... wavers its magical wand among the silent falling snow flakes ...
"Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day." - Virginia Woolf ...
... while waiting for shopot zvyozd ("whispering of the stars", as your breaths freeze and fall onto the ground in Siberia) ...
