About the delights of rural life.
I came to our rural skating rink this morning.
Not a soul.
I asked the watchman on duty to turn on the music.
"Oh, what kind of music they have! Is this music?" - the watchman sighed and turned it on.
And what do you think?
"Tchaikovsky. Seasons".
I immediately wanted to straighten my back and slide like a white swan across the frozen pond.
And do some beautiful hand movements.
Still, classical music ennobles!
Now, close your eyes, and remember what happened to you today! Perhaps you ate a piece of delicious pie, or maybe you saw a beautiful woman ... or maybe read my post? But still, I believe that you are smiling now .... smile, I like your smile!