Composition morning in the village

At dawn I wake up, of course, the cock crowing. But this time it’s not an alarm clock with the same trill voiced, it’s our real Petka. White handsome cock, surrounded by a crowd of fan-hens. He is echoed by an unnamed cock – black with red feathers. So important, like a village headman. But, our younger! Their song is picked up by all the neighboring cocks, dogs start barking.
Open my eyes – this sun in the window! I look at my watch… Mom, how early! For a vacation – ugly early. I cover myself with a blanket. Grandmother quietly walks around the room. “Go to sleep, my dear.” They shouted, they were damned! Now I’ll give you some pancakes for breakfast. ” And I understand that I do not want to sleep at all. While my grandmother went out into the passage, Vaska, our courtyard cat, slipped into the house. And immediately jumped to me with a cheerful “mrr” – so warm, in the sun, probably, was basking. I grunt the rumbling creature, but I decide not to lie down. I’m running to the street – oh, it’s not hot! The dew is cold. But soon the hot rays will warm up everything – a good day will be. And the morning…
It’s...

some amazing morning. Fresh tasty air. Everywhere the dew sparkles – especially beautiful on the web. The night flowers have not quite closed yet – here they are, what turns out: pink-violet, very tender. Late get up (and early go to bed, it turns out) – still never seen them. I look – the neighbors are already awake. Probably, in the village and it happens… What is there in the morning you need – milk the cows, bake the oven? That is, the stove, of course, in summer is not so urgent…
Suddenly I see – neighbor guys with fishing rods are going to… “Hey, are you on a fishing trip?!” I shouted across the fence. “Well, I want to go swimming, and a picnic.” I got out of bed and fed up the fish, “the elder responds. “Can I go with you?!” – I almost jump over the fence. The guys converse in a whisper – for importance, after they endure the verdict: “Idah!” Only my grandmother must say, and then worry will be.
In ten minutes, equipped and with a bag of fritters for the guys, I run to the river. I run through this village morning, in which everyone greets each other, smiling at each other… And everything is smiling.


Composition morning in the village