Childhood begins where there first memories. My - with mention of the grandmother, her house, courtyard, village, river and forest. In memory of all those legends were andtrashnye tales about witches who turn into snakes and drink cow's milk for the year ahead for one night, the frogs that have plagued people. All this I heard a baby still, at a time when all over the country in the evening turned out the light. Then always smelled of smoke. Every Sunday my grandmother kindled this oven in the summer kitchen and kneading dough. Before you put it to bake, crosses and read prayers. The aroma of pies attracted all the neighbors, she finally generously treated. Still remember how dad took me to the lake. We went on a motorcycle and I was sitting on the tank. Father caught small Karasik, and I did not have the patience to wait for their fish. Threw the bait and did floated along the shore, and he swore that from my noise will not bite. If we were delayed for a long time, the mother scolded us, but her anger quickly turned. Just went to the forest for blackberry - it was delicious vomit in his mouth. In the fall of collected mushrooms and hazel. This man taught me to love nature and animals. Every evening he gave me and my sister stories, or poems Marshak bedtime. In general, childhood comes to mind more in the summer when you can ad lib to ride a bike, go to waste on the river all day, or play outdoors. My friends and I arranged myself Khalabuda on the branches of old trees hiding because of the heat. I remember a large meadow lily of the valley for the parental home among which was my rocking chair made between pine and atyutinoy. All of my memories and green world filled with warm yellow sunlight. While always for me to have a taste of atyutiny, strawberries, blackberries, and my grandmother's pies. The most beautiful and the most carefree time in everyone's life cheloveka.Detstvo begins where there first memories. My - with mention of the grandmother, her house, courtyard, village, river and forest. In memory of all those legends were andtrashnye tales about witches who turn into snakes and drink cow's milk for the year ahead for one night, the frogs that have plagued people. All this I heard a baby still, at a time when all over the country in the evening turned out the light. Then always smelled of smoke. Every Sunday my grandmother kindled this oven in the summer kitchen and kneading dough. Before you put it to bake, crosses and read prayers. The aroma of pies attracted all the neighbors, she finally generously treated. Still remember how dad took me to the lake. We went on a motorcycle and I was sitting on the tank. Father caught small Karasik, and I did not have the patience to wait for their fish. Threw the bait and did floated along the shore, and he swore that from my noise will not bite. If we were delayed for a long time, the mother scolded us, but her anger quickly turned. Just went to the forest for blackberry - it was delicious vomit in his mouth. In the fall of collected mushrooms and hazel. This man taught me to love nature and animals. Every evening he gave me and my sister stories, or poems Marshak bedtime. In general, childhood comes to mind more in the summer when you can ad lib to ride a bike, go to waste on the river all day, or play outdoors. My friends and I arranged myself Khalabuda on the branches of old trees hiding because of the heat. I remember a large meadow lily of the valley for the parental home among which was my rocking chair made between pine and atyutinoy. All of my memories and green world filled with warm yellow sunlight. While always for me to have a taste of atyutiny, strawberries, blackberries, and my grandmother's pies. The most beautiful and the most carefree time in everyone's life.
Dear Alex, Thanks for your last letter. I'm sorry I haven't answered earlier but I was really busy with my school. As you know my native county is Russia. My home city is Moscow. Moscow is the heart of our country. People in my city are helpful and friendly. There are a lot of places of interest in Moscow. It is a very modern and civilized city. There are also many cars , tall buildings, shopping centeres in Moscow. My town is very beautiful and it is comfortable to live here. I invite you to visit my home town ! I am sure , you will get unforgettable impressions! Alex,and what about you ? Write me about your town (city). I've got to go now because my dad asked me to help him in the garage. Write back soon! Best wishes, Mark
All this I heard a baby still, at a time when all over the country in the evening turned out the light. Then always smelled of smoke. Every Sunday my grandmother kindled this oven in the summer kitchen and kneading dough. Before you put it to bake, crosses and read prayers. The aroma of pies attracted all the neighbors, she finally generously treated.
Still remember how dad took me to the lake. We went on a motorcycle and I was sitting on the tank. Father caught small Karasik, and I did not have the patience to wait for their fish. Threw the bait and did floated along the shore, and he swore that from my noise will not bite.
If we were delayed for a long time, the mother scolded us, but her anger quickly turned. Just went to the forest for blackberry - it was delicious vomit in his mouth. In the fall of collected mushrooms and hazel. This man taught me to love nature and animals. Every evening he gave me and my sister stories, or poems Marshak bedtime.
In general, childhood comes to mind more in the summer when you can ad lib to ride a bike, go to waste on the river all day, or play outdoors. My friends and I arranged myself Khalabuda on the branches of old trees hiding because of the heat.
I remember a large meadow lily of the valley for the parental home among which was my rocking chair made between pine and atyutinoy. All of my memories and green world filled with warm yellow sunlight.
While always for me to have a taste of atyutiny, strawberries, blackberries, and my grandmother's pies. The most beautiful and the most carefree time in everyone's life cheloveka.Detstvo begins where there first memories. My - with mention of the grandmother, her house, courtyard, village, river and forest. In memory of all those legends were andtrashnye tales about witches who turn into snakes and drink cow's milk for the year ahead for one night, the frogs that have plagued people.
All this I heard a baby still, at a time when all over the country in the evening turned out the light. Then always smelled of smoke. Every Sunday my grandmother kindled this oven in the summer kitchen and kneading dough. Before you put it to bake, crosses and read prayers. The aroma of pies attracted all the neighbors, she finally generously treated.
Still remember how dad took me to the lake. We went on a motorcycle and I was sitting on the tank. Father caught small Karasik, and I did not have the patience to wait for their fish. Threw the bait and did floated along the shore, and he swore that from my noise will not bite.
If we were delayed for a long time, the mother scolded us, but her anger quickly turned. Just went to the forest for blackberry - it was delicious vomit in his mouth. In the fall of collected mushrooms and hazel. This man taught me to love nature and animals. Every evening he gave me and my sister stories, or poems Marshak bedtime.
In general, childhood comes to mind more in the summer when you can ad lib to ride a bike, go to waste on the river all day, or play outdoors. My friends and I arranged myself Khalabuda on the branches of old trees hiding because of the heat.
I remember a large meadow lily of the valley for the parental home among which was my rocking chair made between pine and atyutinoy. All of my memories and green world filled with warm yellow sunlight.
While always for me to have a taste of atyutiny, strawberries, blackberries, and my grandmother's pies. The most beautiful and the most carefree time in everyone's life.
Thanks for your last letter. I'm sorry I haven't answered earlier but I was really busy with my school. As you know my native county is Russia. My home city is Moscow. Moscow is the heart of our country. People in my city are helpful and friendly. There are a lot of places of interest in Moscow. It is a very modern and civilized city. There are also many cars , tall buildings, shopping centeres in Moscow. My town is very beautiful and it is comfortable to live here. I invite you to visit my home town ! I am sure , you will get unforgettable impressions! Alex,and what about you ? Write me about your town (city). I've got to go now because my dad asked me to help him in the garage.
Write back soon!
Best wishes,
Mark