The second floor balcony and the windows next to it were ours in Moscow. I used to play on the playground here. Even though I was called Dina by everyone at school and outside of it, at home they called me Inna.
My mom would come out and call me from the balcony: "I-n-n-n-a-a!" The kids then began to say that, I was a liar, because I told them that my name was Dina. Good times, good times!
More pictures of our woods.
Autumn is beautiful