Elinushka. August is like... (№ 443184)

August is like Sunday before Monday for me. This is something beautiful and good, but with some elusive deep sadness. It is felt somewhere inside, and this does not mean that it is bad with her, just somehow in a special way. And everything around you literally reminds you of this. And mowed fields, and overripe, tired grasses, and narrow paths overgrown in the forest. Throughout August, a quiet whisper is heard: keep