Children's stories about "How I spent the summer"
Yakovleva Yana, group "Joy"
- This summer, I was vacationing in the village with my brother. Our old grandfather lives there. There are many different animals in the village. I helped my grandfather pick berries. I also really liked swimming on the Volga. It was a lot of fun.
Filatov Kirill, group "Joy"
- This summer I went to North Caucasus. I was in the city of Stavropol with relatives. Stavropol is a very beautiful city. I lived in big house. I swam in a large pool, sunbathed. And then I went by car to the mountains of Dombai. They are very beautiful and big. We visited the Teberdinsky Reserve, which is 30 years old. I saw live bears, bison, wild boars. I liked it all very much.
Egorova Sasha, group "Joy"
- Summer flew by quickly. I often went to the playgrounds with my grandmother. I enjoy swings and merry-go-rounds, slides and climbing on exercise equipment. Three times I went with adults to the grove, where I picked flowers. Was visiting. I went to their garden with my grandparents. It burned there. I went to the Volga with my dad. There I sunbathed and ate kebabs. Good summer!
Now I go to kindergarten. The group is fun. The teachers and assistant are the same - Irina Aleksandrovna, Vera Valentinovna and Tatyana Platonovna.
Rymakov Sasha, group "Joy"
- Every summer, my family and I try to go to the village to visit our grandmother, usually for a week, but this time my brother and I persuaded my mother to stay for another week.
The most interesting and favorite activity with my brother Yegor is fishing. If we catch grasshoppers, then we go to the river, and when we dig up worms, we catch crucians on the lake.
But once Yegor and I overslept fishing. Since the fish bite early in the morning, granny didn’t wake us up, she took pity on us and left without us. And when we woke up, one large carp was already fried in the pan, with its tail crawling out over the edges of the pan. On the one hand, we were offended, and on the other, we were proud of our grandmother, because no one had fished on a river of this size for a long time.
And the neighbor, Uncle Andrey, tied a net for us and we ran along the street and tried to catch butterflies. The older kids did better than me. We planted butterflies in glass jars and admired them, and then released them into the wild.
This is how I spent my time with my grandmother in the village. I was sad to part with the village children, and most of all with my great-grandmother.
Zemlyanskaya Anya, group "Joy"
- In the summer, my mother and father went to the village to visit my grandparents. They made us very happy. My grandfather and I went fishing and caught a few fish. At home, I washed the fish under the faucet, because it was very slippery, and gave it to the cat Puska. I love her so much.
I also have a beloved dog Tobik. He always whines and waits for me when I treat him with bones or sausage.
My grandmother loves to take care of her chickens, there are a lot of them. When I gave them grain, they ran to me and started pecking. I was very afraid, so I gave the grass through the net.
We also went to the dacha, through the village. Our grandmother Lyuba lives there and she has a bull. He walks, tied on a rope, and I brought crackers and water for him.
Mom's story about how Andryusha Karpov spent the summer
group "Joy"
This summer, Andryusha went to the dacha in Pushchino.
The weather was hot. The whole family went to the Volga through the pine forest. Our nature is very beautiful. Herons live there. Andryusha watched their nests. The herons sat in their nests in the tops of the pines. The birds were very large and screamed loudly.
On the banks of the Volga, Andryusha saw a live crayfish, watched the sailing ship. He sunbathed, swam in the Volga, collected shells, pebbles, built a sand fortress. When we returned from a walk, we saw a hedgehog near the house and fed it with milk.
Andryusha also went to the village of Elbarusovo. I saw domestic animals there: cows, pigs, geese, chickens. He helped grandfather in his work: he carried buckets of water, picked berries. He liked the village very much.
We recently bought Andryusha a turtle. He was very happy, called her Pasha. He took care of her, fed her, walked with her on the street.
Andryusha loves to play chess, checkers, dominoes. He loves being read to. Over the summer, he listened to The Wizard of the Emerald City, Dunno on the Moon. He liked them.
Favorite place in the city - Cathedral Square. In the summer, he often walked there, rode swings, quad bikes, and inflatable trampolines.
He also likes to walk along the Walk of Fame, where there are tanks and guns.
In the summer I visited exhibitions at the art museum, saw monkeys, parrots, butterflies, snakes.
He liked visiting the circus: cycling bears, monkeys, dogs, clowns.
Andryusha has many musical instruments: button accordion, harmonica, drum, piano, guitar, pipe. In the evenings she likes to sing karaoke, play instruments and dance.
