"The snowy weather conquered my soul"
Minsk, a city am forever proud to call home
"The trees are now in bloom as in the summer only with snowy leaves."
Beautiful, alluring, no one wants to leave
"Snowflakes fly like insects in the summer."
Chased after by hooded kids from all corners
This collection of replies will be a continuation of what the future holds for a city like Minsk.

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