when I was a little girl, my grandfather used to take me to our communal library. You can't imagine how happy I was to be among hundreds of books. I spent many hours looking for interesting books and read them carefully. If there were some difficult words, I would ask my grandpa and he would explain it to me. A few months later, I had to go to school so I didn't have time to go there. However, my grandpa was so meticulous that he borrowed books for me to read them at home. I was so grateful and enjoyed reading in my free time. Everything about the old library stills plays a pivotal role in my soul. I wish I could come back to that time one more time.