It’s frosty today. It is normal for us. «The frost and the sun — day is fine!» — we often say this when it’s frosty and at the same time we have nice mood. It is a line from a poem by our best poet Pushkin. The beginning of the poem is translated like this:
Cold frost and sunshine: day of wonder!
Bun you, my friend, are still in slumber —
Wake up, my beauty, time belies:
You dormant eyes, I beg you broaden
Toward the northerly Aurora,
As though a northern star arise!
We are north people. We are glad about frost. The frost is better than wet dirt. Our bad roads become better because their dirt is frozen. We are waiting for the winter despite it is very long.