Translated to english...

I don't remember where I studied, but I remember very well that when we came to Sudak every summer, I was followed by a huge list of literature that I had to read over the summer.

I don't know why, but I had a hard time reading Uncle Tom's Hut by Harriet Beecher-Stowe.

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Many children cried when they read this novel, and I could not understand why, instead of really helping Uncle Tom from a large and powerful country, we should read about the oppression of African slaves on the American continent.

It was enough for me to turn around and look at the numerous, private hotels in the small Crimean town, which were poorer rooms than Uncle Tom's hut, and I could not understand why, everyone around is not crying, but crying while reading this novel.

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Water on schedule, gas on schedule, the queue for the kitchen in the shower and toilet ... isn't it like oppressing slaves and charging exorbitant fees for poor housing?

I remember my mother counting every penny so that her son, an asthmatic, could spend a couple more days at the healing, Black Sea, a complete humiliation, but. there were no tears.

Today, passing through any city, you can see dozens of houses of Uncle Tom, and people stopped crying and paying attention to other people's problems.

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Photographs taken with the Sony Cyber-shot DSC-HX300
I edited the photo in PhotoDirector, which I also installed on my smartphone.