Once hot may day, my family went to grandma’s village, which was located near the abandoned mining town Bloody Hill to get a little break from the bustle of the city. You can turn the music to MP3, I stared out the window. Green grass swayed in the warm wind, the trees slightly swaying. On the mountains visible in the distance, not the snow melted. The small streamlet glittered in the sun. About 20 minutes later, the weather rapidly began to deteriorate. A strong wind blew massive clouds hid the sun. Big drops of rain drummed on the roof of the car.
– So went to rest quietly, I mumbled and leaned back in his seat. – Not to worry, just a stray cloud, soon the rain will pass, the forecast is passed on that the whole day will be clear, – tried to calm my dad. – I would like to believe it, – said the worried mother.
Two hours later, we arrived on the scene at the gate we were met by the grandmother. Funny dog beam with joy was hovering around us while dad unloaded the things he had three times almost knocked him down, the father quietly grumbled. When we brought the Luggage into the house, grandma sat us down behind a large oak Desk, which stood near the fireplace and drink hot tea with my favorite strawberry jam. But then the phone rang. Dad got a call from work. After the conversation, my mom began in a half-voice to discuss something.
Granny, tell me something interesting about an abandoned mining town, I smile posmotrela grandmother, the parents, in turn, fell silent and with a frown looked at me. Continue reading