The most beautiful winter day was when, for the first time this year, it snowed. Whiteflies and dancers flew through the air. The blizzard, old and rough old man, was scattering the crystalline snow.
I was watching the special show from home and I would have liked to go outside, but it was too cold. There was a pleasant warmth in the room and my grandmother's hot tea was very fragrant. The gentle vapors came out lightly, the red light, and outside, the fury of winter did not cease. Ice flowers formed on my window, as if they wanted to enter the house in the heat. The beautiful houses of the village could barely be seen. I imagined winter as an elegant woman dressed in a long, shiny coat, with an icy soul, because she sifted thousands of crystalline flakes with her human coat and froze in her path. The beauty of winter can hardly be described!
I was thinking of the forest animals that are definitely hibernating, preparing for the rebirth brought by spring. The deciduous forest is as it were bare without green and copper leaves, and the one that brings a breath of ice to the landscape is the shining snow.
The best winter day was when, for the first time this year, it snowed. White flakes and dancers flew through the sky. The blizzard, old and harsh Santa, was blowing away the crystalline snow.
I was watching the special spectacle of winter from the house and I wanted to go outside, but it was too cold. There was a pleasant warmth in the room and the hot tea made by Grandma was very aromatic. The gummy steam came out easily, slightly from the red cup, and outside, the anger of winter did not cease. Flowers were formed on my window
