Greetings, friends.
Recently, I caught myself thinking that I hadn't walked the streets of my hometown for a long time, so this morning I took my daughter to work and I had half an hour for a walk until the store opened, where my daughter now got a job for the summer.
It's 8 a.m., but it's already hot outside, so I want to stay in the shade.
My daughter did not go for a walk with me, but stayed in the children's playground, where there is dense shade and cooler than in the bright Sun.
In the morning, the square next to the city square is quiet and peaceful, and a rare person will walk along the pedestrian path that runs next to the old wooden church, which was made without a single nail. Of course, maybe once there were no nails in it, but modern builders don't know how to build like that, and there's no point in it. I mean, the church already has modern additions and alterations.
The church is of historical value and is protected by the state, but our state does not like to protect such values very much, and they are all quietly dying. Last week, there was a story on regional television about houses that are of historical or architectural value and have appropriate banners hanging on them, but in fact they are boarded up and falling apart. I often see these houses.
Swallows, they circle en masse between the bell tower and the church, which housed the museum of local lore 10 years ago. I've even been to this museum 2 times. At that time, my children were not in school yet; it was more than 25 years ago. I am ashamed. I like to visit such museums in other cities, but I haven't been to a museum in my hometown in this century.
I love walking along this alley. It seems to me that these trees still remember the tsarist officers and their ladies in magnificent clothes and their walks.
But this year, I rarely walk along this embankment, because of the circumstances.
