Today with mother watched old photos. As after all it is good to live in the village!
I never lived in the village, was born in the city area, but for vacation came to grandmothers and grandfathers to the village. I lived in the village for three months. I helped to graze cows, sheep, I tore a grass for hens, I looked after rabbits. Eh, the happy childhood was...
I miss the childhood... The grandmother and the grandfather have died, the house has burned down... There is nobody to visit any more. Tragic events are inevitable in lives of each person, the main thing to be able to overcome them... Today I and my mother 
Life goes on, friends!!! All of happiness!!! Take care also the relatives!!! Rejoice while all are alive. And on a photo I (in youth) and a piece of the grandmother's village.