By origin we all are from our childhood and that is not a secret. When I arrived to Arhipka, images from the rural childhood and adolescence have swept over me. All these provincial Kuban settlements and villages are very similar, with identical bus terminals, identical curve streets, fences and houses with front gardens, similar grannies sell sunflower seeds and only in these places you can come into a bookshop and find the books by Tatyana Tolstaya covered with a thick layer of dust just for 52 rubles per book (twice cheaper than in Krasnodar!) Arhipka is also good for its universality. On the one hand it can remind you a native village, on the other hand - the Mediterranean resort.
You want to swim, tan and move, go to the beach; there is a large amount of different entertainments and opportunities for active leisure there.
I'm not a fan of active kinds of sports, any swimming, diving, water games, chocolate sunburn and stuff like that, and in this seaside settlement I have found absolute rest, peace and repose without which a full recreation is impossible.
As my corroded by work brains wouldn't like to be moved, upset, turned over, and they didn't want anything to be put into them, I went to the beach just for the sake of appearance, obeying narrow-minded representation about successful vacation at the seaside, according to which staying at the sea is set off only if you have changed your seven skins like snake during its renewal period, and you have spent not less than a tank of fat Kuban sour cream to recover your scorched skin.
I am not the supporter of such mockeries and have tanned more during my long walks about the settlement's neighbourhood. Simple lying on a beach and staring at the bodies bothered me on the second day. It is so nice in the neighbourhood - so picturesque, children do not shout there, their mummies do not bring them up; somebody's towels do not beat face, fluttering on a wind...
You can call me a misanthrope but I was just a tired office worker, therefore for me personally the bliss at the sea began in the evening when all the roasted and noisy people left home, the silence broken by the slow and regular lapping of waves hung over the beach, and the moonlight path appeared on the water surface; during those moments everything disposed to philosophical reflections... And I was sitting and thinking: "And what was there at work..." The cell phone thoughtlessly taken to the beach was out of action, because the sand has fallen into it, and it was impossible to call and take an interest in how the things in the office were; the compelled information isolation gave rich pabulum for different terrible images... But all that was only a delusion. As Abraham Lincoln used to say, and Stalin I.V. agreed with him, there are no irreplaceable people, and somewhere inside I had a suspicion, that actually business went on perfectly, and maybe even better than before my departure. Only the health of a tired office worker is irreplaceable, it demands restoration for new working fulfillments and for the rise of competitiveness on a labour-market, isn't it so?
Most of all I liked to greet the morning in Arhipka. Usually it overtook me in bed somewhere about the noon. The morning in Arhipka is languid, lingering and silent. Only the humming of flies brakes this ringing silence, but in Arhipka even flies are not deprived of languor and do not seem importunate at all. So here is the awakening: fruity yawn or even a series of yawns, pandiculation, and then the hand stretches to the book, a short immersion into a reality of a superficial dime novel, and then the healthy vacationist hunger pushes out a body from bed and drives into a shower. The gastronomic picture of Arhipka is so various that I don't even want to speak about it, I want to eat.
I think that the majority of people are familiar with the reaction of an organism to satiation âˆwell, had a meal - take a nap now. And what can be better than a siesta after a nourishing dinner? I, for example, always did so. For some reason just then I remembered my kindergarten teacher Vera Andreevna who always put me to bed at a sleeping hour personally because I could not calm down longer than other children and she kept saying constantly: "Sleep, Natasha, sleep. You will regret that you did not use such an opportunity, when you grow up". And I am saying that everything is just like in my childhood. And some persons may reproach me with the availability of excess weight and the lack of mobility, but I think, that the peace of mind is more important; even if it is based on the pair or two of extra kilos. But I slander myself. During a week in Arhipka I even grew a little thinner, because I walked a lot, investigating the area, which is mainly mountainous in that places and rather attractive for long walks.
Well, my fine passive vacation in Arhipka has ended ahead of schedule; however it was necessary to leave to Krasnodar because of some business there, about which I have already forgotten. But my vacation in Arhipka I remember till now.