Late March. In the midst of a series of already warm days, a frosty night happens, and by morning the river freezes in a thin glassy stiffness near the shore. I took flowers from the garden. The primroses-marbles, taken out of the forest a year earlier, took root and bloomed the day before. One of them is full of strength, the other - with farewell beauty. Being already under the ice, they stretched and clung to the surface, saying goodbye to the sun, both...

by mila pobedina