Степи Казахстана

There remained nothing living in the steppe everything around was dead.A lonely traveler who lost his way could neither slake his thirst satisfy his hunger.Only in one hearth fire hardly gleamed a sure sign of life.An emaciated old man welcomed the guest with kind words and offered him the rests of a thin soup.A traitor the son of a man respected by everyone opened the town s gates.But how could a viper be born from a falcon?The steppe is our great teacher.Since olden days our fate is shaped in our native land.Ученика 10 А Класса Торопчанина Андрея.