Good in the village in the summer!

Here is the summer heat of fragrant smell of mint, and the smell of thyme comes from the fields. And like flowers, rural girls, friends of my old youth. As white birches smell dearly, There is no Russian village without birches. Let them smell manure sometimes, Where bread grows, it smells like manure. I love to inhale all the smells from the road, returning again to rural areas. Here motherly thresholds smell like mom, my village smells of my motherland.Source