About snowflake. Once the snowflake fell on the city. She was so small that, perhaps, could hide in a needle ear. In that city, at the time October went to the end. Nobody noticed the flowing nature of the solar splendor of the flowing nature, but it appeared as it is impossible. It was already cool enough, and the snowflake could a little to travel. She sprawl fell between colorful leaves, circling in the wind; It took a couple of passers-rods on the trickles, and found out: what is he is a city. Its metal between houses: high and low, wide and thin, different breed, decorate and roof shapes. Her Melo on the roads, Luggles and the Westerns of the Dusty City, and everywhere, trees, bushes, blasting and leaves grew everywhere. The sun shone through them, and here
Snowflake, already slightly lowered from the lighted flight, recalled as in the past life, being another drop, lived and flowed in a single stream of the forest stream. I remembered how happily jumped on the stones and sparkled in the light, and how everything was around alive, green and ... usually. Ordinary beautiful green thickets and hitting the key of life, part of which she was, and broke out, evaporated, carved ... At that moment, the snowflake was swaying in a stream of the wind, shone in the sun and looked at the sky, after the city streets. Having admired, saw it beautiful, and the streams of the wind, trees, the leaves, as it was all beautiful on the background of the city! Snowflaw extended, looked at the Sun in the focus, smiling, - melted with a droplet, fell on the tip of the sheet ... and there and the poets arrived ...