Here and night has come. Silence what! Even dogs in court yard have ceased to bark. On all street a spark: for a day people have worked enough in the field, now sleep. Under угором the lake laps. Listen, as sand rustles... The wave Here has run, has washed coast warm water and has rolled down back, in depth...

You think, why in the spring so it is good? Why the sun warm and tender? Why flowers start to blossom? Why people during this time look more cheerfully? You will tell, probably the nature changes shape! I will not argue, on a science and leaves. The sun over the earth will rise, will pour over it the good fortune - here and the spring-is red has come. And in former years (very long time ago!) about this time here what побывальщинку affected...

From our village to Cherry mountain, likely, versts five it will be typed. Anybody precisely did not measure. In the spring and to reach it it was difficult in the summer. Around where step, bogs standing. Birch колков here it is not enough, but тальников and willows though take away. You will want, happened, to pass, take an axe and road an axe cut through...

Grandmother Anna was at us very much сурьезная: hardly what not on it, at once for ухват, yes well that ухватом on a back! And дедка Andrian from a sin left. It will start to rustle on it, so it, words not speaking, from a court yard down with. ÝÔᬠwill come, happened, to us, will sit down in a forward corner on a bench, hands on a table will put, and a head on hands and will begin to miss...

From our village to stone mountains in one day on a cart you will not reach, for two days on foot you will not reach. Muzhiks at us исстари хлеборобы, and rare from them there road knew. Sometimes there came from mountain places tar extractors, brought pitch and different поделушки: bast mats лыковые, кадушки for a pickles. Well, from these tar extractors muzhiks also learnt, where that becomes...

On the bank of our lake the stone lays. As sandy мысок you will pass, at first a cane you will see, and further on a high hillock - a stone. Whence it here was? Around on fifty versts of a simple pebble you will not find, everywhere the black earth. And here suddenly a stone! You will look narrowly at it, and the stone on a swan is similar. As if the white swan lays, wings on the parties has stretched also a neck has extended...

That winter to snow has dropped out much. Extreme to поскотине log huts has swept up to the pipes. You will leave in the field - the horse sticks in a snowdrift, not only the cart, and empty дровнишки hardly pulls out. In former winters, happened, in aspen forests and in birch колках all snow is stitched by traces: here to you and the hare track, and Горностаева a stitch, and a mouse-polevushki small вязь, and a black black grouse a web-footed gait. And this time under snowdrifts all living creatures were hid, wood has become empty. Hungry wolves have started to run every night in village...

All guys in village were fine, and Данилко as if an axe вытесан from a clumsy birch. And the person with defect: on cheeks as if the poppy is scattered - freckles голимые. Its girls for the groom did not consider. On лужок will gather - in its party will not look at all...