Today we will begin a new tale of 'Dikada for Consolation'.
The cloud told ....
Everything is painted with green paint in July. Showing their hidden leaves the trees, in the field mature wild melon, for which no one cares. Passing between potatto beds (sweet potatoes) people sometimes hear the crackling of the ground in the beds.
A young month in early July is associated with a military camp, with visible barracks roofs. When I swam over this place, I felt the power of war on the tanned faces of young people.
The sun was so hot that day that the coltar on the roof of the barracks melted.
During the lunch break, the soldiers received a comforting letter.
Imagine the faces of jubilant soldiers. Most of all, ordinary Kim rejoiced, because he usually did not receive a letter.
Leaning against the trunk of the tree, Private Kim read the letter and looked up, silently looking at the sky. His eyes were not large, but seemed to grow wild in the depths of the mountains. In the barracks such quiet eyes are rare.
A few days later it was Sunday.
In the barracks, apart from the rank-and-file Kim, the soldiers were dozing, playing chess, going out of the barracks to take a walk. But Kim did some strange thing.
He wove a long wand with a thin iron thread, walked around the corners of the barracks and cleaned the cobwebs.
Yes, of course, it was the net that the children make in the villages ....
Today on this we finish! Tomorrow I will continue ...
ENGLISH VERSION OF POST BY @lotusofmymom
From the calendar of 2018
Today we will begin a new tale of 'Dikada for Consolation'.
The cloud told ....
Everything is painted with green paint in July. Showing their hidden leaves the trees, in the field mature wild melon, for which no one cares. Passing between potatto beds (sweet potatoes) people sometimes hear the crackling of the ground in the beds.
A young month in early July is associated with a military camp, with visible barracks roofs. When I swam over this place, I felt the power of war on the tanned faces of young people.
The sun was so hot that day that the coltar on the roof of the barracks melted.
During the lunch break, the soldiers received a comforting letter.
Imagine the faces of jubilant soldiers. Most of all, ordinary Kim rejoiced, because he usually did not receive a letter.
Leaning against the trunk of the tree, Private Kim read the letter and looked up, silently looking at the sky. His eyes were not large, but seemed to grow wild in the depths of the mountains. In the barracks such quiet eyes are rare.
A few days later it was Sunday.
In the barracks, apart from the rank-and-file Kim, the soldiers were dozing, playing chess, going out of the barracks to take a walk. But Kim did some strange thing.
He wove a long wand with a thin iron thread, walked around the corners of the barracks and cleaned the cobwebs.
Yes, of course, it was the net that the children make in the villages ....
Today on this we finish! Tomorrow I will continue ...