Monday’s word of the day is nostalgia

On Monday, I worked nostalgically at the Lawler branch, chatted nostalgically with a former colleague and regular patrons, even the rain on the roof sounded nostalgic...

Nostalgia can be different: for work, for  young age, for the motherland, for … simple life (does anyone else have such a thing?).

Nostalgia for the motherland, youth and simple life I treat with old Soviet detective films, thanks to YouTube.

Recently, once again, I watched the Village Detective based on the works of Vil’ Lipatov.

The main character of the books /films is an elderly village policeman who knows the life and customs of the people of his village.

Here is a link to the movie. I doubt there are English subtitles. But you can see the Siberian Soviet village, houses, roads, and how people dressed.

My grandmother, aunt and uncle lived in a very similar village, only on a small river, so they didn’t have a pier like in the movie.

One day, when I was visiting my uncle, his cow came home from the pasture. And that’s good, right? But she started chewing on my almost new white T-shirt drying on a rope. We took the t-shirt away (or out of her mouth). But there were green grass stains on it (the cow chewed the T-shirt along with the grass, it probably tasted better that way) and holes from teeth (she used to chew thoroughly). 😂

As a city girl, I’m afraid of cows, I don’t miss them at all. 

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