The mention of summer holidays always thrills me.Every summer from when I was 4,we always went to Norway and for me it was idyllic place.There always was party with enormous number of my relatives.My mother had made incredible things for me:she always packed us and had to book all tickets and hotels for all of us.The first step in our trip was always a London,then Oslo.The capital of Norway was renamed from Christiania to Oslo and sometimes we got confused.the most difficult and rough part was journey from new castle to Oslo by ship.We always stopped in Oslo to see our grandparents.the next day we continue to travel by boat.We loved this part of journey because of peace and beauty that surround you.late in the afternoon we would come finally to the end of the journey,the island of fjome.Heaven knows how our mother found this the greatest place on earth.About 2 hundred yards from the cost along a narrow dusty road,stood a simple wooden hotel painted white.it was run by elderly couple whose faces i still remember clearly and every year they welcomed us like old friends
On August 20, I was returning via Moscow to Kazan from Tomsk, where I flew to a meeting of the Arbitration Court on the bankruptcy procedure of an individual. I noticed Alexei Navalny, when he was standing in line for control in front of the departure zone, I thought: "He or not he." Among young people, he is a recognizable personality - my mother probably does not know him, and his 10-year-old nephew, to whom I later sent a photograph, recognized him.
The first time passing by him, I decided that it seemed to me. I went back, looked again and realized that he was definitely. There were two lines, we went through pre-flight control at the same time, and I saw that they immediately
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On August 20, I was returning via Moscow to Kazan from Tomsk, where I flew to a meeting of the Arbitration Court on the bankruptcy procedure of an individual. I noticed Alexei Navalny, when he was standing in line for control in front of the departure zone, I thought: "He or not he." Among young people, he is a recognizable personality - my mother probably does not know him, and his 10-year-old nephew, to whom I later sent a photograph, recognized him.
The first time passing by him, I decided that it seemed to me. I went back, looked again and realized that he was definitely. There were two lines, we went through pre-flight control at the same time, and I saw that they immediately