Old photographs are similar to the distant starlight - they have long disappeared, but you see them in the night sky.
They remind you of events, feelings and restore you not a second in the past. As if for a moment you make a hyper-jump shuttle (hmmm ... "hyper leap garlic" big name for a burger with garlic on the theme of the room at the bar).
But we will not be disturbed, this post is serious with the philosophy claim. At any rate, I am at first, at this moment, I plan.
Everyone should have his own home, a place where he feels good and he feels like being outside the walls of an ancient fortress.
This is not necessarily a building or a building, just a place or time, or rather their totality. Apparently I just wrote the definition of happiness - a collection of time and place where you feel good.
For me, always a place like that is Belarus, certainly not the whole country, but the place where I spend all my childhood and my youth.
If you do not mind, I'll tune your telescope to my star and tell you a little bit. I'll be brief, otherwise astronomy would be boring.
It's a ferry! We have to go to the other side of the river, we have to sweat a bit, but it's worth it. Pick up a wood club and pull the steam.
Yes, manually, but this is great! Maybe not entirely clear, you see steel wires stretching from one bank to another, on the right?
A man in blue. Here he is, fair, and pulls the ferry to another beach. When there is a boat - the cable is lowered down. To make it more clear, I painted this club seems, Over the years the ferry has been updated a bit, but the operating principle remains the same.
Most often, miners present locals, whose responsibilities include creating wood clubs, lowering / pulling ropes, mooring ferries.I can not say the exact carrying capacity, but will carry 2 cars.
After I have a short story "Pancake with berries". It's warm, the hot bun of black and red currant fruit becomes a prototype.
** And still, in the river the fish were caught perfect. I am somehow always lucky and never in my life, I leave the river without catching. Even if the simplest, but the fish is always there , Notice, the fish is decomposed by seniority. **
And here, sorry, my own skopipastil story "on the red tomato branch, warm and soft with gently and continuously breaking his relaxing rubbing on a blue jacket, and bites like a vampire in a pulsating vein of young girl juice on ... chin , in the sun's left eye knocking. "
** It is an apple, that's how the nose smells in my story "Apples and cinnamon". Apple after a lightning storm. Okay, I admit, I poured more for photography, but there was a thunderstorm **.
