Грузия. Наверное банально говорить, что я влюбилась в...

Georgia. It is probably corny to say that I fell in love with this country and even somehow fearfully shares the details, as if you are telling something secret and too personal, but you just want to keep it in your memory. Like talking about childhood with a close friend. I saw myself playing a bouncer with a blown rubber ball in a ragged arch near the house. I remembered the taste of fresh milk and fresh bread, and how you bite your teeth into a ripe tomato, and the juice flows through a white T-shirt (grandmother sees, will kill). The sun breaks through the leaves of maples, glare on the carpet, hanging on the horizontal bar and waiting for it to be knocked out properly with a plastic knocker in the shape of a pretzel. A cat Barsik sits at the old entrance, regularly enduring the mocking love of our entire children's company. And most importantly - the air is hot, it smells in summer. As a child, I knew only about Georgia that this is the place where girlfriends come from on the porch with unusual names - Tamriko, Lamara and Nino. Now I know a little more, this is a place that transfers to childhood! ????