Floods in our places happen, of course, but such as now, I don't remember. Look-the whole street is in the water. The people from the extreme house are in trouble. They only made repairs, furniture is new. Now all in vain. And have their neighbors bird rotted away-chickens drowned.The biggest flood in my memory happened in these places in 1953. Then two lakes rose and here in this place where now we stand, promotion was formed. Two houses blew over, and two washed away. I remember that the water we have at home at the stove stood and I on the stove sat.
To our porch on the boat arrived and the men who saved me – on that boat planted on the hill was taken.This element, nothing will be written. We were waiting for the flood, although not so rapid, of course. Day and night it's 40 cm of water.
But after lunch, our mood improved slightly: the water began to arrive more slowly-no more than a centimeter per hour.
And on a pile of sand on the island, pity nine pigs, a goat and a sheep.
Here is such a she the Russian spring.
