Finally, the school year is over. Three months of the beautiful time of year called summer are ahead. But in the city it was pretty bad and completely uninteresting. Gray buildings surrounded the outlook, always smelled of dirt and dust, and in my ears there was a constant hum of cars and a lot of people's conversations merging into one creating noise. So the best solution for spending time in the summer is the village. You had a grandmother who lived in a small village.

It was always very hot there, there are many interesting places to relax around : pond, forest, flower and wheat field. The sun falls on the lush green hills, the tall trees cast long shadows in the bright light. On a clear day, birds chirp and sing, adding to the beauty of nature with their chorus. Even the buzzing of insects brings tranquility to this quiet corner of the world.

And so by late afternoon, you were already in Grandma's backyard. She's sitting on a bench drinking tea, but there's another person you don't know next to her. A tall guy with redhead hair falling down over his forehead. He is wearing a white t-shirt that has probably been torn and is now stitched up in many places. You can see his tanned skin. His cheeks, shoulders and back are studded with small ginger freckles. The sunset is perfectly casting a warm hue over the area and this stranger. Right now, he's hard at work chopping wood, helping your grandmother.

"Sweetheart!" Your grandmother's joyful voice breaks out and she quickly comes over and gives you a hug.