The silent place Today was a rainy, cloudy and sad day. I and my father went to visit the grave of my uncle, father's brother. In that place, among hundreds of graves, I got a strange feeling. I felt how life is miserable and fragile and can end in any day, any moment. It was very devastating sense. Then the sun's rays broke through clouds a bit and lighted the field. My feelings became warmer and I realized that even if life so fragile I should enjoy each moment. It's simple, yes, but I forget about it so often.

The clover The four-leaved clover brings the luck to the owner, it’s popular omen. It is kind of hard to find it, only one of 10 000 clovers born with four petals. I remember two cases in my life when I found them. The first case was occasionally, I just went off from the car in my city, looked down to the ground and saw little meadow full of clovers, and I had thought maybe there can be “lucky one”, and it was there. I found it in few seconds! The four-leaved clover and it was not the “fake clover”. However, a few months later I lost it in the book which I borrowed to one friend. I hope she is lucky too now :) In the second case, I went with special intention to find it, in the countryside near the forest. I didn't think that I’ll be lucky again, but I found it in 40 min! It looked like it wanted to be found. It pulled his thin, green neck toward the road, so it was easy to spot it. I gently put it in the bag and went to the home, put it in the one old book, return to the city after few days but... forgot that book with the clover in the village with my relatives. Well, I hope they life became happier too. Two lucky clovers and both for others, after that I started to think maybe I’m “luck bringer” too. Ha-ha. There is a picture of the second one:

The stick When I was at my 8-10 years I used to be in my grandmother’s village every summer. I loved this time. I played with my friends the whole day, we explored everything around, went swimming, ate wild berries, played different games. It was a lot of fun and joy. I came back to home only for dinner or supper, I was outside until sunset and a little bit more. However, sometimes I was alone and had to entertain myself. I invented some simple and curious game for me. In some place of the village, I took one wood stick and threw it in the sky. When It fell to the ground I looked where pointed the sharp end of the stick, and went this way straight until I would find something interesting. Once it was broken toy, another time it was a coin, some insect or rodents' house or just some metallic detail from somewhere. It could point to the fence with the angry dog behind also or just to the tree. I liked this game, maybe it looks silly now, but it was a little adventure for me each time. I miss those sunny, carefree days.