ÿþ<html> <head> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=windows-1251"> <meta name="GENERATOR" content="Microsoft FrontPage 3.0"> <title>Darkness - Snowy Nonsense</title> </head> <body background="space013.gif" link="#89A7F5" vlink="#89A7F5" alink="#000080" bgproperties="fixed"> <p align="center"><font color="#89A7F5" size="5"><strong>Snowy nonsense</strong></font></p> <p align="left"><font color="#89A7F5"><strong><br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Seven a.m. In the street it's still darkly. In a window burns light. Green&nbsp; and blue mysterious light. I stand,&nbsp; I look at it and I'm getting surprised. Being unable to force myself to believe, that it's just a curtain. Silly? As well as everything, that today has taken place. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And has taken place that. I have woken up from colds one hour prior to an alarm clock. Has woken up and was surprised: the window was open.&nbsp; Heap of snow laid on the floor. On a window sill one more. The snow continued to fall. Firstly I tried to understand what happened. What has made me (or not me?) to open a window. The strange guesses flashed in a head.<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - The nonsenses is all this, - having thought, I&nbsp; decided, - what the difference why is it open?<br> And I went to the kitchen, has got from a ice-box a package of tomato juice, has opened it and drank a drink. The cold has reduced teeth and throat. I have returned to a window, holding in hands a package.<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - What have I to do with the snow? On the one hand, everything that there is in my apartment on the second floor is mine. On the other hand what for to me the snow? And in general, if it has flown here - itself let and takes off. - I drank some more juice. - Surprisingly it turns out. If I shall close a window, instead of snows there will be a pool. If I shall leave it opened - heap can increase up to the horrifying sizes. mm & <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I did not close a window. Snow from a window sill I have dumped to the floor, on increased cold heap has lowered one hand. Having put juice on parket then the other hand too. Then began to press the snow, and through the instance from the large heap there was one piece of a dense mass. Having took in hands all snow flakes, that has been falling throughout this time, I have put them from above. Again pressed. Ice mountain & In my room!!!<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - It is beautiful. - I have thought. - But something does not suffice.<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Having made one more drink of juice, I have poured out everything, that was in a package, on mine & pie. Red jets, as blood, &nbsp; have spread on ice. Drew strange figures. In one of them I have found out myself riding grey horse through the&nbsp; narrow bridge over mountain gorge & And then I wore a coat and as I&nbsp; was in&nbsp; pyjamas and home slippers, has taken my &quot;pie&quot; and has taken out it to the yard. Has put in the middle of a court yard. The rare passers - by hastening somewhere in the early sunday morning through a blizzard, looked at me with surprise. And I with not by smaller surprise peered at a green - light-blue window of the next house. The window frame in my room and has remained opened & <br> <br> </strong></font></p> <blockquote> <blockquote> </blockquote> </blockquote> </body> </html>