He went to the cinema "Atal", watched children's cartoons "Panda Kungfu", "Cars".
Andryusha also likes to walk in the Elnikovskaya grove, plays football there in the meadow, rode ponies and cars.
He has many friends of schoolchildren in the yard. They ride bikes and scooters together, play different games.
Nowhere is summer felt so distinctly and clearly as in the countryside. Many, recalling their childhood in the countryside, begin the story something like this: “You wake up from a hot sunbeam that slid across your face and fell through the curtain. You drink a glass of milk with rolls and rush barefoot into the garden for fresh radishes. All day outside: biking, fishing, games. Due to the proximity of nature and the inaccessibility of many of the benefits of civilization, such as recreation centers, village children invent entertainment for themselves from what is nearby. "Letidor" asked adults and children who spent their youth in the village about traditional village children's amusements, which may seem unusual to a city dweller.
Conduct agricultural experiments
A garden for villagers is often not a joy, but an everyday duty. You have to walk with a watering can through the beds in the morning or spend several hours weeding, looking for weeds. Some children turn a routine into a pleasure, investing cognitive or competitive goals in their usual activities: not just grow a carrot, but trace its growth from seed to fruit, not only spud potatoes, but arrange competitions with their brother "who will get to the fence first". Some people conduct real botanical experiments: they set up their own beds, grow vegetables on their own "from and to". By the way, such agronomic fun is gaining popularity among the urban residents of Europe. Events where children are introduced to the beds and the garden are named with the prefix "eco". As part of ecotourism, children are taken on an excursion to the village, they show how carrots, onions, and potatoes grow in vegetable gardens, they let children look after plants and feed vegetables from the garden.
Natalia, 14 years old:“Every year, since I was eight years old, I make my own garden. Because when something of yours grows, it is very pleasant, you feel that your work leads to a specific visible result. I grow something new every year. A couple of years ago, my mother was presented with a beautiful cookbook with pictures and recipes for unusual dishes. I have a hobby - to cook these dishes and please my parents. One day I came across a recipe that called for string beans. What it is, I had no idea. We only had the usual red or white beans, in bags. I decided to grow beans in pods. She worked hard all summer. When the pods became, in my opinion, suitable, I finally prepared the dish for which everything was started. It turned out awful, the pods were very tough! Who would have warned that the beans need special, green beans, and not ordinary. But I do not lose heart, I do not abandon my own garden, this year I have a simpler experiment - I plant different varieties of lettuce, and greens - basil and mint.
Your own dog or cat is simple and understandable, you can hardly surprise anyone with such pets. Cows, pigs, chickens in the parental backyard, too, of course. But to create their own livestock, even if not at all large-horned, but small and peaceful, not every child can do it.
Maria Ivanovna, 56 years old:“I have two neighbors, Sasha and Leshka, blond twins, five years old. These peanuts from infancy have been running their "subsistence farm" - the "farm" of rabbits. There are ten adult animals and about the same number of small ones. These two young guys are very hardworking, they still can’t read or write, but they work no worse than some adults. Rabbits require regular care, every morning, afternoon and evening Sasha and Leshka go to the garden or with their father to the nearest meadow, tear grass, feed and water the rabbits. The boys are very proud of their work, if anyone asks about the household, they talk about their pets with pride. Yesterday I asked: “How many pieces have you already bred rabbits?”. They answered: “We still do not know how to count. Many".
In absolutely any village you will definitely see schoolchildren on motorcycles, cars, tractors, scooters. The boys here sit behind the wheel as soon as their feet grow to the pedals. They ride without helmets and seat belts, but this seems to be natural and normal for local parents.
Sergey, 14 years old:“The most important thing is to have transport, at least some kind, and an old scooter with a trailer, and a forty-year-old Ural, and a new motorbike, and even my father’s tractor will do. Whether you're cool or not, transport is not judged here. It is important in what company you are and with whom you are friends. And what to ride, it does not matter. Lekha, my friend, my grandfather gave the Ural, he tuned it and painted it, I have an old Izh, my father and I repaired it while he was driving. I also put light bulbs on it so that it glows in the dark.
I’ve been driving a motorcycle since I was three years old, my father put me behind the wheel for the first time at three years old, in front of me on the gas tank, I taxied, he belayed. I went myself, probably in the first class, I don’t remember exactly. We chase for speed, mother swears for it, of course, we go to the forest for mushrooms, we ride the girls. Of course, we all know that you can only drive after 16 years, but who will control us here? Traffic cops come by on great holidays, and those acquaintances of acquaintances will not catch and fine their own.
