Winter is a season of white tenderness, but also teeth colder than death ... In the echo ring crystalline eternity, the night laughs blandly. Fluffy droppings are cotton, in which it seems that desires come true, but blizzards are a cruel fist promising pain and suffering ... Winter has many faces, and life is such - you can find love, but also ice become your blood ... Not looking for your standards in it! Just look and say, "I want, I want, I want to live!" And live ... with open eyes!
