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Time flying

-Talk about spring, do you?
I stared indignantly at heavy snow falling down eagerly,
winter’s way. I hated to see it in late April, it was annoying.
I wished we were having warm days, and flowers, and but-
terflies, but there was snow round-about instead.
‘Chaos and disorder, shame on you!’ I addressed the
snow outside.
Instantly, back to my outrage, out of the snow turned up
my old friend, the snow elf Snezhik. Actually, his name was
Snowelf, but he changed his original name and looks just
out of principle. Now, instead of a beautiful pale blue-eyed
elf with white-blond long hair swirling about him, on my
windowsill was sitting fluffy Snezhik: unkempt hair, a pink
upturned nose, pointed small ears in odd directions; his
round blue eyes were flashing angrily.
‘Are you unhappy again? Swearing? You don’t like snow?
Want a warm quickly?’ Snezhik kept on grumbling, showing
his sharp diamond- like small teeth.
‘Oh, Snezhik, don’t fuss’. His questions caught me off guard.
‘Yeah, right. It bugs me, all that hectic life with your con-
stant ‘quicker’, ’faster’, ’Ah!’ ‘Oh!’. All your human life is just
an instant, compared to Eternity. And you are making time,
pushing ahead. Barely can you get on your feet, you start
running: faster and faster. All your brief life is devoted to
reaching somewhere. Minutes, hours, days of life - all that
is stuff for you, a waste of life. But real life values every mo-

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