winter [Theme] Page 4

- No, - Kabanchik disagreed. - It turns into spring...

Learned the blizzard by heart.

It turns out that not only we do not know winter, but also real spring.

In autumn, rainwater stagnates in the ground, mixes with humus and becomes dead. There was nothing wrong with it as long as the cycle of the year existed, because December always followed autumn, whose snow is real living water. Previously, during all three winter months, the earth slept, was renewed, and in the spring it was fed by melted living water. It soaked into the soil and fell into the rivers. The earth and waters after the winter were full of strength and life to help the flowers and buds on the trees to bloom, so that a new crop would grow in the summer and enable people and animals to live the whole next year. Winter was a period of necessary rest for the soil and rivers, so that during the spring, summer and autumn, to bloom and give a rich harvest for all living things.

Shaggy miracle floats.

And puts a hat on a hat.

Winter is able to give - warmth!

Life without love is like winter without snow.

Everyone whispers to himself: Winter

Autumn and winter are wonderful. These gray landscapes of natural silence are beautiful. This is a symphony of fire and ice from leaves and snow magic. This is a sweet melancholy that you want to absorb with all your presence, be inspired and create.

It seems to me that the fundamental difference between the Finnish and Russian approach to winter is the cost of a human life. The Finns believe that human life is priceless, that in the city no one should be maimed and die from falling icicles and experience some kind of discomfort. And in Russia, as we know, a human life is worth nothing. And if an icicle fell on your head, if you slipped, broke your leg, then it is clear that you will not receive any compensation. Maximum - the authorities will shrug their shoulders, they will say: well,

I like to admire the snowstorm from the window, in the morning, lying under a warm blanket.

Days slipped away into the past, and autumn was replaced by winter. The breeze blowing from the Misty Mountains was gradually filled with a chilling cold, the flying foliage rustled dryly, and the silvery blue of the sky faded.

The path is dangerous in the wilderness.