Only a few days before winter starts...
It doesn't feel like winter though. No snow, nothing. I feel like sitting at home, drinking tea with Vasyok and refreshing our memories from the summer.
Only a few weeks before New Year...
The winter concert is the only thing that makes going to Moscow exiting. And Grandma and Vasyok, of course. I have a feeling that it is going to be the best New Year in my life. We are starting to prepare now. We learn songs on Skype and think about decoration all ready. We even decided where to stand on our imaginary stage. It's going to be the first New Year that we are going to celabrate at Vasyok's dacha. We spent our summer there (before and after going to Montenegro).
My mind is full with memories, wishes and thoughts and suggestions for the winter concert. I even forget about the present. Everything in my mind seems better than the present. Oh! How I want it to be New Year now! I don't want to see the brownish leaves on the helpless trees anymore. I want to see the shining snow, I want to hear the shouts of joy around the neighboorhood that would unite everyone and make them forget all their worries...
It doesn't feel like winter though. No snow, nothing. I feel like sitting at home, drinking tea with Vasyok and refreshing our memories from the summer.
Only a few weeks before New Year...
The winter concert is the only thing that makes going to Moscow exiting. And Grandma and Vasyok, of course. I have a feeling that it is going to be the best New Year in my life. We are starting to prepare now. We learn songs on Skype and think about decoration all ready. We even decided where to stand on our imaginary stage. It's going to be the first New Year that we are going to celabrate at Vasyok's dacha. We spent our summer there (before and after going to Montenegro).
My mind is full with memories, wishes and thoughts and suggestions for the winter concert. I even forget about the present. Everything in my mind seems better than the present. Oh! How I want it to be New Year now! I don't want to see the brownish leaves on the helpless trees anymore. I want to see the shining snow, I want to hear the shouts of joy around the neighboorhood that would unite everyone and make them forget all their worries...
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