The closeness of nature is conducive to gathering and hunting. You can go for mushrooms and berries, collect birch sap or ferns. Even the most ordinary fishing is an adventure for boys. Get up at five in the morning, and go to a pond or a river at dawn - why not rural romance for you. But fish is still trite, it is much more entertaining to hunt gophers or catch crayfish.
Eugene, 35 years old:“Our village is located in the steppe, right behind the houses there are gopher burrows right in the ground, near country roads, in the field. And we, being children, went to "pour out" gophers. So, of course, we didn’t need them at all, but the process itself was fascinating. They gathered in a large company, collected buckets of water at home and dragged them to the burrows. Gopher dwellings are end-to-end: each hole has two entrances from the surface, and you can trace them without difficulty. One person stands at one entrance, the other, with water, at the second. On command, water is poured into the hole from one side, and the gopher, saving his skin, runs to the second free exit, where he is immediately caught. Sometimes the caught gophers were roasted on a fire and eaten, but more often they were released.
Alexey, 15 years old:“We chase crayfish to our lake, our family loves them very much. For bait, you need rotten fish, so we catch carp in advance and leave them in the sun to slightly deteriorate. We take gear, these are nets closed on all sides, with small holes, the size of crayfish. We charge these tackles with fish, get on the boat and sail to choose places. You need to know the places, because the crayfish is such a beast, it can sit ten meters from your crayfish and he wanted to spit on all your tricks. After you have set the gear, you just need to drive and check the traps, remove the caught crayfish and put them in the tank. You can catch a couple of buckets at a time, if you're lucky."
It would seem the same thing as sitting in the evenings on a bench at the entrance. Similar, but not quite, the difference in the degree of freedom that the villagers have. Here, mom will not scream out the window “Lenka, go home!” and you can sit at least half the night and count the stars.
Alena, 30 years old:“As a child, I spent every summer in the countryside. My aunt lived there, who alone raised 9 children. All our relatives considered it their duty to come and help her with the garden, mowing, preparations for the winter. For us, children, it was a real paradise, a large children's company and almost no control from adults: in the village everyone knows each other, and nothing bad could happen to us. They came home in the morning, satisfied and happy, before going to bed they drank a glass of milk, with bread and jam.
It is so unofficially established in the village that the children usually gather “outside the fence” with one of the company, so the mound of our house for the summer became the “cultural and leisure center” of the village, there were always a lot of children here. We played ball, ate currants, and talked. They liked to sit up late and count the stars. Someone brought a map of the starry sky, and we spent nights looking for constellations: here is the Ursa Major Bucket, here is the North Star.
You rarely see stars in the city, I don’t even remember when I looked at the starry sky for the last time. I heard a funny story on this topic: in 65 in New York, the power was turned off throughout the city, then for the first time many people saw the stars in the sky and mistaking them for UFOs and alien invasion, they cut off the emergency phone in a panic. Whether it's in the village - the sky is close, close and the stars are in full view.
At first glance, what a fun it is! But, no matter how strange it may sound, it turns out that the trips for cows turn out to be the brightest event of the day for some village children. Local discos are entertainment for the elders, mass holidays are a rare event, but here you can show yourself and look at others.
Olga, 13 years old:“In the evenings we go to meet the cows. In the morning we take them to the herd, they graze all day, and in the evening we go outside the village and wait for the herd to start coming out from behind the hillock. Then we look for our cows and take them home, if we don’t meet them, they will fight off and go for a walk. A lot of people gather, almost the whole village, we sit and wait. grandmother latest news they discuss whether we ride bikes or play different games, ball and catch-up. What I also like is that only there you can meet some of the new guys who have come, for example, to visit their grandmother. Because it’s somehow not customary for us to communicate with children from other streets, especially in summer, in our village the streets are friendly, in my company everyone is from Oktyabrskaya, there are neighbors from Pushkin and Naberezhnaya.
The space and large undeveloped territories are conducive to the search for secluded corners for the construction of children's hiding places and parking lots. Having your own orphanage leads to amazing transformations: a slut zealously guards order in his hut, a fidget neatly paints the entrance with paints, a hooligan sets clear rules of behavior within the walls of his home.
