windows

Late autumn. The end of November. It is gloomy, overcast, and when the sun hides behind dark clouds heavy with moisture, it seems that evening has come. Why is my birthday this month?

I'm looking out the window, waiting for my friends to come. Raindrops mixed with snow are slowly crawling on the glass. The trees have stripped off all their leaves and only bare twigs stretch towards the sky. People try to dress warmly, but choose such clothes so that they do not get wet from the rain. Some girl jumped out into the street without a hat and is now almost running, pulling my head into my shoulders and turning my face away from the cold wind.

My best friend Vaska appeared. He tries to jump over dirty, shallow puddles at a run. He jumps through them like a grasshopper! I'm going to look for warm wool socks tied by my grandmother, because he definitely got his feet wet in almost icy puddles. Don't let him get sick, you can catch a cold so easily in the fall.