Snow, snow, snow again, it's snowing.
It's wet, dirtily, cold outside.
It's warmly, cozily, quietly, comfortable inside.
We like comfort. We can not already do without the comfort.
I am going to the country, where there are snow a lot and memoirs.
Russian space has the ability to cause in man a longing for a lost paradise.
Is it remembrance of the future? I have a self-portrait.It is called "Remember about Future."
Russian space has the special nation of people with a desire for something unrealizable or lost long ago.
Russian man lives either with past either with future, but never lives in the present.
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