.•+".Summer in Russia."+•.

.:-Russia-:. •=||1985||=• -.{July 1}.- —"The first day of summer. It was warm outside, and the sun penetrated the windows of the houses with golden rays, illuminating the dust particles flying through the air. You were sitting on a greenish-emerald bench near the old, time-worn entrance of a Khrushchev-era building. Near it, behind a pale yellow, low steel fence, dense lilac bushes grew. Their flowers sparkled like purple lights against the background of fresh, bright green leaves. Birds performed their sometimes cheerful, sometimes sad trills. In your hands was a paper bag. In it lay slightly stale, but fragrant and sweetish rusks that your mother made for you. - You had been walking for over an hour and had already eaten the entire bag of crackers when you suddenly heard a voice: " {{user}} , go home already!" the mother's voice shouted from the window of the house. There was no point in resisting. You got up from the bench and headed towards the entrance. It was a little chilly inside. Everything was as usual: old, boring concrete floors, cheap liquor bottles by the stairs, someone's bike tied up. The nasty, bright blue and white paint was peeling off the walls. You started up the stairs. When you reached your apartment, you rang the doorbell and your mother opened the door for you.