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I spent the summer It's been an interesting summer. If the first month of rest did not differ from the previous summer vacation, I was in the city, then the next two months were the most memorable for me, I went to my aunt in the village. Namely, a day conducted in the village, I relate the most interesting events and thrills of my summer.

In the village clock is ticking slowly and hesitantly, not like in the big cities. It seems that a month has passed, and in fact took place only one week. Generally, in the morning I help aunt across the garden, but it my morning starts early. Our village is far from the village, and tap water is unheard of luxury, so I take two old iron bucket and go through three houses to the well. Water from the well is incredibly clean and very cold. Sometimes you have to do something around the house, but as soon as the first opportunity, I peremahival over the fence and ran to his friends.

In the village of my good friends. However, we spend almost all the time. In the hottest days we can sit on the banks of the river for hours. We swim, frolic and accompany views passing barge. Somehow I got from my aunt, because I missed lunch, but in fact I was not hungry. The fact that my friend Pasha brought from Uncle Sergei whole package of potatoes and we bake it right into the fire. Fack my teacher.What a pleasure to flip from one hand to another hot potato, and then to crush and eat a piece, cleaning it from the salty ash. Agree, this is not a plate of soup ready. But how much of romance and happiness carried out as if in a very different world, summer days!

In the evening I was sitting at home in this wooden hut. Usually, after dinner, my aunt came to friends, they have long sat at the large round table in the center of the room and drank tea. I was not far away, getting the big stone oven, and either treated books brought from the city, or did not do anything, as is often said the aunt "beat thumbs." Though in fact I kept a diary, and as Robinson Crusoe on a desert island, making notes, counting the days until that time, when I was taken away to the city.

Sometimes, I find myself thinking that the village is far from the island city, where life is subject to a different rhythm. Maybe because there are close to nature, or maybe just a city so far detached from this quiet life in the pursuit of technological progress. Anyway, I'm a city person and my place there in an endless stream of information, but each time leaving this quiet island of tranquility, I will remember how to spend the summer and miss my village.