MOWING VACUUM
Good for the classics! They go beyond the outskirts, to protected places — boundless expanses, tall grasses, fresh breeze. Everything sets a poetic mood. And so it’s born: “Mow, scythe, while the dew…”, “Spread out, shoulder, swing, arm…” But the ordinary modern “urbanized” villager (and the city dweller — owner of a small plot of Read more…










