When we finally came to Oleg’s house, we saw Oleg throwing crab apples a d birds which were eating his cherries. We had a basket with us, which was almost immediately filled with his black currant berries, apples, cucumbers, raspberries, and cherries. Isabella and I went into the bathroom and changed into our swimsuits. Then, we went swimming. We walked with Grandma, Grandpa and Oleg to the lake, stopping for wild raspberries and wild blueberries. We played in the water. Soon, though, it was time for lunch.
We left the lake, though Oleg promised to take us fishing after lunch. For lunch, Oleg had made a weird soup. The main component of the soup was Kvas. It was bette than delicious. In addition, his wife Lena gave me a recipe for her really great white bean fry. Mmmm. It makes me drool just by thinking about it. Grandma Lilia especially liked the zucchini patties Lena made. After lunch, we busied ourselves with catching crickets to use as bait when we went fishing. The forty-five minutes went by like this, (I’m supposed to snap here).
When the forty-five minutes were up, we went to the lake again. Isabella caught her first fish, but we let it go because it was tiny. When I caught the next fish, the hook got lodged in between the gills. When we tried to take it out, the fish swallowed it in even more. We had to take it with us, because it would have died anyway. After that, I caught two more fish, while Isabella caught one. We went back to the house, and then, we left shortly after.
Of course, Isabella had to forget her bathing suit, but we didn’t know about that until we were already in Warsaw. Anyway, we drove to our apartment, where Dad was waiting for us. He took Grandma Lilia home, because in the morning, Grandpa had accidentally driven by a car and left a tiny dent. It was no big deal, but Grandpa was worried and didn’t want to go back there. I went with Dad and told him about our whole day. Then, we drove back to the apartment, left the car there and went for a stroll around the city. Eventually, Grandma took Grandpa to a restaurant and we ate dinner there. After that, we had desert in Crustum. And that’s how this day went down in history, July 21, 2018.
Very nice story about Oleg's dacha. This soup is called Okroshka. I like it too. Will make it at home when we are all back. Grandma Liza says hello!
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