Once our family went camping. The car stopped next to a light birch. It was summer and the sun was shining brightly and caressed the warmth. In birch you can see the life of its inhabitants: birds, squirrels, woodpeckers, mice and other animals. On the ground were scattered the footprints of animals, and the birch trunk was visible through the hole of a woodpecker. We chose a small clearing surrounded by trees. Near the birch trees, a river used to run and swim and play fish. Dad went to the water and after some time brought some fishes: gobies, loaches, carp, carp and bream. Mom cleaned the fish put on skewers. Dad lit a fire and put the skewers on two sticks mounted on the sides. And while I grilled our dinner constantly spinning them so that the fish cooked evenly. And we bathed in the river, splashing and laughing. Droplets of water tumbled, glistening in the sun and sparkled like a little almaziki. Then we warmed up around the campfire for a hearty lunch, listening to the birds singing. It was just a wonderful day.