. Wait, you've been flying back and forth like some feathered bum this whole time?
How much longer? - Several blocks. - This place is so sad. - I like this. High buildings, diverse culture... - ... and narrow-minded people who are easy to rob. - There are such people in every city. - “Oh, Emerald, mistress of thieves! Please don't take my money! I already have almost no money!” - ... - Nerd.
Undoubtedly, this city is the most best city on Earth, this place means something important to each of us, someone was born here and spent happy childhood years, someone met their first love, someone achieved their first victory, someone realized their first cherished dream. Friends, I congratulate everyone on our City Day and want to wish us all a peaceful sky above our heads, bright blessings, goodness, mutual respect and wonderful opportunities for growth and development.
I wish every resident of our wonderful city happiness, prosperity and goodness! Let our city prosper, develop and become better in every sense of the word day after day! Let all residents and guests of our city enjoy every minute lived here!
I sincerely congratulate you on City Day and want to wish the eternal prosperity of this wonderful corner of the planet. Let life here be fun and happy, let children laugh loudly, let young people study successfully and work well, let everyone here feel in demand and important, let there be honor and respect for all old people. Let the city grow, develop and occupy a special place in the hearts of its residents.
Happy City Day! We wish that every resident or guest of our city is happy, lives in prosperity and prosperity. Let everyone have their own wonderful story that happened on the streets of their favorite city. We are our city!
Happy City Day! Let it develop and be comfortable and interesting for residents and guests. Let there be a lot good places where you can relax and learn something new. Let every resident be happy to live here!
I wish that your city, like a spring garden, blooms and becomes more beautiful year after year. May your beloved native streets always be clean, beautiful and joyful from the kind smiles of passers-by. I wish you stable prosperity, rising living standards and firm confidence in a happy and bright future. Happy City Day!
Congratulations on City Day and I wish you to love your city with all your heart, to be proud of your history and your people with all your soul. May this corner of the planet be covered with snowdrifts of joy in the winter, may your city bloom with beauty in the spring, may everyone in this city smile and enjoy the summer, may this city be painted with the bright colors of dreaminess in the fall. Love and prosperity to everyone.
Let everything in our city, dear fellow countrymen, always be great! I wish every city resident to live happily in goodness and prosperity, never get sick and easily realize all their goals and dreams! Let our city develop, grow and prosper! Happy City Day everyone!
Congratulations on City Day and with all my heart I wish that there will always be peace and celebration here, that this corner of the planet will be a place for happy meetings and joyful events, that our city will always prosper and give every resident good hope to fulfill your cherished dream.
Dear comrades, today is a special holiday, a holiday for all of us. Congratulations on City Day and with all my heart I want to wish that we are friendly and united, that our efforts, aspirations, strength and hopes will help our city develop and prosper. Let everyone here be happy, loved and successful in their business. Peace and goodness to everyone.