As a child, I often went to the village to visit my grandmother's sister for the summer. She had chickens, goats, pigs and a cow Zoika on her farm. It was a completely different life, not like the hustle and bustle of the city that we are used to. I have never felt such closeness with nature and the Earth as in those moments. It is happiness to hear the sounds of a waking up village, animals, a grandmother who is going to milk the cow to make us a fresh delicious breakfast. And people...there were completely different people there, everyone knew each other and took care of each other's. Do you remember?