Land and People

Kazakhstan consists of a vast flatland, bordered by a high mountain belt in the southeast. It extends nearly 2,000 mi (3,200 km) from the lower Volga and the Caspian Sea in the west to the Altai Mts. in the east. It is largely lowland in the north and west (W Siberian, Caspian, and Turan lowlands), hilly in the center (Kazakh Hills), and mountainous in the south and east (Tian Shan and Altai ranges). Kazakhstan is a region of inland drainage; the Syr Darya, the Ili, the Chu, and other rivers drain into the Aral Sea and Lake Balkash. Most of the region is desert or has limited and irregular rainfall.

The population of Kazakhstan consists mainly of Muslim Kazakhs (more than 45% of the population) and Russians (some 35%, many of whom belong to the Russian Orthodox Church); there are smaller minorities of Ukrainians, Germans, Uzbeks, and Tatars. Kazakh, a Turkic language, is the official tongue, but Russian is still widely used. There is considerable friction between the now dominant Kazakhs and the formerly favored ethnic Russians, who continue to emigrate in large numbers. Almaty is the site of Kazakhstan Univ. (founded 1934) and the Kazakh Academy of Sciences (founded 1946).

POEMS

My childhood

My childhood was fun,
tough and exciting.
My childhood was one
where there wasn't much fighting.
This was my childhood.

My childhood was filled
with family and friends.
My childhood was filled
with love that tied up loose ends.
This was my childhood

My childhood” My Family

My wonderful family, I love dearly,
From my heart, I speak sincerely.
They make me laugh all the time,
Help me up, when I need to climb.

I know my family, truly care,
They don't judge me or compare.
Always welcome me with open arms,
They make sure nothing harm's.

I love my family, every day,
With this poem, I wish to convey.
I know they may be a little strange,
But I hope they never, ever, change.

Poem –My day

Work while you work,

Play while you play;

One thing each time,

That is the way,All that you do,

Do with your might;

Things done by halves

Are not done right

4 “You are my best friend”

You are my guiding star
You are my shining light
You are my everything
what helps me through the night.
You are my heart
You are my soul
You are my savoir
what makes me feel whole.

They wouldn’t dare
You are more than my sister
You are my best friend
You are the one that will be there
when my heart needs to mend.
I love you brother
more than you will ever know
You are my other half
with you I am whole

Places we love

Places we love exist only through us,
Space destroyed is only illusion in the constancy of time,
Places we love we can never leave,
Places we love together, together, together,

And is this room really a room, or an embrace,
And what is beneath the window: a street or years?
And the window is only the imprint left by
The first rain we understood, returning endlessly.

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