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oliday in early May turned out to be very warm and sunny . My class got out on May Day to relax from loaded the educational process , the end of the year and recharge for the upcoming spring mood , last call . Early in the morning , barely touching the tops of their gentle dawn , whitened on the outskirts, high-rise housing estates , we have reached the first trolley bus to the last stop on a suburban road . Ahead saw green young wheat field , followed by picturesque fir trees , which each year is filled with new seedlings young pines and fir Viscous porridge spring thaw beneath our feet was gradually replaced velor islands emerald moss and springy , tasty crackles , red carpet last year's needles. We walked in single file one behind the other , dodging outstretched paws prickly pines Some perennial ate were so high that it seemed to cling its blue-green , bushy tops white sheep clouds, frolicking in the dance of the heavenly dance. Mischievous sun then dived in their whipped foam , then peeped slyly winking bulk solar " bunnies ." We easily found a suitable picnic clearing and built a small fire of dry twigs and cones . Speaking in a low voice so as not to disturb the invisible forest dwellers , we are comfortably settled around bubbling over sheaves of sparks , fire, and enjoyed the beauty and tranquility of the day .