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I wanted to write some kind of heartbreaking post about the Motherland and all that ... Maybe this is from a lack of winter? It is strange here, with dust storms, rains from time to time, sometimes showers and not so frequent clouds. Strange Winter. And then I suddenly, take it, and dream .. That's literally yesterday ... That I am skating on the surface of a large frozen lake. And the frost is so human. And the snow is white with a cleft in the face. Into the nose. Since my mouth is wrapped in a striped scarf .... as I like. In general, recently I often think about winter. And all sorts of moments pop up in my head. Here, for example, we go to the first year after a rehearsal of KVN, whether for a smoke break, or to meet someone. We are laughing. And the snow is pouring in huge flakes. In the black sky it's such a beauty! Or I’m working, but the ambulance is already at the end of Univer and we just drank a couple of drops of something strong with our seasoned paramedics on Christmas occasion and until there is a call I pop out onto the porch with a cup of coffee ... I hear strange Christmas from Agatha Christie. ..and of course the snow is falling in flakes ... And the garlands around and the bells are audible. Or our first winter trip to the laboratory. We walk through the absolutely crazy beauty of a fabulous winter forest ... and the shadows from the Christmas trees ... and the Moon ... and the AR tells some terrible story. And it really gets scary. :) In general, I wanted some kind of heartbreaking post about the Motherland, but everything turned out about winter. Maybe I just do not have enough winter? ...