Sunday morning in a guest house with two little history. The aroma of coffee and a room at the bottom of the steps that you could hear the old quietly entered. Customers slowly down on the chair creaking old stairs. Time to get up. Boiled eggs, cold, not hidden in a miniature glove point. At a nearby table similar to the task of the responsibility of the yellow hen. This is "embedded" a lace tablecloth are waiting for a cup and saucer. How sozdavalsyaPodokonniki Mosel full of flowers, which are supposed to hostess a light hand, as the Germans say, "Gruner thumb" - "green thumb". Behind the glass - even the rain on the terrace with some farmers wet hot utensils. Empty bottles in crates waiting to fill the new wine. Near the wall of the load of the old vineyards c gray bars. On each side of the window - a deep, penetrating silence and peace on Sunday.
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