my native street, my little farm, my khmelevo, i always walk here with great love, everything is here, every corner is dear to me, every blade of grass, every tree, i remember everything here, here on this street i learned to ride... on a bicycle , how many falls there were, how many bruised knees there were, but i did it, i ride a bike, super, like a racer, i still love riding a bike. here is my favorite parental home, which, to fortunately, it’s not empty now, my beloved brother dima lives here, i always have it when i go here. somewhere around the turn i already have emotions, a feeling like this, my heart clench, memories, although i ’ve lived here all my life, except for studying, traveling and that’s it, then i’m always here as if i was born, and i was born behind the stove, i was stove, for some reason i was in a hurry to come into this world, i had to get out urgently, and my mother was not taken to the maternity hospital, and we had a medical assistant. here is a man of his business, she then came running, it was february, it was very there is a lot of snow, she is considered