I continue the theme of the ink dead.
I don’t know who how - but when it snows, it’s always fun for me, my mood always improves. This is due to childhood memories. One of the most vivid memories is Winter, and we are walking with dad along Nevsky Prospect (the main avenue of our city) in St. Petersburg (then our city was called Leningrad). My birthday is in the middle of December, before the new year there is not much time at all - and the city is decorated with garlands and other decorations, bright signs and shop windows. My dad is a naval officer and is busy a lot of time in the service, but this evening he is with me. We left the store with children's goods - he bought me a birthday present - the best set of railways. There was a steam locomotive and many wagons, rails, turnouts from one path to another, a control panel .... And so we left the store, walk along a bright street and it started to snow very heavily. Huge snowflakes swirled and slowly fell. At that moment I was the happiest boy on the whole planet :))