05/21/2026
Summer is getting closer, and I can feel the anticipation of something good growing inside me. Childhood memories come back to me: fields of dandelions and wild strawberries, the scent of linden blossoms and currants, the pine forest near one grandmother’s house, and the little bridge over the river near the other’s.
The structure of school temporarily disappears, and at first it even feels a little sad. My grandmother used to call this feeling “khandryozh” — that moment when the old has already passed, but the new hasn’t settled in yet.
For me, that feeling lasted 2–3 days, and then came freedom and lightness! Well, almost — if we don’t count weeding potatoes, watering them, and all the other garden chores. Still, without school, that workload felt minimal.
And then came splashing in the river, diving in headfirst or making huge cannonballs, volleyball on the school field, picking apricots near the roads, and baking potatoes over a campfire outdoors.
What are your feedings of summer?
