Open pages of the live encyclopedia for the child... (part 2) of
Day the third...
According to the plan - a cultural campaign on the bridge. Went to look at the river. White, top view:-), from the bridge. Highly! We stand on the bridge, under us the river rages... And my Lizavetka - fearless some, shouts: “I now will jump to the river and I will sprinkle all of you ! Here so, plyukh!“ It is good that the jump remained only in words... I am afraid of height, left the bridge quicker, though beautifully there. The river as live, on the place is not necessary, a current strong, murmurs the river, talks to us.
Well, all! started on on a way back (I breathed sigh of relief, with the daughter`s birth I some coward became)... And what way back turned out remarkably - informative! The old, abandoned, semi-disorganized house met to us on the way... BUT what beautiful, and historical! - the plant management constructed at Demidov. Here and one more page of the encyclopedia - we touched with palms our Ural history...
we Go further, towards three nice pigs, chi - and - and - sty!... Lizaveta at the sight of their rhyme remembered:
the Pig - a pink paunch, came to charging a pig.
Became we with it together to squat on the place. the Pig zapykhtet
also on a village rug.
Is difficult for it to go in with such figure for physical culture...
We with the aunt Yulya laughed, looking at live pigs and at Lizaveta, just to tears... In three seconds pure pigs fell down in a pool with dirt, and with happy grunting stared at our puzzled faces: “What? Why? I will not understand!“:-)))... Seryozha established the fact: “About! There was it dirty as a pig !“ :-))
we Go further, mother - a chicken met a crowd of her children - small fluffy a tsyplyatok to us. And my daughter directly on verses broke through today, she at the sight of a chicken told us the following:the Whole day my chickens,
three fluffy yellow brothers,
a beak beat with
a plate, amicably peck kernels... I call
Ya them: tsyp - tsyp - tsyp.
A they to me: rash - rash - rash!
Pour to us kernels handfuls, we grow at athletes!
Here and one more page of the encyclopedia from where we learned why speak “dirty as a pig“ and on which we fed small fluffy a tsyplyatok....
After a dream, having supported with the fish soup cooked from a small fish that Dima caught we went to walk to the wood. To the wood reached by car and began to study vicinities... There is so much interesting: and an ant hill with muravyishka, both florets, and mushrooms, and snags, and hemp. And one snag, the old fallen tree, but very beautiful, children chose... walked all, and everyone went about the own business: Lizaveta sits and drives, and buzzes as though she the driver of the car. And Seryozha peels bark from a tree and shouts: “Mother, look, I skin remove from a tree!“
A mushrooms... what mushrooms in the wood!. both slippery jacks, and birch mushrooms, and even white - boletuses... Lizonka found a mushroom and to mother shouts: “Mother! there is a MUSHROOM, and you by passed!“ Children for the first time gathered mushrooms - impressions a great lot, especially, when they found the next mushroom... And as smells in the wood!. Just stupefying aroma, the head is almost turned... Children smelled mushrooms, and Seryozha for some reason told: “Oh, just like... the apricot smells!“the father Dima found
A a little frog, showed it to kids and let out on a path. At first the frog “took offense“ and did not want even to move, and then... pryg - skok... and kids behind it - pryg - skok, well absolutely, as little young frogs.
mushroom pickers Came back home, mushroom began to make a dinner... Mushroom aroma filled the house, and tasty mushrooms, meanwhile, cheerfully jumped up on a frying pan, teasing us, and lifting appetite... Eventually, we gorged on from a paunch fried mushrooms...we Overturn
mushroom and jumping as a frog, an encyclopedia page...
Nearly a night. “Bath, bath, bath, bath, bath! Oak and birch infusion!“ - Lizaveta sings... Ooh, the bath of all fascinated! Lizavetka and the Ear ring was put in troughs, distances in watering can hands... with squeals and sand children watered each other. The bath is warm, but not hot, to children just right. Popleskatsya by water, now it is possible to warm also patches on polatyakh... Eh! Well, noses warmed up, patches warmed up, there were all wet and sweaty - fast, plyukh in basins, soap, soap, soap, time, two, three - and there were we pure... Left a bath excited, clean, pink-checked... That for a charm this bath - the fatigue which collected in a day, it vanished as if by magic!.
Time later we go to bed... Lizaveta and Seryozha jump on beds and keep saying “
the Bathing page of our encyclopedia was turned... till tomorrow!
Day the fourth...
Morning... Kuznetsov` family sleeps a powerful dream... And we from Lizunkaya already woke up, enjoyed in the rural morning, presented us aroma of freshness, and, tops of roofs of the lodges which rolled in fog...
“About! Who dragged off my river?“ - the daughter is indignant.
“Lizun, nobody dragged off. Simply it is fog over the river, and the river is not visible“, - I explain.
“Aaaa... on steam probably. yes?“...
