Winter, given us in sensation Bashny.Net

For example, we know that coming into the house need stamped his feet to shake off the snow shoe. We do it by reflex. Because we have snow people, and it's in our genes.



We know the taste and smell of wool scarf that covered our parents we face in the cold. He moist breath, sticky and smells a little sheep.



We know how to woolen mittens formed frost. On the palate it is the same as a scarf, only cold.



We know what it's like clean fresh snow if they bite. And know what icicle taste very, very different. A most delicious, icy twig snap off and lick her.



We distinguish the white silence unlike any other silence, because only the snowy silence fluffy, thick and comfortable. She hugs you, wraps silence lulls.



We know everything about the physical properties of snow. When you first look at the snow, we can say whether it will slurp, crunch or grit under our soles. And is it possible to sculpt snowballs out of it.



We know what a "cold burns". Try to explain it to southerners? Well?



We know how scary and sweet ache cold hands and feet when you come from a long walk home. We know that it is guaranteed to be, but still Noah, groaning and complaining.



We know the feeling of falling snowflakes on eyelashes. We know how slow it melts. As turns into a tear. And running down his cheek.



When you look at a piece of icy paths we know exactly how much should push to ride to the end, and not fall.



We know how to go out from the mouth of pairs if breathe in the cold. Beautifully. White clouds.



We know that feeling fingertips when you draw on a frozen glass. As a first finger slides, then a little heat their icy crust, then numb.



We know (Oh YES!), Which is ineffable buzz finally remove the skates and get into the man's shoes.

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We know how glowing cheeks, if directly from the cold end up going to a very hot house.



We know (Aaaaaa!) That you feel when the collar suddenly covered with snow. With wood, or someone "joke." Kill the Joker!



We know how to hurt "wringing" ears if you decide that you transcend everything and moved out into the minus twenty hatless.



We know the smell of snow. Only southern people can say that again -water snow, it does not smell. Snow smells like snow.



We know how to keep a balance on the slippery icy sidewalk. Why are there! We even know how to get down icy stairs.



We know that if you ride a roller coaster on the portfolios, sore ass. We remember how it hurts. And then his pants wet through.



We know that if the batter heel podmёrzshuyu puddle, and even hurt badly gives up. But still want to smash.



Well, of course, swing! We know perfectly well that a man feels liznuvshy swing winter. Nothing he does not feel good.