How leaped paint colorful lights over our house. Yes shaggy ran up to the top of the roof rays. Know everything! Marvelous time to come. How I love the summer heat, drizzle in the evening and picnicking outdoors. I can say one thing: no matter how big did not seem our family, we will always be there, and our hearts will never cease to beat. Love and affection - that's what makes us closer!Tell you an interesting story. It happened once all the family to visit at a party with friends. Their house was on the edge of the forest. Because of the thick branches of trees to be seen inhabitants of the forest. They are probably afraid of the "guests from the province." Their hut was not on chicken legs and conventional brёvnyshkah.God, how everything is beautiful! Divine cedar smell wafting from a wooden hut, turn our heads. We were very pleased to find himself again here. Good-natured, friendly hosts widely open to us dragged upward secular boron door. And then, out of the blue, open the doors of crept curly head cheerful children. These were their children.Joyous greeting continued inside the cabin. Hostess baked in the oven rosy cakes with strawberries, which recently tore their children near the house. His little wife invited us for a large table, which was strewn with ornate dishes.
In school I was going to be happy. We lived in the village. Where was the school I knew.
But when my mother took me by the hand, and trim for the first time in school, it stunned me. I thought so many people I have never seen in my life.
Adults had no less than children. All were with flowers, elegant and fun.
Then the steps mentioned any speech, played loud music.
But when someone's hands tore me from my mother, and led somewhere, I roared with fright. And, apparently, very loud. Because behind me roared our whole class.
So we went fifteen crying children, the hand with the older students, through a line of laughing students.
And after Semyon our mothers. Some are still on the run and managed to dry the tears of his "first-class" flock.
In school I was going to be happy. We lived in the village. Where was the school I knew.
But when my mother took me by the hand, and trim for the first time in school, it stunned me. I thought so many people I have never seen in my life.
Adults had no less than children. All were with flowers, elegant and fun.
Then the steps mentioned any speech, played loud music.
But when someone's hands tore me from my mother, and led somewhere, I roared with fright. And, apparently, very loud. Because behind me roared our whole class.
So we went fifteen crying children, the hand with the older students, through a line of laughing students.
And after Semyon our mothers. Some are still on the run and managed to dry the tears of his "first-class" flock.