Mikhail Borisovich Bar. (№ 263774)

By mid-February, winter stops and freezes in place. The sky becomes grey, low and heavy so that the atmospheric pressure is converted into blood, strong wind, counter, choppy and so cold that it whine even teeth-metal, wet snow, firmly adhering to the ski and the track is so long that if it is wound into one big ball, then it can't slide out even with the help of ski poles. Long this trail is only an endless sleep, inside of which she tirelessly goes on, and endless Feb frozen inside the winter that will never end.