Snow and child

Children's Children's home in the snow and looked out the window. Imagine the glass was installed. Like all the other kids wanted to go to the park.Children's Children's home in the snow and looked out the window. Imagine the glass was installed. Like all the other kids wanted to go to the park. Children swing as you would be happy. Would turn in Ferris wheel. Other children would mix with the sound volume.All the children would mix with the sound of birds. And would be very happy. Would be enough to just go to the park. She did not want anything else.To be happy at the end of the two chains would be enough for a small piece of wood at him. "Ah! could now be in the park. "he said.He touched the glass with his hands. Coldness of the glass to his tiny heart. Happily as the barrier between the glass abruptly. Out that a white cloth. How they had covered the whole place. On the other hand was a small little white particles in the sky.How many were on. As if they were playing among themselves. One ran screaming from left to right. Just like kids. Bit more uptight and timid happiness like. Somebody, "is no longer enough to go home now" to say, would take away all of them.Seeing the child looked out the window, slipped his mind ... the joy of small white particles in the surrounding grief. Pulled from glass in hand.To postpone their dreams of spring, go to the park. Because of the snow that had learned the names of these small white particles found in the spring when it was. Heating the inside of his tiny heart, joyous dance of the snowflakes.In a sprightly forward in the school yard playing ball with the snow came the sounds of children in your ear, what was beautiful. Kids do the coal-eyed, carrot-nosed snowman when you see the smiling face, even with added snowflakes.Was happy to park it went, wanted to scream in joy. Want to be heard before the one in the world with all the snow. "We love the snow! I love you all! "He shouted.And more rapid growth and profits, while daydreaming of playing with them, his mother heard the boy who called him. Aircraft if the aircraft down with joy how snowflakes into the arms of the earth, the child was lying just went like snowflakes on her mother's lap.