Clara Luchko. (№ 229588)

- Brought to you going to the village barefoot?
- Unfortunately, only in the country. When you come to the cottage, shut the gate and forget who I am and what I am. Barefoot, in torn jeans, don't look in the mirror rest on the nature. I love the smell of spring earth. When the ice melts, begins to burn the sun from the earth is steam. It's the smell of my childhood...