Elinushka. At the end of January comes... (№ 462313)

At the end of January there comes a moment when I just catastrophically dislike winter. Perhaps this is because the shortest-longest-feelings-prickly-cold month is ahead. Passers-by, ruffled like sparrows, hide in their warm coats, wrapped in scarves to the tip of their noses, and everyone is in a hurry, running home from the cold, into warmth, into comfort. This is probably why I’m already dreaming of spring, I’ve been cultivating it within myself since January, buying flowers and wearing thin powdery sweaters. And I also know that a woman should always have spring in her soul.