Yesterday I went to Lomonosov. A beautiful city, it turns out. It is completely strewn with maple and oak leaves. Honeysuckle bushes add crimson colors to the general kaleidoscope of colors. In general, it turns out a wonderful autumn parade.
People are very responsive. I, like a true blockhead, was instantly left with two dead phones and inaccurate addresses. Was it worth it to travel so far to forget the final address?! Eeehh. This is all me. But nothing, prompted, indicated and even carried out. Thank you kind people!
I can’t say the same about animals. At first, a stray dog barked at me. But I held on proudly and independently, and stepped sideways in the opposite direction, simply ran away. What to take from a dog? She was cold and starving, I guess. But I did not expect this from a squirrel! Acorns crunch underfoot. Eat — I don’t want to! Or maybe modern squirrels don’t eat acorns? There are also chestnuts! Maybe, of course, I’m behind the times, and squirrels now feed on people?! Lost lonely travelers like me. And you know, it was a very cunning squirrel! If she wanted to devour me, she didn’t plan to kill me personally, but set a cat on me.
Just imagine this thriller. I’m walking in the park. Beautiful autumn park. The wind drives the leaves, the sun is shining, the mood is good. I kick the leaves with my feet, listening to their rustling. And suddenly I see something coming towards me. Also with such a sound as an elk on a windbreak. Leaves just fly in all directions. When it jumped, I thought it was a rat. From my scream, the remaining leaves fell off the trees, grannies with mothers walking at a distance fainted, babies screamed, and somewhere in space a supernova exploded. Then only I saw a magnificent tail. And no, squirrels up close are not so pretty. She landed on the floor of my cloak. I generously sent the poor fellow flying, throwing her somewhere into the bushes. Actually, I was so scared that she could have ended up on the moon. As soon as I fought off the squirrel, the cat was already flying at me. The size of a boar. About three Skizi in it alone. His eyes are burning, his hair is on end, and on the other end of the leash, the aunt is trying to slow down with his heels. If you think I’m joking, then nothing like that! The cat changed direction a second before the collision. I just managed to jump over the leash. The cat and the aunt rushed off into the bushes for the squirrel. To say that I was stunned, to say nothing.
In general, the glorious city of Lomonosov. Beautiful, especially in autumn like this. There are many trees. Attractions are different. And people are very responsive. But animals…