Summer, hot, afternoon – very hot. Collection of apples in kolkhoz-garden near our pioneer camp. Surround of colors: yellow, red, green… in all possible nuances. Chirr of grasshoppers. Buzz of flies. Mother and girls are with me. Nervousness and fear of collective farmers.
Adventure and exciting happiness at the same time. We are together. It is so good to be together. Mother is very young, as one of the girls. Her laugh and confidence.
My apple is the sweetest, small, dusty, but sweetest. Dark bordeaux. The sweetest apples - from my tree! I am very proud.
The way back. Sack of apples with us. Rest under a tree. Shadow. Eating of apples and happy smiles.
Unity with mother, pride of having her…
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