And looking back,
Winer was favorite time.
Of course, summer was the best.
Without winter, no New Years gifts,
Santa Claus would melt,
No ice, snow fakes shine,
Making a wish near two roads at night.
We had cold winters - 27, 31.
Walked without gloves, ate snow, icicles,
Got home all wet, coughing, frozen a bit,
Our mothers would pray:
One more day, one more day.
I heard a story,
Few girls went to a party,
Across the river.
Walking back home and
A woman all in white, stopped them and said:
Don't walk here at night,
Look, see those stars,
Five stars on the sky shining far,
Go there, - pointed hand in white glove.
The girls went the wrong way,
By a mistake,
Towards the forest, not the city.
It was a snow storm
By the time they reached home.
Some woman said,
It was Winter herself,
Showing the right way.
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