Once upon a time, in 1970s the author of this book walked along the streets of Kazan leaded by the hand of his grandfather. My grandfather, the son of the Kazan businessman was the first person from the dynasty of civil engineers who had passed through the wars, persecutions, career take-offs and temporary misfortunes, told a lot of stories to his grandson. Pointing to any house in Sverdlova Str.(now Peterburgskaya Str.), he explained where the merchant stalled his horse, how he was unloading goods as well as how the shop and living-rooms were arranged. It is not possible to name all. Besides, these houses do not exist anymore Thenceforth Kazan has been decorated with new modern fasilities; it has become cleaner, full of energy and bright. Kazan gained popularity in Russia and abroad. A lot of people have their own opinion about Kazan. This book contains impressions of the person who enjoys receiving guests in his native city. Impressions can vary the same way as the water-colour drop varies its direction when the artist draws in a«wet wanner» under the spring rain. Well, of course it is not a last piece of painting dedicated to the wonderful beauty on the banks of the Volga River.