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Intimidated look.

native steppes of the brave cowboy...

Well, hello, short guest of February! Don’t throw snow like that, but rather tell me what you will find with your raid, Is it love, happiness, wisdom or success? Or maybe new roads, a star in your pocket or ringing laughter? Sit down, warm yourself, would you like some tea? You’re angry in your soul, I’ll knit you a sweater, I promise, and give you some lavender in a small sachet. Don’t be angry that you are unwanted and that all your thoughts are there, in the streams of spring, and in my heart I quietly hide a piece of a little dream. Raising the collar of my coat from the evil wind, I will sing about the month of May, looking into your eyes grayer than ashes, I will warm you up, just know that!

- Sort of. Good comparison. Only the prosecutor punishes, and the feuilletonist ridicules.

And in it - the happy laughter of spring!

The New Year is an opportunity to start anew, with gratitude for the past and faith in the endless possibilities that lie ahead. Happy New Year to you!

- This is the explanation for my eternal laughter with people.

The louder the laughter, the more stupid it becomes!

For me, a real home is a home where happiness lives and smells delicious of homemade baked goods: cinnamon, cloves, almonds, nutmeg and vanilla; a house where photographs with smiles hang on the walls, reminiscent of a joyful moment, love and fidelity; a house where sparkling children's laughter sounds, where the tart, sandalwood, subtle aroma of perfume hovers; a house where there are flowers everywhere, where there is a hooligan, red cat, where on the shelves there are only read books and souvenirs brought from distant corners of our huge, wonderful world; a home to which you want to return, no matter where you are, which is now not just a home, but an integral part of you. Sweet home.

When the time comes to listen to your heart, the world is wrapped in a white fluffy blanket. Delicate snow petals are flying, white moths are dancing under the light of lanterns. This is the witchcraft of Princess Winter. Young, beautiful. Her laughter draws patterns... Magical Winter!

- Are you joking? He's a Poe star

...but never use it. Forgiveness is not endless, just like love.

...but never use it. Forgiveness is not endless, just like love.

We are people! We have nothing but pride. We must go not because we are for truth and happiness for everyone, but only to remove this laughter from ourselves... No one dares to look down on people like that, not even the gods!