oliday in early May turned out to be very warm and sunny . My class got out on May Day to relax from loaded the educational
process , the end of the year and recharge for the upcoming spring mood ,
last call .
Early
in the morning , barely touching the tops of their gentle dawn ,
whitened on the outskirts, high-rise housing estates , we have reached
the first trolley bus to the last stop on a suburban road . Ahead saw green young wheat field , followed by picturesque fir trees ,
which each year is filled with new seedlings young pines and fir
Viscous
porridge spring thaw beneath our feet was gradually replaced velor
islands emerald moss and springy , tasty crackles , red carpet last
year's needles. We walked in single file one behind the other , dodging outstretched paws prickly pines
Some
perennial ate were so high that it seemed to cling its blue-green ,
bushy tops white sheep clouds, frolicking in the dance of the heavenly
dance. Mischievous sun then dived in their whipped foam , then peeped slyly winking bulk solar " bunnies ."
We easily found a suitable picnic clearing and built a small fire of dry twigs and cones . Speaking
in a low voice so as not to disturb the invisible forest dwellers , we
are comfortably settled around bubbling over sheaves of sparks , fire,
and enjoyed the beauty and tranquility of the day .