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I stood on the porch and looked at the darkening morning sky, which was periodically flashed by lightning. She chuckled - Martha was arguing with a neighbor about the weather yesterday and, as always, she was right. True, I was a little mistaken - it will not rain, but a good thunderstorm.

I went around a small house, checking whether it was necessary to hide anything from the elements, whether the windows were tightly closed and ran to the procurement room. Most of all, under the drops drumming on the roof, sort and lay out herbs, flower petals, dried mushrooms.

Sitting at a simple lesson, I recalled how two months had flown by. Summer was coming to an end and in a few days Alina would leave for Krasnoyarsk to continue her studies. It's a pity ... our fun evening gatherings will be greatly missed.

At first, working with Martha, I was insanely tired. From morning until late at night, we planted, looked after her large traviarium, and worked in greenhouses. Often Martha was called as a