spring [Theme] Page 3

Spring is not the beginning of March and not even the warmth of the sun always flowing from the heavens; spring is a state of mind, even if it is February outside the window.

We had a thaw and it smelled like spring, but now it’s bitterly cold again and it smells like God knows what.

Under this new sun and new foliage.

The snow melts and flowers bloom in our souls. Flowers of hope, happiness, inspiration and love.

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.

And in it - the happy laughter of spring!

“Sir,” he began, “when winter comes with cold, rain and snow, the doctor repeats to you every day: Keep

A huge rain cloud rushed across the sky with spring rain and the first spring thunder, with which young girls wash themselves with a silver spoon in order to become whiter than silver themselves.

On that day, the old year lived its last hours. He humbly endured the reproaches and slander of slanderers and honestly did his job. Spring Summer Autumn Winter. He completed the required circle and now bowed his tired head to eternal rest. He himself knew neither hopes, nor high impulses, nor lasting happiness.

Nailed to the steep with a hiss.

This is her magic and wonder.

When we said goodbye to you.

And there is no death either.

Glory to the forest!