“Yes, it is similar...“
we Sit on a verandah together... And I all - do not cease to admire Her Majesty the nature - how many unpredictable in it... Still yesterday sat and admired the opposite river bank, the sharp rise up entirely covered with pines and fir-trees... Especially struck color - darkly - emerald, juicy, very much - very fascinating.... And today as though the wizard waved a stick, fog disappeared, the sun looked out, and the opposite coast was painted absolutely in other color!!!... Light-green, but too very beautiful and unusually magic... It is necessary, the same coast, and such different.... Lizaveta, litsezrya this transformation of the coast, disappearance of fog, told me: “Oh, mother! To joint stock company it is beautiful !“ Children and fools speak the truth....
So far Grasshoppers (Kuznetsov` family) sleep, we sit here on a verandah, the fence is followed down the street by herd of rams... Together with the daughter made sure why in the people speak “go as herd of rams...“, here, really, rams, they are also rams.“ Bie - e - e - ey“, - is teased Lizaveta...
So... in the house the ringing voice of the Ear ring was heard - Grasshoppers woke up, time of the 10th morning, and one more morning page of our encyclopedia is turned...Weather pleased us with
today, wind dispersed clouds and at last the long-awaited cheerful sun looked out. And we run ran on the small river. Put on bathing suits, took all necessary: watering cans, caps, gumboots (because water in the river did not manage to get warm yet, and it very cold, and children by all means will get into water)... and, of course, took with themselves tent (the children`s tent acquired by one little girl with whom got acquainted through the Internet, thanks of that to Natasha!) ... Children chose the small lodge at once - tent... climb, get out, on a visit invite mothers:-)) To children at the river expanse.... scope and fun!.
Undressed, substituted backs to the sun... Eh, it is good to lie on the sun! Lizaveta and Seryozha frolic in tent, and mothers have several minutes to get warm on the sun... Minutes expired and here our chadushka take off also tents with shouts: “We put on boots and we go to the small river!!!“ Ooh how cheerfully to jump and run on the small river!. And Lizonka is the courageous little girl, took off boots, and... rose on pebbles, placed handles in the parties, spread wide fingers, well directly as a young frog, and gradually - gradually went - went on pebbles... legs “city“ - unusual to river stones... BUT! to the courageous little girl all at all!... Quicker - quicker to the small river, water at the coast warm, children frolic in the small river already barefoot, gumboots alone roll at the coast:-)
Suddenly saw the small bridge from the river on the coast (a board usual), and here Lizaveta and Seryozha became “rope-walkers“ - handles in the parties, catching balance, accurately go on the bridge, and then on the coast... pryg!... Good fellows!
Time after a lunch... The heat is utter, but mosquitoes and flies importunate do not annoy, and we happy (summer at us this year, it is necessary to tell, just repugnant - rains and cold) substitute all parts of a body to the sun... but the heat - the ends bothers at the end and - oh, a miracle! That for a charm this rural log hut! How many secrets it in itself keeps... One step - and from a hot heat you get to walls with a saving cool. We sit in a log hut, we play everything together game from “Vitaminka“ - “Color and a form“. Well, children, just good fellows! Fine accustomed - know all shades and forms.
“If long - long - long if long on a path if long on a footpath to run - to jump and run... That is possible...“ Before a night dream we potopat in three-kilometer walk - we go to the real spring. Oh, the nature there, at a spring, astounding., It seems, 3 km from our log hut, and everything are in a different way beautiful... Mighty pines, fir-trees. We stamp on cones, we inhale pine aroma. It became for some reason a little terrible - such mighty trees surrounded us, and to children all at all - fearless they at us (and and it is correct, you remember “You and I - one blood“ what to be afraid of - that?)... Here we and at a spring. The nice lodge equipped for the tired traveler and magic purest healing water... Well, whether fairy tale?
Children already sleep, and we sit on a verandah, we listen to singing of nightingales!!!, who try (for us, probably) in all. Wonderfully everything so, (to me still still it is not believed that it is realities, and everything really happens to us, apparently, as if I fell asleep and I dream our wonderful vacation...) . Nearly a night, in a grass grasshoppers chirr, in the distance, in the wood, the hand bell rings - it horses in the field walk and right there perelivchato nightingales sing...
Well, in general!!! You saw sometime of manual nightingales ??? We here had enough today, right now... We sit, tea with candies is drunk. From nowhere, directly a whirlwind the nightingale flied and directly on a table to us took seat, slightly did not bring down our mother Yulya... She from surprise (probably, in a craw breath filched) in a whisper croaked: “Oh, mother, WHO it?“ And the nightingale sat on a table meanwhile, and whether examined us, whether waited for an entertainment for such rare guest.... and we sat, without knowing what to do, dumbfounded by all events... and without having waited for an entertainment, the nightingale from such inhospitable owners flew away... And we became violently and to discuss just taken place event with delight....