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Summer is the warmest, most sunny time in nature and in my life. When my friends ask me how I spent the summer, I always say, "Great!" After all, summer is a wonderful time in everyone's life.
Usually during this period I go to my grandmother in the village. The rural way of life I really like. If you want - bathe, sunbathe, play, go fishing. Immediately, nearby, mushroom-berries. You can hide with a book in the very secluded corner of the garden - and no one will find you.
What filled me most from the village life? Morning walks!
We set off early in the morning. The fog was still above the pond. It was impossible not to notice the rising sun. In the thickets near the pond, the bird is singing. Only the nightingale can sing so pure and lively. He welcomes the whole birdy brotherhood, as well as the summer morning - a quiet, azure.
There is no dust at all, on both sides of the road the spikelets, like soldiers, stretched out, and behind them - bluegrass, meadow carnation, chamomile. A good summer morning gives us hope that the day will be glorious. So, it will be possible to do everything that a wonderful summer season gives: to swim, fish, eat blueberries, strawberries. In the afternoon, with the village guys, we'll play together, make noise, shout, but for now - silence. How nice to listen to it!
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Usually during this period I go to my grandmother in the village. The rural way of life I really like. If you want - bathe, sunbathe, play, go fishing. Immediately, nearby, mushroom-berries. You can hide with a book in the very secluded corner of the garden - and no one will find you.
What filled me most from the village life? Morning walks!
We set off early in the morning. The fog was still above the pond. It was impossible not to notice the rising sun. In the thickets near the pond, the bird is singing. Only the nightingale can sing so pure and lively. He welcomes the whole birdy brotherhood, as well as the summer morning - a quiet, azure.
There is no dust at all, on both sides of the road the spikelets, like soldiers, stretched out, and behind them - bluegrass, meadow carnation, chamomile. A good summer morning gives us hope that the day will be glorious. So, it will be possible to do everything that a wonderful summer season gives: to swim, fish, eat blueberries, strawberries. In the afternoon, with the village guys, we'll play together, make noise, shout, but for now - silence. How nice to listen to it!
На ответы отвечай сама, там ты должна, там от тебя нужно