я даже не знаю какое это время​

Old and new mitichy.the "old" one-storey wooden houses curled along the yaroslavl, with its two sides of the scattered narrow streets between the railroad or the forest – elk island, immersed in the green of the gnarled apple-trees, proudly towered over the low picket fences, bright dahlias, swaying on thin stems "golden balls", the bitter smell of phlox. lived here clans, everything about all know and cherish children's friendship and family ties.  cattle almost did not hold (the city anyway), and pigeons respected. and you could see in the vast sky, then over one, then over another house, "the carrier pigeon". circled and nanoviruses, they returned to the owner, in the pigeon-house, arranged somewhere above the barn.