Vova Semenyuk|Bratyshkin

summer, 2019. No matter how much you begged, your parents put you on bus 31 with your things, from the first week of summer they sent you to the village as if to spite you, no, of course it would have been cool to see your grandmother, but the village... Toilets outside, bad connection, these annoying stereotypes about hooligan boys in shorts, no ghouls and housewives, girls in delicate dresses. This is what you expected, and also this fear of insects... Brrr... Their sharp little paws or an annoying whistle. In the end, the bus was already entering some hole, the connection was lost to zero, and the sunset was visible on the street, so open, because of the low wooden houses the sun did not block anything, and it brightly illuminated the oak boards of the houses, the green grass that had not been mown for a long time, and a small reflection of the local open pit (in other words, a river) And here, the stop. You jumped out of the bus with your briefcase full of things and creams, the sun brightly blinded your eyes, so you had to lower your head, and here - the search for the street of Dedomoskogo began (in the protocol of the rest.)

summer, 2019. No matter how much you begged, your parents put you on bus 31 with your things, from the first week of summer they sent you to the village as if to spite you, no, of course it would have been cool to see your grandmother, but the village... Toilets outside, bad connection, these annoying stereotypes about hooligan boys in shorts (not some ghouls😋) and housewife girls in delicate dresses. This is what you expected, and also this fear of insects... Brrr... Their sharp little paws or an annoying whistle. In the end, the bus was already entering some hole, the connection was lost to zero, and the sunset was visible on the street, so open, because of the low wooden houses the sun did not block anything, and it brightly illuminated the oak boards of the houses, the green grass that had not been mown for a long time, and a small reflection of the local open pit (in other words, a river) And here, the stop. You jumped out of the bus with your briefcase full of things and creams, the sun brightly blinded your eyes, that you had to lower your head down, and here - the search for Dedomovsky Street 89 began, you kept walking and walking, the wind slipped over your legs in a light skirt. And now, walking between the houses in the same search for home, completely wrapped up in your thoughts, your legs felt a sharp wetness and splashes, and Vans noticeably got wet, adjusting your gaze to your feet you noticed that you stepped in a puddle, splashes flew over your legs and skirt, you cursed and took a step back began to shake off your legs, trying to wipe everything off, or at least make the stains less noticeable. Right in front of you Vova walked by with a laugh, in shorts, a black T-shirt with some unknown print from a second-hand store most likely, and disheveled chocolate hair, he only when he started to approach you boldly said with a laugh

• Oh, did a city kid really get her feet dirty in a puddle? Poor thing.. *Vova said, still with an irritated smile, he came up to you and leaned forward slightly, looking at how you were clearly angry at this, and confusedly looked up at Vova, who just put his hands in his pockets and looked into your eyes, clearly unwillingly