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This summer has been interesting. The first month of rest was very similar to the previous summer holidays, as I stayed in the city. However, the next two summer months turned out to be amazingly interesting for me - I spent them in the village with my aunt. It is with these days spent outside the city that I have connected the brightest events and indelible impressions of my summer.
Time in the village passes slowly, not at all like in megacities. It feels like a whole month has passed, when in fact it's only been a week. My morning usually starts with helping my aunt in the garden. Our village is far from the village, and tap water is an unheard of luxury. So I go to the well with two old iron buckets. The water in it is amazingly clean and very cold. I also help my aunt around the house, but at the first opportunity I run to play with my friends.
I have good friends in the village. We spend all our free time together. In the hottest time, we sit for hours on the bank of the river. Having bathed, we frolic with might and main and look at the passing barges. One day I got slammed by my aunt for not coming to dinner. But in fact, I didn’t feel like eating at all, because together with my friend Pashka we baked potatoes in a fire. It is such a pleasure to transfer a red-hot potato from hand to hand, and then break it open and eat it piece by piece. Agree that this is not a bowl of cooked soup? And most importantly - how much romance and happiness in these summer days, spent as if in another world!
I spent summer evenings in a real wooden hut. As a rule, after dinner my aunt was visited by her friends. Sitting at a large round table, they drank tea. And I hid on a big stone stove, or looked at books, or "beat the thumbs", as my grandmother used to say. And to tell the truth, I kept a diary, and, like Robinson Crusoe on a desert island, I counted the days left before returning to the city.
Sometimes it occurs to me that the village is an island remote from the city, and life on it obeys a different rhythm. Either because of the proximity to nature, or perhaps simply because the big cities in the endless pursuit of technical progress have broken away from a calm, measured life. But be that as it may, I am a city person. So that's where my place is. And yet, every time I leave this quiet island of calm, I will miss my village.