Dima, 20 years old:“In the summer we ran away from home to the river. A willow grew on a hillock, and we built a hut under it. From boards, logs, huge burdock leaves. One day, my father brought home old boxes for kindling the stove, wakes up in the morning, but there are no boards - in the evening we stole everything for the construction of our hut. There were screams! But then he came, looked at our house and stopped cursing, well, he says, they built it, you won’t find fault. So they played in the hut all summer, practically lived, brought food from home and dined right there.
Dmitry, 27 years old:“In my childhood, as I remember now, they showed on TV the children's program “Jungle of Animals”. There, children, two teams, passed relay races, climbed labyrinths, passed some distances. We, the villagers, then were very jealous of the participants and everyone dreamed of getting there. And we decided to train with friends, just in case. Behind the gardens, we had a construction dump, an unfinished house, and next to it were piles of bricks, tall grass, boards, old wheels from cars.
Every day we went to this dump and built our own towns, where we had to jump on wheels, walk on narrow boards raised to a decent height, crawl on the grass, jump on bungee ropes - ropes tied to a tree, the finish line was an old crumpled car, which should have taken it first.
They stuck around on our battlefield for days, built and competed, again completed the construction of new obstacles, came up with tasks. Then adults even began to come to us, watch, cheer for the participants. Most of all I liked it when it got dark, and we all did not want to disperse. They lit a lantern at a neighboring house and continued the game, together with their parents.
The cleanest air, filled with the freshness of mowed grasses, endless horizons of ripe wheat ... Village summer is an extraordinary charm of silence and solitude, captivating aromas of wildlife, sparkling coolness of fast rivers and mirror lakes.
This summer spent by me in the village will be remembered for many years. Here everything wakes up with the first rays of the sun, and, waking up at dawn, I could greedily inhale this incomparable smell of the morning, enjoy the gentle colors of sunrise and watch how the sun disk, rising, becomes hotter and hotter.
Morning in the countryside can give you such wonderful entertainment as going to the river, swimming in clear water, where nimble fish scurry about. You can go to the forest in search of berries, ride a bike through the picturesque surroundings. And even an ordinary village breakfast, hearty and incredibly tasty, complemented by a mug of warm fresh milk, can be a great start to a new day for any city dweller.
However, summer holidays in the countryside are not only about enjoying a leisurely vacation, but also about hard work. And I, along with other village children, tried to be useful and help with everyday housekeeping. I fed chickens and ducks with grain, collected juicy grass for rabbits, grazed geese in the meadow, drove a cow out to pasture, got buckets full of the freshest cold water from the well, weeded the beds, climbing high on the apple tree, tore ripe and sweet fruits. But any work, at the same time, gave me sincere joy, and, seeing the results of my work, I understood how important it is to be a truly diligent and diligent worker in order to achieve success in life and strengthen my will.
And how pleasant it is to end your day at the evening dawn, when a bright sunset floods the sky, and the air is filled with marvelous aromas. How wonderful it is to dine with appetite on the open veranda, realizing that this long and troublesome day was not in vain. A short walk after dinner, the tranquility of a sleeping village - a unique impression of my summer, where I found real happiness and joy, the brilliance of every day.
Oh, how the wind rises! What dark heavy clouds are coming from the east! Thunder is heard. Lightning on the horizon strikes directly into the ground. There is a storm. Thunderstorms are especially strong in summer, and you don’t know what to expect from them. The wind got stronger. Trees bend. It's starting to get dark...
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Every year, in the summer, I go to the village to my grandmother. I spend all summer there. It's very good there. I have many friends there. And most of all I love spending time with my horse. Her name is Sparta. My grandmother has a lot of animals, there is a cow named Zorka, every evening my grandmother and I go to her green grass (green grass is freshly cut grass). There are two little pigs, chickens and geese. And there are many, many rabbits.
Every morning I wake up, take Sparta and go to the river. There we meet friends and have fun until lunch. Then I take care of my five-year-old horse, clean it, feed it and take it to the stable. And in general it’s very good in the village. The air is fresh and so beautiful. Nature untouched by man.
My friends are Vadim, Alina and Dasha. They live in the village. And they are different. They are not like city kids. They are kind and responsive. Always ready to help. And they know how to cheer up.
This year, grandfather's dog of a hunting breed named Trumpeter brought a little fox. And my friends and I fed him milk from a baby bottle. And so, by the end of the summer, he grew up, but does not want to leave us. Stayed with my grandmother. Grandfather made an aviary for him and now I have my own fox, but they haven’t figured out what to call it yet. It turned out to be a girl.
