frost [Theme] Page 2

You can love the rain
If you have a fire.
And three steps away from you
It is raining.
You can love the frost,
If you are ready to frost.

No snow for the New year no celebration of the soul, the helplessness, because the Grandfather the frost - a weapon against Napoleon and Hitler.

The village of Unallo - boring place
Farmers in Unallo - entirely grumpy!
Always have them spreading the dough
Today the cattle and the children are sick.
They have no favorite time of year:
Heat is not good,
Frost is not good.
What in the morning was no weather,
From home they will not go without galoshes.
Mr. Horrow again cold,
Mr. Hilow - sciatica,
Spouses of Adouglas still bad
The old Withered whole body hurts...
All pouting, mad, mad, afraid
And suddenly happen to this problem:
And suddenly all adversity Yes, at once cease,
What to grumble they will become then?!

Frostbitten so that you don't feel the cold.

Snow is cruel to those who sleep in his arms.

- ... I don't like snow, okay? Snow is cool when it goes outside the window, and you sit in front of a burning fireplace with a glass of hot punch.
- I never drink the punch, ' said Sam. I don't know how you do it.
"Me too," Dean said. But the punch I like more than to freeze my feet.

The stalks of onion
Caught the first frost,
Clean.

There is something daring, perhaps,
In the winter, when the frost
Prickly in the wind like a dagger,
Throws at you seriously.
Let the frosty, bitter cold
You freeze, barely breathing,
But how vigorous your soul,
As the blood through the body Boyko circles.

Cracked cold, the cold was intense,
the cold was so mad
even the thermometers in the window knocking -
to warm up a bit begged.

I'm so used to it, to its warmth, when she wasn't around, I literally froze.

If not pneumonia, working in the air, there will be happiness. Winter glory. Only the Germans to starve, not the etudes to write. It is important would Prusakov withdraw such cold weather.

Better mud than the cold,
Hell I hate spawn.
He only pain only brought me,
To spite him, "I love you dirt!".

Frost clouded the Windows wide,
A pattern of intertwined colors and fibers.
Breathe into the area warmly, gently,
In attala glass to see then you can,
What holiday is earth prepared,
How bright our garden, silver all-clad,
There, in heaven, and crimson, and scarlet,
Frosty sun over the roofs stood up.

Frost and apathy are incompatible. North makes a person the boldness and determination, that did not occur in a warmer climate.