In the spring , the vice versa path to Moscow, We sluchayno proezzhaly past nebolshoho towns. Online áûë Rather bolshuyu a mortgage on wood, something to the garden is home to Nam utopaly in Color , and so on pokazalsya us krasyvыm , that not sMorly We will stand against soblazna ostanovytsya there. I nykohda áû have thought , that the small provyntsyalnomu Walk Gorodok Can deliver takoe naslazhdenye . We walked through a neighborhood garden Trejo hours and something Bolsheviks We smotrely to CEI skazochnыy Corner , themes Bolsheviks We voshyschalys im. Before we áûë genuine ancient town, polnыy a charm , How vstretysh not in our area . But we had ostavalos of time , and we pryshlos Hurry Moscow.
Life sometimes seemed to me boring, monotonous. Every day the same school, homework, rare quarrels with parents... But, something had happened that changed my attitude towards my daily routine.
Morning. I woke up with the sunlight coming through the curtains, колыхавшиеся from the slightest breath of wind. Looking at the clock that stood on тумбочке. I saw the time - 7:58. After two minutes, had to call an alarm clock. Wearily stretched, I rose from the bed and sat on its edge. Something thinking, finally overcame myself and finally broke away from her.
Почитисв teeth and having Breakfast, I finally threw parents: "Bye!" and left the house.
To pass the path, I decided to go through the Park, once separated me and my school.
"Farewell, until spring!"
You know, I absolutely forgot about everything. All problems, experiences somewhere vanished, vanished in these paints of autumn. Why? Probably because then my head was not loaded sad, sad thoughts. I was simply need though again plunge into the beauty of nature.
