Запахи 2

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Vladimir Mishin 2
Summer.Village. The state farm collapsed a long time ago.There were summer residents and cunning business executives at the summer residents. Cunning grabbers, as Vovan called them.In fact, they were hard-working farmers, to whom the state farm distributed all the equipment for rent. and in general, for nothing. Well, who sold their equipment and tractors and fled to the city, but the business executives, strong men - grabbers remained.Many even hired employees.Fists damn, but everything is according to the law. All with papers and seals.Vovan kept his mother's house as a dacha. I didn't bother with the household. He usually came to his black BMW for fishing, but at the same time he loved the village smells. just like when I was a child.In the morning, when he opened the window, he inhaled with all his chest the smells of freshly mown, fragrant herbs, the aroma of roses under the window, and something rustic... It was the smell of manure and the smell of fresh milk.There are no such smells in the city.And suddenly all the smells were interrupted by a single one.The smell of coffee beans brewed by my wife in a special turk with a long handle on an open fire. - Volodya! Breakfast is ready -