Story #6

Sixth story

We lived in an apartment building. For me, it was a large building: six entrances, nine floors, four apartment on each floor, a total of 288 apartments. In general, in childhood everything around us seems bigger than in actually is. The other day I looked at a map and I saw that my route to school, which seemed very long and difficult to me, was actually very simple and short. But in childhood it wasn't just a route, it was an adventure. Every day we looked forward to something new and exciting. For example:

September 1st. Have you noticed how cold it has gotten outside? Yesterday it was warm and sunny, but now it's not.  There is a slight chill around. Every time this day is short, and you return home happy and early. You don't have to do anything, just come to school tomorrow. And tomorrow you will come to school, and this day will be filled with the remnants of yesterday's happiness.

The corridor silence. Have you noticed, that the silence in the school corridor varies and depend on various factors? Listen it or try to remember how you felt when you leave the classroom to go to the toilet. Or when you come very early and not all the lights in the corridor are on. Or when all classes are over. These are all different silences and noises, and each of them has its own charm.

The First snow. That feeling when you wake up and see only whiteness outside window. You step  outside, and take a deep breath of the frosty air. It doesn't burn your throat, but rather leaves a plesant sensation. Everthing around is white and amazing. The snow crunches plesantly under your  boots. If you leave early, you will become a pioneer, and even if you leave late you will find a place where no one has ever been before.

The First Ice. Now, even as an adult, I can become a child if I see ice under snow. Who among you  remembers that feeling when you get a running start and push off to fly across the ice. And it doesn't matter if you fall, because you were flying and at that moment nothing exists for you.

Piece of poetry. Sometimes You have to learn a piece of poetry, it is not interesting in most cases. But there is a little worry that you think about when you go at school. Maybe you haven't learned it, or on the contrary, you are joyful, because you really want to recite this poem. While you are walking, you may not notice everything around you or everything will appear bright.

Explosion of foliage. The winter greets us with whiteness, but the fall and the spring can also delight us. The fall colors are varied and bright, you can make a bouquet or wreath of maple leaves. In spring, you suddenly see the tree crown turn green. You remember that just yesterday they were gray and empty, but today they are a riot of green.

Titmouse. I growed up in St.Petersburg. It's in the north, but not as far as the polar bear. In my  memmory titmouse's song began in the spring. You are sitting and doing a test in class, there is silence all around and unexpectedly you hear a loud and bright song. Only in this year I know that it is titmouse. This song is like a trigger telling us that summer holidays are comming soon.