The sky. The plane. Girl (№ 84297)

- I remember the beach in my childhood. I stand in this straw hat. Then sit down and bury feet in the sand. No people. A boat station. A drunk boater was still. The sun is a four-hour evening. Coming on a Bicycle middle-aged man. Scattered and thrown into the water, and
with the sounds of sails and in a second turns into a dot on the middle of the river!..
- What were you doing there?
- I was guarding grandma's rugs that she had washed in the river. Then it was fashionable - wash to water bodies.