Summer ... The most beautiful time. And I'm always looking forward to it.
In the summer I helped my grandmother in the garden and my grandfather in the apiary. When I finished work at home, I went outside for a walk with friends. We swam in the pond, played football, collected herbs, but what I liked most was fishing.
One day my dad, me and my friend Vitalik decided to go fishing. When they went out, it was dark, until the sky lit up - the sun was rising. At first it illuminated the dark tops of the trees, and a few minutes later we saw a birch grove and before that a sleepy pond. Dewdrops glistened on the grass, as if myriads of stars had descended to earth.
Birds greeted us with their singing near the pond shrouded in the morning mist. The crane fluttered its wings. The astringent scent of wildflowers tickled his nostrils.
We stopped on the shore and in a convenient place laid out their simple tackle. As a team, they threw hooks with fishing line into the water. My dad was the first to jump in the water, a minute later, and my dad pulled out a perch. Then I pulled out the crucian. My friend Vitalik did not hesitate and also pulled out the crucian.
Tired but happy, we returned home with the catch. My dog Chara was the first to meet us. He quickly ran to us and began to sniff and twist his red tail.
But, unfortunately, time is running out ... The holidays ended soon, and I had to return to the city to continue my studies.
