Xxx: The first change, the best that can be in school years.

You get up, a butterfly outside the window, nothing is seen, people begin to walk, the snow crash is heard from afar.

Under the blanket is warm, you raise your hand, it is cold... you have to get up.

You jump sharply, brr, run into the bath, hot water to wash, sharply back, gather, walk into the kitchen, and there sweet black tea and a baton with oil, or frame, sometimes even with sausage.

You crack everything for both cheeks and put on the winter uniform ahead.

Shoes, repair pants, they constantly flew out of socks, leaving an unpleasant nakedness.

Further shell, wrap stronger, so as to stretch the mask, scissors, filling the coat in them, after the jacket and hat.

The fighter is ready.

You go down the stairs 4th floor, 3, 2, 1 and here it is, the door, from the inside a little sloppy from the street, breathing you open the door...

And here it is, this moment when the frosty wind hits your face, but your uniform saves you.

And the way to school begins, along a marked road, looking around on the sides, you observe how the same soldiers are disembarking from other entrances.

The bad guys came out of their socks again.