Mikhail Borisovich Bar. (№ 263829)

Winter forest - echoing like gunshots, the cawing of crows, the snow from the tree branches that fell over the collar, traces, which can not see the bottom, the steam from the wet gloves and the parallel and then intersecting curves ski tracks; spring forest - the smell of black, still frozen, the earth, the current in all directions, choking of the melt water, stream, thin white stripe blue from the cold skin between sweater and jeans, and her large pimples, which only lips and can melt; summer forest - hot Golden drops of resin on a copper bark, hair, and tomato-smelling smoke, white, daisies, dress, soiled, dry red wine and tickling the pine needle that did not get it, if not to undo two thousand small, like ladybugs, buttons, rapidly sprawling under the fingers on the back and chest