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Snowman
- This is not a house, this is a hippodrome, ”says our dad. And he is right, a thousand times right. What else to name the apartment, at which someone constantly rushes and jumps, not forgetting to sniffly scream or, in the moment of relative lull, to sing songs? These someone are our wonderful children.
Recently, both Sasha and the lion are really wonderful. Behind them is not listed either large curtains or small ones. They are obedient, helpful in everyday life, have forgotten recent quarrels. They play - very amicably. And very, very noisy. They arrange catch -ups, hide and seek, build impromptu slides of armchairs and pillows. All this is in the vast a small two -room apartment.
Children! Is it possible to be quieter?! - Dad is indignant.
It is necessary for them to somehow lose energy, - I intercede.
Eh, it was good in the summer! Sasha and Leo were driving until late in the courtyard from the horde of the other children, hungry-old ones resorted home, barely informed their legs to beds. And in winter the courtyard is empty, dull and renewed.
Winter walks are generally dubious pleasure in our area [ 1 ]. Evil wind, pungent snow in half with rain. Without emergency, you can’t break out into the street. And suddenly - a miracle! The snowball fell soft and fluffy, the sun gilded the snowdrifts, the wind humbled its anger, and in our closed courtyard, a calm was established.
- Mother! Let's go build a snow woman! - Leo rejoiced, looking out the window in the morning.
I must say that by the age of four, the experience of the Babostroofing has not accumulated in the youngest. We only read about this wonderful winter fun in books:
... February snow, weak-blind,
It was crumbling at hand
But just for a snow woman
We need this ...
The lion, once seeing a snowman in the picture, fell in love with all the childish heart. Sasha poured oil into the fire:
- Do you remember what kind of woman we sculpted in Pskov? Above me! Above you!
Of course, I promised the children that as soon as the right weather was established, we will put a whole army of snowmen. And now it's time to fulfill the promise.
On the street we were waiting for a great disappointment - snow, so fluffy in appearance, categorically refused to sculpt in snowballs, and even more so - to slide into the balls necessary for construction.
Sasha waved his hand:
- I’d better go home to do your homework. It is cold and boring here.
And Lyovka stood in the middle of the courtyard, almost crying from resentment. I was also upset. After all, this, probably, is one of the best memories of childhood - as they sculpted with the parents of the woman, they built snow fortresses.
ABOUT! Fortress! Of course, it is easiest to build it from the same snowy comments as the snowman, but there are alternative technologies. For example, a plywood box in the yard is lying - a very useful device. And we also need shovels, pelvis, buckets - all that can rake snow.
Children quickly approved such an initiative. Sasha knocked out the bottom from the box, began to throw snow into the resulting shape. Leo agreed to the position of a molder of the “bricks” - climbed into the box in order to trample the naughty material. The first brick is ready, the second, third ...
And then boys and girls began to gather - everyone missed each other and sat in home walls. I, taking this opportunity, ran home - to enjoy such a rare silence recently. And an hour later, looking out the window, she saw that the snow architects had completed construction and are in charge of the fortress built by their own hands.
Nevertheless, we did not leave the hope of building a snowman. Every day they ran out into the street - touch the snow, try for stickiness. And every time they were disappointed. The children played up with the fortress, got bored again, lost their fascinating excitement:
We do not want to go outside. Cold, boring. Better we wander at home.
No, dear children, noisy games - in the yard.
What is there between snowdrifts ...
Wandering between snowdrifts is really not very interesting. Moreover, they were already coded, heavy, became dense and prickly. But on a sled to ride such a coating is the very thing.
I looked at the Gismeteo website. Forecasters generously promised our region another week of winter. Well, we have time to buy and run in sled - at least a little.
Sancti children chose bright, funny and large - to fit together. They tried it on mom - also approached. And we spent a few more in the cheerful winter ugliness - we rode from the hill and on the sled. And just a somersault, they came home themselves like snowmen, wet, tired and satisfied.
And then in one night the snow turned into a wet gray cotton wool. It rained again, the yard was flooded with melt water. Leva, going out into the street, slipped and plopped into a puddle.
Mom, let's go, we’ll play at home! ..
Yeah, yeah! Leo, I'm rolling you on a horse, ”Sasha picked up.
Well, you will have to endure the horses galloping around the apartment again. Fortunately, there is very little left until this spring-just a month. It is only a pity that we did not have time to blind a snowy woman.
To be continued...
For the previous publication, see here .
1 See: E. Cherepitskaya. Conquest of the elements // "PG", No. 49 (470) of December 23-29, 2009