Pre-summer period is a special time of the year. You can feel its magic and mystery mostly during soft summerish evenings. The wind plays with floral curtains, pigeons coo softly. There, at the very back of the garden, on a dark wooden table, fancy cups made of the finest porcelain appear, as well as tiny spoons, decorated with patterns, honey and other delicacies. Matilda is amused, her deep laughter is getting mixed with leaves on the trees, reflected in a delicate smile of the mint, only the humble-bee seems slightly out of humour. Who said that you can be a princess only in fairy tales with castles or princes? The girl knows there is no better place than grandma`s garden.
Translated by my dear friend Inna Batenchuk (instagram: @innu___)
Dawn, the first rays of the sun break through the sleepy dust of the night. We hear footsteps slowly gliding through the fog through the dew, through the dream. Small traces, a lost flower, everything will come to life in a couple of minutes.
The sun gently kisses warm the whole world, our world ...
The sun gently kisses warm the whole world, our world ...
