village [Theme]

I can not fall asleep. And I can't read. I don’t turn on the light so as not to wake up Katya. That's who doesn't have problems sleeping. And I can’t sleep in this silence! It’s so quiet here, it’s as if you’re sitting in a deep basement. Moscow is never so quiet. Always cars. Always people. The computer is noisy. Or a washing machine. Or water is pouring. It turns out that there are people who live in silence. And without water.

In general, I understood how a person’s relationship with a summer residence develops over a lifetime. At first you think never

Russia without a village is not Russia. Yes, we have chosen the path followed by the so-called civilized world. We should act more carefully, but we - immediately: we do not want to lag behind. We want out of our skin. But the city is the surface of life, and the village is the depth, the roots. People came from there, bringing with them fresh voices, fresh feelings. No matter how many reservoirs we build, we like to drink spring water.

So, it's twenty-five miles from here, your honor. Well, actually, not twenty-five, there ... The village of Rossokha. A detachment of sabers is about three hundred, well, maybe not three hundred there ... There are carts. Well, I can just say in front of witnesses that nothing can be guaranteed. Nothing can be guaranteed. If pressed against the river, in my opinion, the cover.

I don't know anything better than plain country food.

Eyes into the depths of being...

Are you familiar with such blind corners, where it is not clear why, a railway station arose, where, over several dirty houses and a dilapidated factory, a great infinity seemed to freeze, and the fields around were doomed to eternal barrenness, where you suddenly feel some kind of hopelessness. since not a single tree, not a single church belfry is visible around?

This Village belongs to the Castle, and whoever lives or sleeps here actually lives and sleeps in the Castle. And no one is allowed to do this without the Count's permission.

Even in sight.

A province is not a distance, it is a worldview.

The forest berry is ripe,
And all abandoned business,
Our village is empty,
In the forests zarechnye gone.
And there is a clearing, not a clearing -
Wood tablecloth-samobranka.
Until it's full of tuesok,
You won't be let out by the fishing line.

It gave off warmth

- I hope you have something to smell like.
- Well, is it that your father's anxieties are over, yes.
- Congratulations, Stoic, what a relief!
- No more slee nerd, how!
- And there's nothing to be sad about!
- The whole village feasts on occasion!
- Did he perk?
- Yes, he left in the morning, but who will accuse him, you know, it is hard, the life of a celebrity, he has no rest in the village, fans do not give a pass ...
- Hiccup?
- Well, who would have thought, he has his own approach to dragons!

Sally, just find out what these blue monkeys want. We tried to give them medicine, education, roads, but no, they love dirt. I would not take a steam bath, but unfortunately, their village is located on the largest deposit of anobtanium, 200 kilometers around. They sit there on my grandmothers.