Suifenhe, a city that definitely left a good mark on my soul. The city of bright colors, good-natured, open people and artistic, mystical Mists. Passing through the streets early in the morning, when you hear only the rustle of brooms cleaners, involuntarily with excitement watching the awakening of the town, which is not just “dives” into a new day, but first listens, gradually sinking into working condition. Children, old people, young people-together run, walk or do gymnastics and breathing. Even Pets sit meekly by, looking at their owners doing gymnastics. No one pushes, no one shouts, no one fusses… Everything passes under one blow of the city “pendulum”.