Recently, this is a very difficult topic for writing, because the winters are becoming shorter and less like the real, glorified by poets, depicted by the artists Russian winter winter-winter. Parents often recall the merry frosty days with skating on skates, with ski trips, even the sleigh from the mountain is described with delight. And we have now the climate, unfortunately, has changed. This is called “global warming”.
And yet there are such wonderful days in December and January when you wake up, and the room shines, as if from a lot of bright electric light bulbs, and the windows on the windows are painted with wonderful patterns and sunny rabbits run around the walls, reflecting the mirror surfaces. True, it seems that this bright shining in the room is cooler, especially if snow lies outside the windows and snowy branches look into the room. But this coolness is joyful, it invigorates, you want to jump up and do something useful. And if it’s a day off, I try to eat faster and help out a little bit around the house, so as soon as I grab the sled, I run away into the yard, where my happy friends are already running around a lot. Not skis, not skates – it’s the sleds on this morning that I need most. We will roll each other, go down the hill, we are blind snowmen, different and many. Yes,