and Aesson:
Khabarovsk in July. After a few days of terrible heat, it finally rained. It is so weak, the rain. Standing on the balcony, I observe all this splendor: the rain is like a cane, it waters generously. Amidst the noise of water, I understand someone’s voice down the street. I look, two guys are coming. One, stopping and putting himself in the rain, worshiped the other, too, apparently, who decided to wash.
Shane, did you get the soap?

The summer.and :)