February is a time of frost and blizzard: but here you go, thaw, read the second week.
I walk by the forest on the trampled trail, and suddenly the mosquito will fly. "Wow, I think, a mosquito - yes, at that time, probably thawed under the king and fell out and flew crazily, from there everything was white and cold." Straight in the face of flying - I gloat with his glove and caught.
What to do - so accurately put it in the face and even in the jacket pocket in his pocket means. At home he was put on the stove, his valenka's wife was hanging on the match-head. Puffed, of course, but they all put it on and put a warm one on the stove. Satisfied, peeks-about the summer tell! Good!