This story happened to me a few years ago. Sitting by the window and listening "A Winter's Tale", I was sad. I didn't use to like winter, because it's bleak and uninteresting. That was the Christmas night, but my mood wasn't the same. Suddenly I heard a strange noise. Like someon's walking through trees. This interested me, and I went out from the chalet and found a stringe of inconspicuous footprints. It was particularly freezing hard, so I took warm clothes from the house and followed them. The footprints didn't even think to stop. Finally I reached their end. It was a large cavern. If the footprints didn't go into it, I would even not notice. Came into, I discovered a really weird situation - in the middle of a cave glade were a circle of big snowmen. Firstly I surprised, but then I thought - who built this? It's probably a man, whose footprints I saw during the way. I felt terrible, and hurried to get out of there. But I remember it forever - was it a winter's tale or a mysticism? Anyway, for some inexplicable reason from that time I began to like winter - except its cold
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