While we were escaping with air conditioning in the car, it was 40 overboard, this in the evening. The air smelled of something sweet. The scenery outside the window was fabulous.
Sunflower fields! Sorry, not yet ripe)) but soon. Corn plantations. Wheat Seas.
This is not a hogweed in the middle lane. This infection has taken over everything. We did not stay long in the village. We slept until twelve, then roasted ourselves in the sun, bathed in hot salty water and went on. It somehow happened that the navigator led us through the villages, and then we ended up on an impenetrable southern night on a completely dark, country road. Oaks grew on the sides, in some places the crowns tightly closed overhead. I was delighted! Exactly until Sasha started.
Like a fucking horror movie! Now the car will stall, and the massacre will begin.
-Ha. Don’t be afraid, — I assured cheerfully, — The cat and I watched all the episodes of the supernatural! I know what to do!
— Yeah. The cat also knows what to do. — Sashka answered gloomily. — Therefore, there is no salt at home from time to time.
It was then that I remembered that I promised my mother to call back.
— Curtain, marigolds and a sleeping bag. — Mom immediately listed.
— Everyone, come on, bye.
We laughed, and my mother assured me that everything was more or less fine.
— Ate, calm. True, he wrote on the sleeping bag. But this is my fault!
Yeah. Roof mode is activated.
“Did you force him to?”
— Not. He dug up a flower bed. Nothing serious, not strawberries. I have marigolds there. But that’s how he is.
— How? By chance? Messed up with a tray?
— Not. Grandma hesitated. — Well, Yul, I can’t always roll him on a swing!
Oh damn, swing maniac! Looks like the wrong things were collected. I had to pack a towel!
— Mother! She slapped once and that’s it. Build with him!
— I’m so strict! He starts asking for meat, I don’t give it! I say my daughter forbade it!
Oh, I doubt it…
— Okay. And what about the curtain?
— With a curtain? I dont know. The storm has begun. I ran to close the gate, I see the window was flung open, the curtain flew out, I barely got it later. But it’s not him!
I rejoiced. Not him, of course! And she got worried.
How did he survive the storm?
He does not tolerate a nephew, like all children. And if once they became friends, now the cat denies everything. And afraid of thunderstorms. Previously, he hid under the covers with us, but after all, the granddaughter was already hiding under the covers with her grandmother?
— Fine. Came to me. Paws are wet, he is cold. He saw his granddaughter, grumbled, but settled on the other side.
Paws are wet?! So, the curtain … Nah! Or wanted to flee, but changed his mind?!
— Everything is clear.
— And how are you there? Tell Sasha, let him rest and not drive much.
— Good.
— And pictures for me!
— Okay.
Moms are always moms)) And she completely refused to take pictures of the cat, so as not to make him nervous.
— Let him rest! And then you already exhausted him! Shoot from all angles!
Along with the conversation, the primer ended. We got out on the asphalt. Crimea! We are already there!
