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"Just another summer day"
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Today I am doing a very simple post, something like "what I see, I sing about that". Today I will release my stream of thoughts into the stream of improvisation, and this thought will flow more smoothly than usual.
Yesterday day somehow unexpectedly turned into a small car trip. A couple of tourists, visitors to my wife's hotel, who travel without a car, asked for a tour of the immediate area. They planned to visit the estate of the writer Ostrovsky and the small merchant town of Kineshma. This time I decided not to transfer the order to a specialized company or some home-grown guide, but decided to unwind myself ...
As usual, we got up early, refueled and set off. Endless fields float past us under a bottomless blue sky. And in the fields there is a riot of color and flowering. Everything is covered with blue flowers. They explain to me that these are lupins. How long I live here, but I don't remember these flowers. Maybe I was just not paying attention?
An endless road talk drags on. You discover a new person for yourself and you reveal yourself. Sometimes you only marvel at other turns of human destinies. The road is short for conversation. We arrive at our destination completely unnoticed. Guests are surprised at the giant horsefly and gadflies. Honestly, I myself am amazed at their size.
Here in the provinces, I am always amazed at some other way of life and rhythm of life. People here are calmer and more benevolent, less selfish. They have absolutely no metropolitan aplomb and snobbery. So this church watchman, not yet an old man, welcomes us kindly. I am surprised at his manner of speaking. He smiles and replies that it shouldn't be any other way, because man is a friend to man ...
We look at the grave of the playwright, and the watchman tells us how the famous (now deceased) actor liked to come here. Everyone knows him for his roles as hussars, lovers' tsars, and other comedic characters ... but I remember his "Prince Myshkin" in the film adaptation of A. Chekhov's "The Idiot". The watchman says that the actor spent hours sitting on the playwright's grave. He said that there is amazing harmony and goodness ...
After visiting the estate, we cross the Volga River on a new bridge. Before us is a small trading town. How I love this intricate architecture. Everything here is on a human scale. Every detail is made with love and patience.
In general, the conclusion suggests itself - the less money a person has, the more soul, conscience and humanity he has. Hey, whoever accidentally got here will be surprised and exclaim - Conscience? There is no such organ in the human body! And the word humanity is not clear at all.
And again fields float past us. We stop and smell the wildflowers. My fellow travelers ask me not to rush. A simple forgotten human joy is walking across the field and picking flowers. Perhaps this happiness is very little left, soon there will be only asphalt around us, popcorn, and plastic porridge :-)
On the way back, I brought guests to another small town. I like the hill with the bell tower there, where the citadel used to be. Guests appreciate the bonus I have added. The day with the sun is drawing to a close. Another day passed so blissfully.
Thanks for watching!
Stand by
Sincerely yours
