Christmas.
On the Christmas I went to my
dacha on the 4th of January with my mum. At dacha we ate pies with cabbage and
apple. Some days we hadn’t snow, just grass, but we managed to make a snowman.
On
the Christmas went rain, and our snowman melted. Then Epiphany’s frosts struck and
we were blocked up by snow.
We had a lot of fun: went for
a walk, breathed of frosty air.
