Morning in the Village

村庄的早晨

She closed her eyes and imagined how her ancestors had once stood at this well in the same way, drawing water from its depths and feeling the same connection to the earth. Marina raised her head to the sky, where the birds were soaring, and felt a slight joy from the anticipation of the coming day. There was work ahead of her – tending the vegetable garden, picking berries, cooking dinner – but it all brought her pleasure.