Jul 18
When Ilya was a child, his parents and Sergei took him, Lyosha and Sveta to Sochi. The men would go into town, to the market, to get meat and vegetables for the planned evening shashlyk. Alexei would often ask to go with them — it was much cooler, more grown up. But Ilya always preferred the beach with mama and Sveta. They’d sprawl on the towels, wet and covered in sand, and pointed at tiny white dots that appeared and disappeared in the water when the sea got a bit too angry. They had to predict where the next one would appear. You’d get a point if you guessed the place correctly, but it would be docked if it turned out to be a seagull instead of foam. — petrichor, chapter 2.
