I live in Sochi. And giving washing is in mountains in the village of Golitsyno. On the way to giving I pass every time by a picturesque place where there lives the kind elderly seller of a persimmon. It has a big garden and when the persimmon keeps up, it takes out to the road pailfuls and baskets with brightly orange fruits. The lodge costs it at the height of 400 meters above sea level and therefore after a rain of a cloud creep far below. The beautiful view of mountains, which tops starts becoming covered by snow late fall, just when the persimmon keeps up. And burros roam about roads the whole groups. This picture about my earth, about my Homeland.