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I don't know where else in this world is
The same spring.
I'll let the wind
And will remain forever with thee.

February is always full of hope. February is almost spring! And in the spring everything is possible.

"Spring has come! I'm back to it in a heap!!!"

Sometimes, something is not glued, very good at it, and at the same time feel something good. Remember the good and realize it is spring.

Spring is truly a rebirth, a piece of immortality.

Spring happiness a different taste. Less cream transience, more heavy cream vechnosti and lush biscuit feelings a lot of sun.

Even spring boots boots whispers in your ear something gentle.

You must always go forward, remembering that after winter always comes spring.

Spring is the time of life, not death.

"Sometimes same - stoked the stove, staring at the fire and think: that's what it is, a big winter!
And suddenly Wake up at night from unexplained noise. Wind, I think, a raging Blizzard, but no, the sound is not like this, and far some, a very familiar sound. What is it? And fall asleep again. And in the morning out on the porch - forest in the fog and no island no snow to be seen anywhere. Where did it go, winter? Then run away from the porch and saw a puddle.
A real puddle in the middle of winter. And all of the trees are pairs. What is it? And this night, it was raining. Big, heavy rain. And washed away the snow. And chased away the cold. And in the forest was warm, as it happens only in early autumn".
That's how I thought the Bear quiet warm morning in the middle of winter.

Spring again ***Ala.

Who knew that a new spring will kill you. No, we didn't know...

And this new spring, we do not return everything we have lost...

As he tried the people gathered in one small place a few hundred thousand, to disfigure the land on which they clung, no matter how stoned earth on which nothing grew on it, no matter how clean off all the grass is coming, like it or smoked with coal and oil, like it or circumcise their trees and drove all the animals and birds - spring was spring, even in this city.