It's a superstition, make s wish on the last winter snow,
The wish, only a good one, will come true..
I heard in one village,
Few days we spent with people who were living there,
It was cold, and we stayed home,
Me, my sister, a few girlfriends..
Small house, warm, home made bread, milk, sour cream, traditional food,
How the smells, some times I bake bread myself because of that, yummy...
