Next to my house there was always a "wind sleeve" - at any time of year and in any weather it blows so that the ears lay. What about such a wind as now.
I felt like I was part of an expedition.
I go home tired and unhappy. I go hard, barely overcoming the opposite resistance and rubbing from the snow. After a while, I pursue two 10-year-old boys who go even slower because of their mass.
As soon as I overtake them, one of them, the larger one, whispers through the teeth: “Push, push, you can, don’t give up!”
In the end, a man decided to win the race, who overcame me.
But here the strongest blow of the wind causes the thin boy to fall from his feet, me with a face shaken by horror and suffering (behind a long exhausting day like no-nick) to turn 180 degrees and sadly watch him fall; and the second, shouting dissatisfied, "Well, he doesn't eat!" was caught by the man and with a very patient sight held until the wind was slightly quiet.

A rough family of polarists in the capital.