I remember the smell of frozen spruce, which dad brought to the New year. She was lying in the hall. And I and my sister lying in the parent's bed and watched on TV a good story. This smell was Happiness. The smell of happiness...I also remember the time of my first admiration of a simple nature. I walked in the field, it was the height of summer. I lay down in the grass and watched as she moves from the wind. Like the endless green sea. I looked at it, and I felt like I was part of this sea.