The time has come to get to the treasury, where there was no one, probably, for three months (and until those moment – three years).
As you understand, this is a basement. I slowly clear him.
The wreckage of my second (first adult) bicycle. Was presented on September 1, 1985, when I went to first grade.
My infant bath. It’s a pity to throw it away. Perhaps I will make a flower bed out of it.
My childhood dream is precisely such sledges. With a folding back. Well preserved.
The first run.
The second run.
Here is such a cash income.
The observant non-observation reader will ask where 2 kopecks came from? I will send to the picture with a bicycle so that you can find them on paving slabs.
I had dinner at the sanatorium.
Thanx for watching the post.
