няшей быть сложно, но я стараюсь
There never was a shadow of a thought of leaving my steppes. Sometimes I try to recall my memories when I was a child, and I was dreaming of seeing the world. And still, there never was a thought of not coming back to my yellow steppes.
I studied hard enough to deserve scholarship abroad. Without any hesitation, I left my country because I always knew that I would be back home and make my country better no matter what. And deep inside I still believe I can contribute to people of Kazakhstan; I believe I will make my country great even with ordinary little bits of help.
But then... It did not come abruptly. It just started to be visible; it was the ugly naked reality that rejects patriotic feelings and love for neighbor. It just came slowly and softly - the comprehension - that back home nothing is waiting for you. It is just ineffably sad that I am going to stay in the foreign land which needs me more than my country's men.
But I have hope deep in my heart that one day Great Steppes of Saryarka will call on her children and we will back to our native soil.