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- My village
How I love summer holidays! It’s not for nothing that summer is called a small life, because it is at this time that so many interesting things happen. But most of all I love my trips to the village to visit my grandparents, after which I have so many vivid memories.
As soon as the summer holidays come, I immediately go to stay in the village and visit my beloved grandparents. This is a very beautiful and magical place in its own way, in which everything is completely different from the fast and noisy city life. Here everything goes on as usual, quietly, measuredly. In our village there are many small houses where locals live, they raise different animals: goats, cows, rabbits, chickens, so every morning you can hear the rooster that wakes everyone up at dawn. Also, a huge number of tall and slender birch trees grow here - real symbols of Russian nature. Near the village there is a truly picturesque meadow, on which beautiful meadow flowers and deliciously smelling meadow grasses grow, and not far from it there is a river, a large number of people always gather near it, both adult fishermen and prankish children who come here to splash around in beat the heat in cool water and swim.
The most joyful experience is, of course, meeting with village friends, whom we do not see for a whole year after the end of summer. There is so much to tell, discuss and tell about my adventures at school, funny situations at home and all other things. Usually such conversations began immediately upon arrival, when everyone barely noticed my silhouette with a backpack filled with a lot of things, treats from my mother on way, gifts for grandparents and friends. Entering the house, immediately throwing my things, I hurried as best I could to run out into the yard to quickly see everyone, say hello and finally begin my story, which lasted, like the whole walk, almost until midnight, until the adults started pushing us home. And how many different adventures there were in the village! It seems to me that a whole book is not enough to tell about how much we wrote, invented and created. On hot July days, the boys and I most loved to go to the very river where we swam, splashed, and played around. And sometimes our company would set up a camp there, we would set up tents and huts, in the evening we would make fires and cook barbecues, and sometimes we would dress up as ghosts, wearing white sheets stolen from my grandmother’s bedside table, and walk around the tents at night and scare the girls. How about us? laughed! In the meadow, my favorite pastime was playing hide and seek, because behind the tall trees and thick grass it was really difficult to find someone, which is why no one wanted to be the leader, but how exciting and interesting it all was. In addition to this, tag, catch-up, distillation, rubber racing, classics. We found so much entertainment in the village. And also the girls with whom we were friends often invited us to visit them for cheesecakes, pancakes and pancakes, which they prepared themselves. You won't find such delicious pastries anywhere else.
I also came to visit my grandparents in the summer with great pleasure. After all, where else can you drink natural cow's village milk, not made in a factory, eat village sour cream with grandma's pancakes. My grandfather and I went fishing early in the morning, where he taught me everything - how to properly string bait on a hook, what kind of bait to take and where to get it to look for what kind of fishing rod to take and how to cast it so that the fish would bite, in general, he told me all the secrets in this matter and always gave me valuable advice. And in the evening, when my grandfather and I returned, my grandmother prepared a huge amount of delicacies from our catch: soup, cutlets, the smell of which all our village friends and acquaintances gathered. And then we all drank tea together and ate grandmother’s wonderful pies with strawberries, raspberries, currants, blueberries, cherries, apples. My morning in the village began with the fact that we all got up quite early and, having had breakfast with delicious porridge or pancakes, which my grandmother prepared according to her own unique and even secret recipe, I went to the garden to weed and water the beds, feed animals and carry out other household chores.
In conclusion, I will say that summer holidays spent in the village are the best time that remains in the memory forever.
