dobrodu, hello, take, hello, sister, well, i dug up the bulb, i dug it up, yes, oh, dimka, who wouldas an adult, somehow the hut will still stand, oh , what a house, what a house, it seemed like a tall mansion, look how small the hut is, or the hut is shrinking, or we grew up, mine turned out to be so big, i remember how my mother brought me from the city to this window, i had whooping cough, when i had an attack, when they opened this, i coughed up air, this one the healing air immediately stopped , they said in the city, but in the city they couldn’t cure, they said only with country air, well, this small window seemed so big to me, it was me who was small, and this porch on which i was sitting, it seemed to me so the door is big, everything is like how i was sitting, what a tiny little boy i was, probably, of course, now there are no such houses as there were, the houses used to be covered with charm, well, reeds, our house was small, here it is there is one, as this is what it is, there was also bread attached to it, where the cattle were, it was all under one roof. childhood mem