The Perfect Holiday The Perfect Holiday The essay is neither about some holiday from my past nor about my plans. There’s a description of my imagine holiday, the holiday what has been gathered from splinters of emotions I have ever felt and actions I have ever done. Some says that people shouldn’t return to places where they were happy once.Definitely maybe. You might find a toy, like a dear toy from your childhood, but you’re not a child anymore. Life that has been lived since your childhood changed you irreversibly. But all of us have an opportunity to travel freely in time and space in our imagination without danger of getting disillusionment, harm or pain. So, let me begin. There is a small train station in the country. Some man is getting off a train. That man is me. I’m ready for a long-awaited and well-earned vacation. Each man who arrives in a small town from a big city knows a feeling of drunkenness because of fresh air. I’m not an exception. Fresh air also bring good appetite. I take a car and go to my village. On my way to a village house I ask a driver make an extra stop in the next village. I remember there is a small butcher shop where always can be found a good piece of fresh pork. Just half an hour and I’m here, in my village. A cloud of mosquitoes are welcoming me by a dozen of stings. But I’m almost ready to counter-attack them by smoke of fire. One hour later I’m cooking yet another portion of shashlyk over burnt-out fire. I’m full, really full. Suddenly it’s getting dark. I have to go to bed. Sun in shining and I’m heading to another village to take a horse. An owner of the horse is an old woman. She can’t ride the animal or wash it. Thus I do her a favor by taking the horse for a walk. I need only a bridle. Of course she has a saddle as well, but that’s a big fun and pleasure to ride bareback, because you feel a horse completely. I’ve been ridden half a day with stops for rest. I’ve visited a village where I spent summertime when I was a teenager. It’s abandoned now. I saw fields where I thieved peas many years ago. We both, the horse and me, are tired. Time for bathe. A river is very close. I’m riding the horse into water. We’re diving deeper and deeper. I’m slipping into water. Water has been leaved one by one. I return the animal to the master. I’ll have to go the rest of my way to home on foot. That's almost impossible due to pain at legs. But hunger says me that I should try. To be continued.