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The last day of June. Surrounded by Russia's vast territory-dear home.
The whole sky is blue, and there is only one cloud in the sky, which seems to be drifting away. There is no wind, the weather is warm ... the air seems to be full of fresh milk!
There is a smell of smoke and grass in the air, mixed with pine tar and leather. Lavender grows very luxuriantly and gives off a strong fragrance.
Gentle slopes and deep valleys. Rows of willows were planted on both sides of the valley, with connected crowns and cracked trunks below. A stream flows in the valley. Through the clear ripples, the gravel at the bottom of the stream seems to be shaking. In the distance, where heaven and earth meet, the blue waves of a big river are faintly visible.
Along the valley, one side is a neat small grain depot and a small barn with closed doors; On the other side are five or six pine farmhouses with thin-plate roofs. There is a long pole on each roof with a bird's nest on it. On the eaves of the house, there is a cast iron galloping horse. The rough glass reflects the color of the rainbow.
On the protective fence of the window, there are painted pottery pots and bouquets. There is a sturdy bench in front of every farmhouse, and the cat pricks up its transparent ears warily and curls up on the earthen platform. Behind the high threshold, the cool front hall was dark.
I spread out the blanket and lay on the edge of the valley. Surrounded by piles of newly cut sleeping hay. Smart farmer, scatter hay in front of the wooden house: just hang it for a while and you can hide in the hut! So, how comfortable it is to sleep on it in the future.
Children with curly heads emerged from behind each pile of hay. The hen shook her comb and looked for all kinds of bugs in the hay.
The white-lipped puppy rolled in the haystack.
A round-faced young woman leaned out of the window. I don't know whether it was because I heard what the boys said or because I saw the children playing on the haystack. She smiled.
Another young woman stretched out her strong arm and lifted a big wet bucket from the well ... The bucket dangled on the rope, dripping a drop of sparkling water.
In front of me stood an old peasant woman in a new plaid skirt and new shoes.
There are three rings of hollow beads around her dark and thin neck. Gray hair tied with little red dot's son's yellow turban, covering the eyes that have lost their spirits.
But the old man's eyes smiled politely and there was a smile on his wrinkled face. Perhaps, this old woman is over sixty years old ... even now, you can see that she is a beauty!
She opened the five fingers of her suntanned right hand and held a can of cold milk that had just been taken out of the ground and had not been degreased. The wall of the can was covered with many glass beads of water vapor. In my left hand, the old woman brought me a big piece of bread that was still steaming. She said, "for health, eat, guests from afar!" " "
The cock crowed suddenly and was busy flapping its wings; The calf tied in the circle echoed, and Cleisthenes's cry was unhurriedly uttered.
"Look at this oatmeal!" There came the voice of my coachman.
Ah, the satisfaction, comfort and richness of Russian free land! Ah, peace and beauty!
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