23 июн. 2014 г.

The House of Usher





Last weekend I visited the place where I spent my summer vacation in childhood. This is cozy cottage on the edge of the village, on the border with forest. You know, it's a very strange feeling to come back to where you have not been for many years. In my memories remained a quite idyllic picture: a large wooden house, apple trees around, the path to the lake, surrounded by fragrant  rosehips. It was so painful to see that the house stands empty and abandoned, and the land around it is overgrown with tall grass. Lots of beautiful trees are cut down and tracks asphalted. Place loses its magic and forest spirits leave it... We walked a lot draped in plaid along the magnificent lake with blue water and a little rain felt sad just like me, creating a special lyrical atmosphere. I would love to go back to the time when I was so small and the world was so large and unknown.