Book: People on the margins

In childhood I liked more alleys than the streets. And still something left for me from their earlier charm. I was more fun to play in such beautiful and comfortable. And the trees and the bushes and the fence leaning towards you and sometimes touched you, as if they had hands and they like to feel your face and find out if you've been here before. And they knew you. It felt like a shared secret binds you with the lanes and the objects that were there. But the streets are... well, streets were always the same, they always had to be alert, that you have not moved the car, and in the Windows of homes always stuck up someone's face and watched his eyes, thrusting their noses into his business, so to speak, that eyes had noses.