Often walking around with his best friends Andrew and Oksanka, I loved to look out under the trees of early primroses. The city of Severobaikalsk, where I lived, was at that time a modest village of the builders of the railway, and in the middle of the streets could often meet young pine, larch and cedar. That's where it bloomed povjesne THEY are tender and weightless, the first flowers, the snowdrops.
We gathered armfuls of them and hide them in bags, as the stems were short, and in the hands of those bunches was difficult to keep. I brought them home and put certainly in the water on the window. Mom said that this is not the snowdrops, and the sleep-grass. And the neighbor, uncle amount (typical local Buryat), for some reason called Uralkali.
It was very interesting, as is actually called my favorite flowers. And daddy and I 'climbed' the TSB. That's where I learned that my beloved primroses are called 'lumbago'. And what was my surprise when, once again, considering the brand, I saw a familiar name. The 'Golden cross' - it was a signed picture of yellow flowers, emblazoned on a background of mountains.