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Childhood begins where there first memories. My - with mention of the grandmother, her house, courtyard, village, river and forest. In memory of all those legends were andtrashnye tales about witches who turn into snakes and drink cow's milk for the year ahead for one night, the frogs that have plagued people.
All this I heard a baby still, at a time when all over the country in the evening turned out the light. Then always smelled of smoke. Every Sunday my grandmother kindled this oven in the summer kitchen and kneading dough. Before you put it to bake, crosses and read prayers. The aroma of pies attracted all the neighbors, she finally generously treated.
Still remember how dad took me to the lake. We went on a motorcycle and I was sitting on the tank. Father caught small Karasik, and I did not have the patience to wait for their fish. Threw the bait and did floated along the shore, and he swore that from my noise will not bite.
If we were delayed for a long time, the mother scolded us, but her anger quickly turned. Just went to the forest for blackberry - it was delicious vomit in his mouth. In the fall of collected mushrooms and hazel. This man taught me to love nature and animals. Every evening he gave me and my sister stories, or poems Marshak bedtime.
In general, childhood comes to mind more in the summer when you can ad lib to ride a bike, go to waste on the river all day, or play outdoors. My friends and I arranged myself Khalabuda on the branches of old trees hiding because of the heat.
I remember a large meadow lily of the valley for the parental home among which was my rocking chair made between pine and atyutinoy. All of my memories and green world filled with warm yellow sunlight.
While always for me to have a taste of atyutiny, strawberries, blackberries, and my grandmother's pies. The most beautiful and the most carefree time in everyone's life cheloveka.Detstvo begins where there first memories. My - with mention of the grandmother, her house, courtyard, village, river and forest. In memory of all those legends were andtrashnye tales about witches who turn into snakes and drink cow's milk for the year ahead for one night, the frogs that have plagued people.
All this I heard a baby still, at a time when all over the country in the evening turned out the light. Then always smelled of smoke. Every Sunday my grandmother kindled this oven in the summer kitchen and kneading dough. Before you put it to bake, crosses and read prayers. The aroma of pies attracted all the neighbors, she finally generously treated.
Still remember how dad took me to the lake. We went on a motorcycle and I was sitting on the tank. Father caught small Karasik, and I did not have the patience to wait for their fish. Threw the bait and did floated along the shore, and he swore that from my noise will not bite.
If we were delayed for a long time, the mother scolded us, but her anger quickly turned. Just went to the forest for blackberry - it was delicious vomit in his mouth. In the fall of collected mushrooms and hazel. This man taught me to love nature and animals. Every evening he gave me and my sister stories, or poems Marshak bedtime.
In general, childhood comes to mind more in the summer when you can ad lib to ride a bike, go to waste on the river all day, or play outdoors. My friends and I arranged myself Khalabuda on the branches of old trees hiding because of the heat.
I remember a large meadow lily of the valley for the parental home among which was my rocking chair made between pine and atyutinoy. All of my memories and green world filled with warm yellow sunlight.
While always for me to have a taste of atyutiny, strawberries, blackberries, and my grandmother's pies. The most beautiful and the most carefree time in everyone's life.

There are over two thousand animal spices in the world, but only two or three dozens of them are domesticated. All the rest live in the wild nature, and are not domesticable. They are usually referred to wild animals. Wild animals are distinguished from the domestic ones by external appearance, behavior and feeding habits. But the key difference between them is their attitude to humans. Wild animals always see people as enemies rather than friends. Their fear for humans is genetic, and even if you manage to tame one of them, its joeys will not be born tamed.

Перевод: В мире существует более двух тысяч видов животных, но только два или три десятка из них являются домашними. Все остальные обитают в естественной среде и не поддаются приручению. Их обычно относят к диким животным. Дикие животные отличаются от домашних внешним видом, поведением и пищевыми привычками. Но ключевое различие между ними – это отношение к человеку. Дикие животные всегда воспринимают людей скорее как врагов, а не как друзей. Страх перед человеком заложен у них генетически, и даже если вам удастся приручить одного из них, то его потомки не родятся ручными.