In my homeland there is a custom to build ice figures and buildings to celebrate Xmas and Happy New Year. Such beauty not seldom nowadays: in many countries you can find skilled ice-cutters, who show their masterpieces in the days of cold.
Still there is some greatness to watch the ice city when it's really cold - minus thirty or thirty five by the Celsium scale. It's a living faery tale of frost in front of you.
Autumn in Moscow is stuffy and cloudy. And these days I close my eyes and try to remember this magic view of angel of frost by my skin.
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