Heat, hot!

I remember a drought in 92 or '93. For two months there was no rain. Even the drops did not fall. The temperature did not rise above 30, so it was hot, but no one wept except the truckers. I remember how we went with his grandfather for the raspberries and off at his aunt discussed how they are tired of running around with buckets on their vegetable garden.

I remember the hot summers when I was between the second and third rate. Walking to the university went to the practice, so when I get to the building of high school, I was completely wet. When I was walking down the street, it seemed that I dissect his body jelly. And once I was inside the building could not open the cabinet and the key is stuck in the keyhole. Oh, how I was sweating, probably lost a liter for those 10-15 minutes, until he fought with the lock.

Then, too, were hot days, but did not last long, 2-3-4, and all day again, rain, temperature reduction.

I remember a year when the 90 days of the summer, 30 were rainy, 30 - cold, another 20 neither here nor there. And only 10 days, you could soak up the sun.

I remember the rain that caught our teens when we departed from the camp site, where rested, one kilometer into the woods. Rain fell for about 15-20 minutes, but was so strong that even the panties were soaked. And hide from him in the woods was no place. In the end, I fell ill, and for the first time was in a bath, for medicinal purposes. I do not know if it helped then, because I could only sit for about five minutes to seven on the bottom shelf.

I remember how my father worked hard in the peat-bog, earning money - shifting the heat of the peat bricks. Then the month of skin on the fingers went layers, taking pieces of hardened, paste dried peat. And my brother burned his protruding ears, and looked like two brown Pelmen. Then we were so happy every cloud in the sky. Although it is not to say that it was really so unbearably hot.

I remember that was in Kherson, in his first vacation. And for the first time I saw forty-degree heat, when the day is dying city. In order to somehow compensate for fluid loss, I poured in up to three liters per day of beer, water, juice, mixing it with fruit.

And I remember the heat this year in June Moscow, in his last vacation. If you become even hotter, I feel sorry for Muscovites. Even then, in June it was too heavy pace of hot asphalt.

And now in Kaliningrad rain with thunderstorms and 23 on the street. House and the hotter. Have a nice weather!.

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