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Surely, as a child, you went to the dacha, next to the river. We left all the city hype and explored the nearest surroundings with our summer cottage friends ... everything we touched there - everything real, genuine, alive ... Nostalgia for me in this picture ... and also in it "Dandelion Wine": June dawns, July noons, August evenings - everything is over, over, gone forever and remains only in memory. Now there is a long autumn ahead, a white winter, a cool green spring, and during this time you need to think about the past summer and take stock. And if something is forgotten - well, there is dandelion wine in the cellar, each bottle has a number, and in them - all the days of summer, every single one.