The summer has come. Well, tomorrow certainly will.

The summer has come. Well, tomorrow certainly will. And hopefully, it will be more worthy than last year. Maybe even a vacation can knock out. And then if September 1, 2004 I was suddenly asked to write an essay, "As I took the summer", I'd probably blushed, and mumbled something in his own defense. Because of the summer and I did not see at all. Bathed only twice, but countless roasted and devoured shish kebabs. Then came the autumn, but something about her outstanding and I have nothing to say. And as I spent the winter? Skiing was not standing, skating is not an example identity once. However, because of their skates, I have long grown up, and buy it there when the new - only God knows. But on a sledge from the mountain did not fly, and even decent on any rink not welled up. Spring was no better: for morels is chosen, lily of the valley is not sniffed. Borsch with a nettle and do not cook, but once True, buying wild garlic and sorrel. But just yesterday had time to look at the starry sky. And saying nasty things with the interlocutors of Kant. And what more of me to wait? Boring, in general, is zhyzni, it is necessary, perhaps, go even a hero ....