The village... the gorgeous scenery opened in front of you. Summer reveals the boundless expanses of fields covered with dew in the morning, the forests, the top of which sercout in the sun. Here you go through the village and look around how people like ants work, and some rest. You go, go, and there is far - field. In the distance haystacks, accurate collected into bundles. Night so majestically here are shining stars and the month, podagrica them, hangs above the little houses, on the roofs Buddha light.
Winter already comes close in the village overnight. Snow beats on the window, Buddha wants to access. all covered with white soft snow, looking like the clouds, fallen from heaven. Frost formed on the trees and Windows. Blizzard cold whistling his song.