I remember living in the country with a huge family: my grandmother,
grandfather, uncle, aunt, brother, sister, my parents and me. We lived simply
and friendly. We grew vegetables, fruits, berries, went to the forest for
mushrooms, played volleyball, board games, sang songs, sat by the fireplace. We
had a great time together. One day, the whole family went to the forest for
mushrooms. We got up at 5 am to be the first in the forest and collect all the
mushrooms. We took sandwiches, water, and mosquito spray with us. I must say, it
was not the most productive day, as there was no rain the day before. We walked
through the woods before lunch, climbed hills, and descended into ditches. To
say that we are all very tired is an understatement. And even more, we were all
hungry. And so we finally got home. Everyone chose a dish that will cook for
dinner. One was frying potatoes with mushrooms, another was making mushroom
soup, and the third was marinating mushrooms for the winter. Everyone was busy.
We were very hungry and were looking forward to dinner. And suddenly, from the
kitchen, there was first a wild yell, then a burst of laughter.