Rubber boots and swamps

This day came with spring wind. As for with yearly March, warm and fragrant wind. Yes, fragrant, as it smells spring. It seems winter has passed. The world now seems to me not so cold and stranger. I hope there will not be snow anymore and the color of sky will not remind the old tin.

At this moment the sparrows rage in the dirty swamps outside, and children in colored rubber boots enjoy the spring no less than sparrows.

Isn't that magic? Or maybe a dream? No, it's spring.

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