When I was a child I used to spend the summer holidays at my grandparents’ house in a village by the sea. In those days, some thirty years ago, there were no tourists and this was a quiet fishing village. In the afternoons, the fishermen used to sit outside their small, white house mending their nets.
As we went by, they would smile and greet us, and if I was with my grandfather we would stop and talk and they would tell stories of the difficulties they had faced in the storms that are common on that part of the coast in the autumn.
When I grew up I no longer went to the village for my holidays, but we still visited my grandparents from time to time until they' both died. And then my father sold the house. Some years later, however, just after I got married, I took my husband to see the village where I had been so happy as a child. I noticed then that everything was already changing.«ППЖЖЖЖ ПОМОГИТЕ »ОЧЕНЬ МАЛО ВРЕМЕНИ ОСТАЛОСЬ ПЖЖЖЖ