Stories told by me about myself. Endless frogs.

When I was six years old, we went to spend the summer with my grandparents in Astrakhan. Every day we went to the Volga to swim and sunbathe.
There were many frogs there. I love frogs: green, soft to the touch, agile, touching.

I caught them and showed them to the adults. They told me, "put it away, what a disgusting thing" and scared me that I would get warts on my hands.
Then I collected a whole bucket of frogs and then released them all at once.

I sat and watched as they endlessly jumped out of it.
and hid in the murky waters of the Volga.
And it was wonderful.