Photo: Mikhail Stepanov. The dacha is: 1. Sleep. 2. Eating. 3. Children. 4. The sun is the rain. 5. Sleep. 6. Eating. 7. Wine. I can more details. Sleep 
The best way to wake up- Wait until the moment when your heel, cheek, ear so warm the sun that it is impossible to endure. And you should move a little to the shade, but your body is already filled with fresh air and bird song and can no longer lie comfortably under the duvet. You open one eye and look at how the shadows from the apple trees slowly add up to the pictures of your dream, which is still so close, but you can not remember it anymore. First you try to determine by the sun, which is the hour, in the hope that you can turn over on the other side and sleep a little more in a cocoon of blankets and blankets that you were wrapped up by friends a few - perhaps very few - hours ago. Then you realize that the morning has long since ended, and the question of breakfast rises at full speed. It is important to wake up not the first (otherwise you have to prepare breakfast at all) and not the last (it is unlikely that something will get). With a huge effort of will, you turn your head 12 degrees and you see jugs with cold tea and currant leaves on the table, an omelet with something like spinach, that is, very green, and hot buns so hot that their heat is almost palpable. Or ... The same buns, but with dried tomatoes, mozzarella and basil, which, contrary to all the skeptics' forecasts, nevertheless grew up in the suburbs, or ... Or are they still asleep, you woke up first - on the clock 11.34. It is necessary to set a record of self-discipline and prepare tea with currant leaves and an omelette with something very green. 
Breakfast is considered the most important item of the day. Although if you wake up closer to dinner, you can argue with this. At the dacha, breakfast in the house is impossible. And in general, a house is not a dacha. The dacha is the air, the light and the shadows. There is nothing more beautiful than the sun rays breaking through the leaves of trees. This light is constantly in motion, and therefore our country life is completely subordinated to the movement of shadows. Where the shadows, there we are. We are (in the narrowest circle) my family. In the widest - friends of the family and friends of friends. That is a lot of people. Shadows should be enough for everyone. As, however, and food. And then breakfast on the terrace in front of the house or on a mat under the apple trees is covered. I'm going to watch the children sleep. To wake someone at the dacha, even if not just breakfast, but lunch is long over, is a blatant and cruel crime against human rights. There is nothing more pleasant than looking at the son when he watches the last morning's sleep, and that ray of the sun heats his cheek. Children Children in the country are a special phenomenon. Unlike normal people, for whom lying in a hammock with a glass of wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other is the best pastime, children require other entertainments. I think this is due to the fact that they do not drink or smoke. Lying in hammocks make it difficult to pretend that tennis balls, basketballs, squeals by the pool and music like 50 cent do not get on their nerves at all. But, as you know, the easiest way to make the unpleasant pleasant is to change your attitude to the object of irritation. Therefore, we regularly organize ping-pong tournaments, grandmother wins at the grandson on the basketball court - a basket between two pines (they, by the way, cast shaking shadows from 2 to 5 pm!), As for the songs 50 cent, then we learned them by heart . And I must admit, on a particularly hot day when the head does not even have a hint of thoughts, and the body refuses to accept any position other than horizontal, this music in combination with a cool shower acts invigoratingly. The sun is the rain 
Both make us seek refuge. The terraces are flooded with such a bright sun, that for a couple of years I've been adding more and more to them so that the search for shadows was as easy as possible. First came what we call "Bali" - a built-in wooden flooring bath with a large shower head above it. An obligatory condition for showering: attentive viewing of the sun's rays, which are refracted in the streams of water - the effect is steeper than any spa procedure. Below the level is a separate terrace for sunbathing on mats specially brought for this from the Philippines ($ 5 a piece, one of my most valuable acquisitions). It is highly recommended in combination with a glass of cold white wine. Then came what we call "Saint-Tropez" - the same flooring, but with a tiny pool, a white umbrella and a mattress. It was assumed that the mattress would be covered every day with a well-ironed blue sheet, but ... dacha laziness is an ineradicable phenomenon. Next came "Paradise" - a terrace with two huge hammocks under the apple trees. Here the phrases were born: "let's go to tea to drink tea" or "I'll sleep in paradise for half an hour." One trouble: during a rain hammocks should be removed, otherwise they dry very long. All the other terraces from the rain are getting better. Firstly, the rain washes away the pollen, and secondly, watering the rhododendron