ChildhoodmemoriesWhenIwasachildIusedtospendeverysummerinasmallhouseinvillage.
Allthingstherelookedlikemagic.MaybeIthoughtsobecauseIwaschild(youknowchildrenhavemoreimaginationthanadults)ormaybe…no,noandno!Idon’tbelieveinfairytalesanymore!Anywaythatplacewasn’tdepriveditsunusualanduniquebeauty.Therewasonlyonebigroadcrossedthrowthevillage.Allhousesinvillagehadonlyoneortwofloors,notbigger.Ingeneral,thevillagewasverysmallandcalm.
Ihadthreeclosefriendsthere.Parentswereallowingustogoanywherewherewewantandwesurveyedallinterestingplacesinvillageandnearit,suchasstables,aclayopen-castmine,anabandonedhouse,woodandlake,andmany,manyotherthings.Especially,Irememberasmallriverinthewood.Thewaterinitwassocleanandtransparent,thatwecouldseeallstonesatthebottom,andsocold,thatwhenwehadputourhandsinitweinstantlyfeltapain.Thewoodarounduslookedlike…Ithink,Icandescribeit,butifyouread“TheChroniclesofNarnia”orwatchedthefilm,youcanimaginewhatwecouldsee.
Inmyopinionnomatterwhoareyouorwhereareyoufrom…Themostimportantwhereyouspentyourchildhood,becausethisplaceisalwaysinyourheart.NowIliveinSt.Petersburgandwasbornthere,butIdon’tlikethiscity.St.Petersburgiscalled“ThesecondcapitalofRussia”.Idon’tlikebigcities.NowIcanseriouslysaythatmychildhoodinvillagewasthehappiesttimeinmylife.
Childhoodalwaysmustbethehappiesttime,isn’tit?
