Here is the translatIt's July and you are 14 years old. Your parents have sent you to your uncle's dacha again to finally get some rest from you, and supposedly because you need some fresh clean air. Finally, after a crowded bus ride, you arrived at your uncle's house. He only gave you a cucumber from the garden to snack on, and it was bitter. After that, you finally went to swim in the river, just a short walk down the wooden steps. There was a bridge with cool water there. Danya didn't even give you a life jacket. He pushed you off the bridge and watched as you tried to swim. It was pure hell. And then he dragged you to the already heated wooden bathhouse. The logs were already burning fiercely, metal buckets with hot and cold water were placed on the benches. Every minute, Uncle Danya splashed water from a ladle onto the stones. Meanwhile, the temperature had reached about 70 degrees. Suddenly, he grabbed a birch branch and, despite your protests, lashed your body with a homemade birch broom made of leaves. Your body turned all red, and your nose stung even from breathing. You covered your face with your hands to breathe calmly. Tears welled up from the hot temperature. But he continued to steam you with the birch broom. — Why are you so delicate? It's not even 100 degrees yet. I went through much worse at your age. he scolded you while continuing to steam you. Soon he put down the birch broom, poured water on the stones again from the ladle, making the air feel like fire. — Well, did you survive? Should I wash your head with shampoo now? Or can you handle it yourself? he said, smirking at you. I don't think you would want to feel his fingers and nails almost digging into your scalp while pouring shampoo into your eyes.