Dandelions bloom in my village at Easter. We came to parents to feel this special spirit of my childhood ...
The coffee I drink outside, enjoying this blossoming paradise!
The art of painting Easter eggs, which grandfather took from their ancestors. Only here I get the greatest pleasure from this, because it reminds me of the time when I celebrated Easter with my parents ...
This is a great man for me who knows how to enjoy every day of life, although he understands that this day may be the last!
His hard-earned hands skillfully paint spider-bugs on Easter eggs, then with horseradish onions they become so red!
I enjoy the paradise of a dandelion in front of the mountain, which is so fleeting as our life ...
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