Сегодня утром радостно шла на работу: вчерашние туфли-убийцы...

This morning I happily went to work: yesterday's killer shoes were replaced by sneakers, which also contained comfortable insoles. From the subway to work - about 10 minutes, either through small wastelands, or through kindergartens between houses. At the beginning of spring, it seemed that this was all ennobled territory, in some places all kinds of flowers-bushes were planted, and now the lilac blossoms at its full potential, the smell stands for the whole quarter, and around the lilac bushes - grass and weeds to my waist. Suddenly I remembered how we rolled from the hills along the grass as a child: you go to the side of the mountain, raise your hands above your head, protecting your face, and roll the sausage, gaining speed until it becomes scary, or until you run into some thorn, or hole, or a bunch made by a mole. But for twenty years I haven’t skated like this, because, it turns out, the grass does not wash, and you can still fly into the poop. You will suddenly think and be terrified: how boring adults live ... = (I urgently return to childhood, at least on this point. The first suitable slide with grass should be run in regardless of circumstances, clothes and shoes, even if the slide threatens pantyhose with thorns , light blouse - green grass, or whatever - poop =)