the yaselda river, the most beloved and the location of all our children and adults, connects me withr with the memory of my childhood. here, of course, during this time everything has changed. in my childhood , there was not a single bush here from the village to the river, little grass was scattered, and everywhere there were only white stable flowers, on which a lot of bees sat, we ran barefoot from the village to the river to swim, sunbathe, tried not to set foot, but it came across that we were on they stepped on the sting and ran further, let's go out into the street behind the barn and see what we see on the river. we have our children and ran there to them, mostly swam and moved to such a place, there, it was the best place. it was called a transition, because the bottom was so hard there, there was no silt, there was nothing and it was convenient to cross; people switched to hay. the spits that were across the river in the spring we had such floods here that everything was in the water, at that time there was a lot. latati has come together here, these are yellow flowers, whi