Wonderful renovation of my grandmother’s summer house

When I first went there in many years
Then my heart was pressed.

The cut was decayed, the walls were darkened from time.
The Suhads were long broken and ybm where
My grandmother’s favorite pions have ever aged, now filled
It was weed.

But all that, I was thinking that this house still
Can be saved?
There were many works. I cleaned first
the area from trash and dried grass-pts, then
We started with workers to the roof of the house
Renewal wall fastening.

There is no ideal thing, sometimes it was the jerry
It will be finished, it would be better to deliver what
The Misses were held.

But every three times when I remembered my grandmother
Baked cookies taste long silent
Hours under the old yard tree, I found a new jerk.

The house changed a few months later.
I recovered the yard, I painted the walls, changed
POSSIBLE:

Baku flourished flowers again, and the kitchen
The smell of freshly baked cookies was again brmer.
Now this is not only a house, this is part of the memory, a place,
Where the past met in the present.