A little sparrow flutters past the window, pulling you back from the past.
Are you annoyed? You are not annoyed,
Instead, a smile appeared on his lips, and he even began to wonder where it came from.
You imagine it flying through the heavy curtain of snow toward the distant woods.
There is a vast snowfield under it, with a row of telephone poles standing on the snow.
There was one centimeter of snow lying on the wires as thick as fingers, and there were two little sparrows shrunk into balls of fur.
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