Вот и снег выпал. Как долго я...

So the snow fell. How long have I been waiting for him. Flakes stuck to the windows. A wind with a blizzard shakes the wires and branches in all directions, and it is not clear whether the snow is still falling or whether the wind is sweeping from the trees. Blizzard. Involuntarily, some sad thoughts about the past arise. Nostalgia for the past, for Russia. And nothing can be seen from the window from these flakes. Feeling of fairy tales and mysteries of the upcoming holiday. There are still bare branches, only the fastest ones, who managed to throw off their flexibility with what they tried to stick to. This snow is an update. purification, not only of air, but of everything: soul and body. And involuntarily, you yourself become a member of this update. He will color everything from head to toe, all houses, all windows, all trees. From snowplows snowdrifts have already plowed. A good half of the stores' hospitals - libraries, and so - are closed. But how long have I been waiting for this snow! So long that I even forgot. And then he finally recalled himself, so unobtrusively. He offers me to forget everything, to plunge into the past, what was pleasant with me and what is. He, like a doctor in a white coat, is silently silently present at the patient. Let it never melt ... until next spring. Let the poem of the wind fringe nature. I will rejoice invisibly to this eternal mystery.