Last night I was walking in park. These are the best minutes of the day - I can have a rest in silence. I was passing by a bridge and have seen an artist who drew this bridge and trees. I have recollected my childhood and unsuccessful attempts to draw. There wasn’t any person near me that would prompt, would help, even just would support. Of course I don’t have any special talent for drawing.
My children's memoirs. It was so pleasant.
It was a good evening and sweet memoirs of my childhood.
