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01.12.2010

Yesterday was a snowstorm.
We went to the park. There is a source in the park.
We love the spring water. We use it for drink.
The snowstorm was knocking down us, when we walked through the park.
It seemed all the witches gathered on a Shabash. 
"...Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover;
Flying snow is set alight
By the moon whose form they cover;
Blurred the heavens, blurred the night.
Swarms of devils come to rally,
Hurtle in the boundless height;
Howling fills the whitening valley,
Plaintive screeching rends my heart..."
A.S.Pushkin

Today is -25C out side :(

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