I do not remember being carried, but if any of my big uncles gave me a lift, I am sure I like them all the more for it.
The Dvina River swallowed the Polota many times a day, yet the lesser stream flooded the universe on one occasion.

On the hither bank of that stream, as you go from Polotzk, I should plant a flowering bush, a lilac or a rose, in memory of the life that bloomed in me one day that I was there.
Leisurely we had strolled out of the peaceful town.

It was early spring, and the sky and the earth were two warm palms in which all live things nestled.

Little green leaves trembled on the trees, and the green, green grass sparkled.

We sat us down to rest a little above the bridge; and life flowed in and out of us fully, freely, as the river flowed and parted about the bridge piles.
A market garden lay on the opposite slope, yellow-green with first growth.