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About Montenegro

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Tiresome altercations with the administration from which you come out the winner and you reluctantly, but all - release in “undeserved“ holiday in the middle of commissioning of the project.

Mad race with registration of the international passport, with a heap of the spoiled nerves when, appear, already everything breaks finally and irrevocably...

Sleepless night in collecting, after obtaining, at last, documents in the last day, still up to the end without believing

that we go...

Habitual fear of air flight, and additional - for the child as will transfer whether will be frightened...

Chornye Range under a plane wing, soft landing, a heat and humidity, palm trees and cactuses...

I - the SEA!

At first - for a moment from a car window, rushing on the serpentine...

I, at last, here it, before us, is black - blue, at first a little angry (yesterday, it appears, there was a storm!), and already in couple of days - tender, warm, Xing - green...

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Instantly forgot all Moscow problems and stresses. Time began to flow slowly and is lazy...

the Cozy dozing early breakfast on the terraska twined grapes (children do not recognize shift in time and wake up at daybreak), the desert beach, the sun rising from - for mountains... “Mother, go to build the lock!“ - everything, the period of calm came to an end... :))

is Rolled by a heat... The sea - as pair milk... Hot sand... The bought-up child with blue lips and the clanking teeth... A lunch at coastal small restaurant, with crown Shopsky salad. Hardly we crawl to the house... Siesta...

I again to the sea, having already managed to miss... Blessed cool... Easy grief of twilight... Early dinner... The children who became drowsy from water, the sun and air... “Good night, tomorrow there will be a new day“...

Night bathing furtively (is faster - quicker, suddenly the child will wake up?...) music, the moon, patches of light of fires on water... Hot tea, long sit-round gathering... To sleep...

Again Moscow. Work. Problems and stresses, works involving all hands and races...

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And whether there was in general all this?... The mountains lit with the sun... A sea hedgehog on a palm... The blossoming pomegranate... Pink sand... Narrow small streets of Old Budva... Oranges on trees... Huge bumblebees and lean cats (“Neks - neks!“ - “pussycats - pussycats - pussycats“ on - Montenegro :))... Fantastically hospitable and benevolent people... Beauties are women and men adoring children... A dialect, seemingly foreign, but close and clear (“Slavic“ roots are known well). Cozy small restaurants...“ Vranak“, going to the head... Noise of the sea... Taste of the sea... Sea smell...

I only a handful of stones and cones of exotic local “pine“ and a pack of photos for memory... Sadly...