Of course, I was engaged not only in rest, but also helped my granny with the housework. They watered the garden, fed the chickens and geese. I cleaned the rabbits' cages and filled the bowls with fresh water, twice a day. And my friends help me in these matters. Then I also help them with the housework. This is how I spend the summer with my grandmother.
So the summer has come to an end, and so I don’t want to return to the city, where there are a lot of cars and everything is not like that. But you need to go to school. All year long I will look forward to summer. Memories will resurface bright colors in my mind. And I know that next summer will be even more interesting and colorful.
Essay No. 2
Summer in the village is gorgeous, the crowing of roosters wakes people up as soon as the sun rises. Fragrant smells flowering trees and flowers cannot but attract attention, and a large piece of jasmine generally drives you crazy with its sweet smell.
Every summer vacation I go to my grandmother in the village. There, fresh air, home-made products, great farming and wide open spaces for games. I have a friend Vaska, he lives two houses away from us, we always play together.
I also enjoy watching little chickens and goslings when Grandma turns them out to graze on the back lawn. They pinch the green grass so cute, but as soon as their mothers give a special sound, they all immediately hide under the wing of their parent.
When I was little, I loved to pluck kulbaba blossoms and inflate white fluffs, and now I help to collect this greenery, and we feed the rabbits. There is a lot of work in the village and I try my best to help, because my grandmother is already quite old, and she bakes my favorite flatbread with cabbage as a reward for my help.
Composition 2 option
I live in big city filled with thousands multi-storey buildings and millions of cars. Where nowhere there are green lawns, a small number of trees and flower beds, but all this is incomparable with the beauty of the countryside.
Every year I look forward to the summer holidays so I can visit my grandparents in the countryside again. There are all around, wherever you look, forests, fields, very close to the river and several lakes. There are very few cars, and the air is clean, clean. In the morning, roosters wake up their owners, birds sing, trees rustle quietly with a small gust of wind. Grandmother's flowers smell of many aromas and delight with their beauty.
From early childhood, I fell in love with the lesson of driving ducks to the lake, not because I like to watch the picture of how they swim, but because my grandmother gives me a bag with all sorts of goodies. I don’t know why, but a fresh piece of bread with bacon and, just plucked from the garden, a cucumber seems to be much tastier in nature than at a table in the kitchen. And that year, for the first time, my grandfather and I fried bacon on a fire, I even could not imagine how tasty it could be.
My granny worked in a hospital all her life, although I repeatedly told her that cooking is her forte. Will she fry a simple scrambled egg, so that you can swallow it with a fork, or are these eggs, homemade? I don’t have an answer to this, but in the village I gobble up everything that is put on the table with pleasure, and my mother keeps complaining, they say, I don’t eat well.
After a long day at work, we take a shower in a summer shower, this is a small building one meter by a meter, on the roof of which there is a tank. In the morning, water is poured there and during the day under the scorching sun, the water heats up to a hot state, which has to be refilled with cold water.
When I finish my studies, I will definitely move to live in the village. Just like grandfather and grandmother, I will keep a large farm and my own garden. I will find a job to my liking in the place, so that I can go to the city, only occasionally and less breathe this heavy air with a lot of exhaust gases.
