Quiet games. Because it’s hot
It’s so hot that even Tina and Matveika can’t bite each other nearly to death and run around old apple-tree
Children are repeatedly poured over from the hose.
Naturally they constantly dug cool holes and the color of their coats became dotted.
Splashes of “wet asphalt” color have appeared on dirty-grey fur.
Nevertheless they want to play, but the games are very quiet.
I get up approximately at half past six that’s why I look at the merry running at half past twelve a.m.
without any enthusiasm. And only at this time it becomes cooler in our Melnichyi Ruchei (Miller’s Brook).