A white silence It's snowing-for a first time this year! It's so rarely to snowing before November...It snows wet and havy snow and fast covers everything in the town with a white silence...The street is like a desert island-everyone is at home and nobody wants to be outside. A black smoke is winded out of chimney and takes our troubles high in the sky-let the stars think about them...That at home there is only hapyness. Mum and dad hold in their arms again, a little child plays worriless in the hot room... The shooting snowflakes take our black thoghts away and there is only a white silence... I see high, old and very proud pine in front of my window. It stands to the snow, to the winds, to the storms. Perhaps I must be as it-proud and sure because under the snow and cold garb there are cool, green leaves full with life! In defiance of troubles, cold and silence ther are good fortune, warmth and laugh! My little nephew is asleep. In his life will be some more snowflakes-such that will make angry him when prevent to see the road; such that he will gently removes from the hair to his beloved wife... But now, now he is asleep and dreaming, dreaming about Christmas bells, twinkling lights, Christmas cakes and many. many gifts!