bushes in the pots - given their number, this is a very serious argument for the rain at least once every three days, and thirdly, wet gray boards - it's very beautiful, in Fourth, to run out under the warm rain is a pleasure (by the way, it is said that it somehow magically contributes to breast enlargement), and fifthly - to watch the rain while sitting on the street, but under a roof, in large armchairs, and while harvesting strawberries, ripe in a basket on a coffee table ( Of course, the music of 50 cent is not audible at the moment. The dream I once read that people who sleep at least half an hour after dinner live longer than the rest. This is one of the greatest discoveries of our time. Add to it the beneficial effect of laughter on the body, and it will turn out that the dwellers and guests of our dacha should live up to 160 years, no less. Sleep is invisibly picked up by everyone, wherever they are - in "Paradise", in "Bali" or in "Saint-Tropez". A person without warning goes into parallel reality, the conversation is interrupted in mid-sentence, the hand holding the glass with lemonade, loses its firmness, a strange smile appears on the face. And even the sounds of lawn mowers from neighboring sites can not prevent this short, but life-giving sleep. In the hottest days all the terraces are covered by an even layer of sleeping bodies by five o'clock in the evening. It resembles a rookery of fur seals. Such a spectacle invariably surprises the guests who are going to dinner. Imagine, you came to your friends to the country house, unload the bags of wine from the car, vegetables and fresh fish, enthusiastically drag it all to the house in anticipation of a fun evening, and there ... everyone is asleep. Complete silence, the singing of birds, and only from a certain corner does the sound of the film's titles sound about insects. More than once I struggled to understand where I was and what my guests wanted from me. They: "What did you feed them?" At this moment I can honestly answer: "While nothing."
Food We love to eat. Very. Delicious.On this, in principle, you can put an end to it. On the other hand, this topic is worthy of a separate and, possibly, more than one book. My mom and I take cooking with even more trepidation than interior design. Guests remember some dishes for several years. The main rules of our kitchen are the beauty of the products, the simplicity of the process, the purity of possible color, and hence the taste, combinations on a separate plate (products that do not match in color and do not suit each other in taste). We can start planning Friday dinner Monday morning, swallowing saliva, discussing possible ways to cook fresh trout throughout the week, and on Friday afternoon, stopping along the way to buy these trout, change our mind and grill chicken cutlets. An evening at the dacha is gastronomic happiness: from start to finish. While everyone is slowly returning to reality after a day's sleep, large white dishes with leaves, zucchini, lime, basil, cilantro, dill, spinach, green onions are brought to the “kitchen” (as we call a separate terrace with barbecue) under the apple trees. The same dishes are brought out to the fire on the grill, but, say, with pike perch marinated in white wine with lemon juice and garlic. The cooking process must necessarily be calm, beautiful, and hence inevitably pleasant. While the shadows are falling from the apple trees, we prepare salads. We never refuse to help our guests, on the contrary, the more help, the calmer and more pleasant the evening of the cooks will be. And besides, food and its anticipation is a very social activity. A bar table with high stools is specially provided in the "kitchen" for those who want to keep company with the chef while he is busy with the magically-mystically-mesmerizing process of cooking on an open fire. The only condition is no advice; if you know how to do it better, do it yourself. And now the two-meter square table has been laid - in vodka glasses, the caps of hydrangeas and bouquets of grass cut in the field barely keep their balance. They all sit down. The evening can be considered to have begun. Wine is a very important subject for the country. The first bottle - a cold light white Italian - opens in the afternoon, to a salad with celery, salmon, avocado marinated in olive oil and to a cool shower. He almost never drinks to the end. The next bottle - red, sometimes seriously French, or a very simple table - already at sunset, before dinner. In summer, wine is drunk somehow differently, much more and with much less consequences in the form of headaches, etc. Since we also take this occupation very seriously, another terrace with huge mattresses and an open a fireplace, around which we spend endless summer nights, and sometimes early mornings, discussing everything in the world, playing charades, putting on performances and watching the birds wake up and the first rays of the sun turn the tops of birches into golden sculptures. We wrap our friends who have fallen asleep on the street in duvets, we ourselves often fall asleep here, unable to get to bed. And we watch happy summer dreams until a ray of sun heats up our cheek or heel ... 
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