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Parents decided to spend the summer in the village with their grandmother. What nonsense I have so many plans for the summer with my friends. I was against living in the wilderness three best of the month a year, without friends and a computer. But it was impossible to convince the parents. After collecting our things, we went to the station. There, in a big train, we traveled for twelve hours, and even with a change. Even then I realized that this would be the most terrible vacation of my life. We arrived in a small village, there were only ten houses and one shop in it. We arrived in the evening, it was already getting dark, in the village there was a terrible smell of manure, and a lot of dirt. I felt disgusted and sorry for myself, because I would have to live here for three whole months. The house was even worse: wooden floors, a roof that leaked just a nightmare. The bed was not comfortable, and I hardly got enough sleep, and even in the morning I was awakened by an annoying rooster. I glanced at the clock on the wall, it was only six in the morning. There was nothing to do but go to breakfast. The breakfast wasn't good either. Grandmother fried pancakes and gave milk, but I don't like it. I had to go to inspect the village hungry. The women hurried to the cowsheds and fed the cattle, the men were in the field, and the children played in the mud, they had fun and were not at all disgusted, grimacing, I went to the store. I must say I have never seen such small shops. There are large supermarkets in the city, with a huge amount of choice, but here there was almost nothing, but the locals were proud of it. As it turned out, this is the only store in five villages. I felt terrible and wanted to go home to fall into a soft bed and sit in contact. But my parents did not pay attention to all my persuasion to leave, saying that I would still like it here. A week has passed, I already wanted to run away from here, but I had to endure. Country food was disgusting to me and I ate almost nothing. Out of boredom, I did not know where to put myself. And so my grandmother sent me to the forest for mushrooms. Making my way through the bushes I tore new clothes and got dirty, I picked mushrooms, thinking how to take revenge on my parents for such a terrible vacation. And suddenly it started to rain. Wet through and through, I stood under a sprawling oak tree, when suddenly there was laughter. I already wanted to kill the one who laughed so loudly, and I saw a barefoot guy who, bursting into laughter, rushed through the wet under the tree where I was standing. The first thing I noticed was shoulder-length blond hair, then ocean-blue eyes. He, laughing, circled in the rain and nearly knocked me off my feet. His blue eyes looked at me curiously. He saw a short girl with brown hair and gray eyes. I was never proud of myself, considering myself ugly, and now I lowered my eyes, seeing such a handsome guy in front of me. I immediately blushed, my clothes were torn and I got dirty. Filled with tears, I wanted to run away, but the guy grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, calmly wiped my tears and hugged me. I felt uncomfortable, and he noticed this, released me from his arms and looked at me seriously. You are not local. It sounded like a statement, not a question. I nodded. - You know, walking through the forest in such clothes is not only uncomfortable, it's just dangerous. – Looking at me with blue eyes, he said it in such a way that I felt ashamed. I really wanted to run away, but the guy grabbed my hand and led me along. The guy dragged me to a neighboring village, it turned out that he lives here. It is necessary to clarify his name was Misha. He took me to the house. Everything is just like Grandma's. I saw a very beautiful woman, she busied herself around the house. She had long black hair braided into a tight braid, green eyes, she was a real village beauty. - Mom, I'm not alone. Misha said. Who this time. Cat dog? The woman asked and turned around. She looked at me in surprise. - Did you climb in the swamp? - We were in the forest. And I'm generally clean, and she's from the city. - The guy answered. - Now it's clear! Smiling, my mother said. The woman took my hand and led me away. Misha's mom washed and dressed me, I was terribly awkward. She gave me a beautiful flowery dress. Thinking about it, I returned home. My parents looked at me in surprise. I walked in a beautiful dress that I would never wear in the city. They decided enough was enough and wanted to leave, but I agreed to stay. Getting up early in the morning, along with the roosters, I went down to breakfast, today there were pancakes with milk that I didn’t like so much. Grandma put an empty plate in front of me, saying that I didn’t eat anything anyway. “Grandma, forgive me. I want to eat. I hugged my grandmother tenderly. She smiled and gave me breakfast. I ate pancakes and drank milk. My parents and grandmother looked at me smiling. After breakfast, I again went to the forest for mushrooms, since I did not bring them yesterday. Gathering mushrooms, I kept thinking about Misha. Lost in my thoughts, I did not notice anything. - Hey! - came from behind me. I turned around and saw the one with whom all my thoughts were occupied. – What is your name, anyway? Misha asked. - I'm Arina. The guy looked into my basket and laughed - There are only grebes here. - I don't understand them. - I said calmly. - Can I help you? Misha suggested. I nodded. He led me to the river. There were a lot of mushrooms, while I was picking them, Misha picked a bunch of beautiful flowers and gave them to me. Now life in the village did not seem so terrible to me, I was happy. Misha did not let me get bored, we went to the forest or to the river, he showed me a bunch beautiful places. I forgot my city friends and fell in love with Misha with all my heart. He was absolutely not like the city guys, kind, affectionate and very caring. It's time to say goodbye. I didn't know how to tell Misha about my feelings and I had to leave. After saying goodbye to my beloved, I did not say a word about my feelings, but said that I would come next summer. My parents and I came to the city. Now it's hard for me to breathe here. I missed Misha, my grandmother, peace and quiet, the smell of fresh milk, even the annoying rooster. I went to school and saw that people in the countryside are much better than in the city. I was disappointed in city friends. And melancholy came upon me. One morning I was awakened by a scream. - Arina, Arina. I looked out the window and saw Misha. I was surprised how he found me and at the same time I was glad. It turned out that he could not live without me, he found out from my grandmother where I live, and rushed to me. It was raining and we hugged. I convinced my parents and went to live with my grandmother. She studied and lived in the countryside. This is how my best vacation went.
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