But most of all, life was in full swing near the house, especially in spring, when the street was flooded with water and the light of the burning summer sun. Soaking in Vasilkovo is a common thing.
The street was busy, and in order to walk along it, one had to carefully step on rare dry hillocks-islands, jumping over to comfortably laid boards and scraps of rusty tin.
It was great to watch the brave ropewalkers through the hole in the fence.
Adult uncles and aunts jumped up, cursed and muttered something under their breath, trying to hold on. It was fun.
But nevertheless, the exploration of the "new sea" in rubber boots brought a special joy. On the way, you could pick a fresh reed, blow into it with all your might, imagine yourself as a mosquito and feel a sweetish taste on your tongue. To flop for her in a small "bay" with black tadpoles, measure the depth, create a breaker ...
If you managed to meet a passing truck, it was a rare success!
A large kurlying wave rolled over the fence, kicked back and swooped down on you, repeating its movement over and over again.
At the same time, there was an indispensable condition - to feel like a Sorceress and find a treasure - money. And then, take the baby neighbor by the hand and go buy the most delicious ice cream in the world !!! And we earned money for ice cream. picking berries in grandma's garden!
With the taste of Carefree Childhood!