Mavledina.livejournal.com Website Review

There are questions: where are you, who are you, why; I am writing here about myself. It so happened that several years ago I had to return to life in my native village. City vanity, scientific work, theaters and concert halls remained behind. In return, she received a village life in full: a garden, a vegetable garden, a cow, chickens, a wood-burning stove in winter, and haymaking in summer. And the lack of work for the soul, only - of necessity. And, most importantly, the four people close to me who needed me. I finally began to understand the lines of Nekrasov about a village woman: .. a galloping horse would stop. The burning hut will enter .. An iron horse, i.e. the motorcycle has learned not only to stop, but also to wind up and, which is very important, to drive. Soul I relax while reading a good book, listening to the blues, in the garden among the flowers, in the forest and, finally, in LJ, talking to good, interesting people. In my journal there are not only cats, flowers and other mimis, but sometimes a harsh picture of reality, criticism is possible (but not nagging), because I don’t tolerate injustice. In my journal - Life as it is. The past - let it remain Unique in the summer. Someone else