There was my house, to which I was so accustomed, and the view from the window, which I am ready to reproduce in memory to the smallest detail.
Somewhere there remained the usual shops and the noise of the road, the familiar grinding of the elevator, heard in the room at night.
Somewhere out there very soon the cherries will be covered with a veil of snow-white flowers, the birds will sing and the trees will be dressed in light and transparent greenery. The forest will smell of warmth, pines and firs, fresh foliage and grass, the very first and timid flowers.
And the forest will also ring with thousands of bird voices that rejoice and rejoice in the warmth and long-awaited spring.
Occasionally, the sky will be cut by oblique lightning and deep, deep rumbles of thunder will run through the clouds.
And raindrops… delicious raindrops will fall heavily on the ground, nailing the dust and saturating the air with such a familiar aroma…
All this is left there. So many familiar landscapes...
My Ukraine. The infinity of fields ... which in spring are covered with a multi-colored carpet of flowers.
One day I will return home.