Mar 10
The Spring has come, despite all this snow and night frost, the Spring is already here, the Spring is with us. It is in the azure of heavens in the mornings, in the cheerful shine of the Sun, in the long icicles under the roofs, in twittering birds which make their’s nests and even in snow-drifts. Snow-drifts feel it, they shrink and pull on dirty-gray blankets, creep into shade and pretend being ice, but the Sun beams know no mercy to them. The Spring is in the flowers, both which are in the green-houses and in the forest dells. The Spring is in the grass and soil. The Spring is already here.
