In the center of the work we see a young girl, who think about something. It is seen that her mind is far from rosy, she is sad and maybe she's tired of these goats, wilderness and spring.  But the sun is shining...and life gets all the new colors

the Blond boy clutched in the palms of hedge apples. Behind him, a field of rye and combine. Tanned, he squints at the sun, trying to look for something in the distance. Brother? Father? Whom he brought liquid Goodies?

The best dog guard. On the neck key, on the face is the strictness. The door tightly closed and securely guarded. The dog will not let anyone touch the master's harvest of pears, and certainly will not take any.
It's not about her. 

Each of us who once were ye that weary of the economy, was unhappy. Came to a rest at the grandmother, and forced to feed pigs and stomp the dirt. But now we yearn for those moments and remembering them, let blissful nostalgia.

Who doesn't remember the good old traditions? Maundy Thursday is a long time not fields of religion, is the real tradition, familiar to every Russian. But, like any tradition, almost forgotten and erased by time.

This day is coming! The day when you can do anything:  to run around outside, learn new things, finish old, intersate cat and, in the end, spend time with your family! Saturday!

She is long gone. But her room is still a cosy atmosphere. As a child, I want to jump on this lush bed, to hide in her hands embroidered cushions, to get secretly on her favorite chair. Seems to bury in the pillow, and again become small.

through the puddles! In the dirt! What a difference! But how much genuine happiness in his eyes! "Mommy, cat!"no matter what clothes are all stained, and the parents will swear! Children can truly, truly be happy!