Winter in Moscow

Well attired in heavy winter clothes, boots and thick leather gloves I sprinted across the Ulitsa Mosfilmoskaya and into the park that surrounded the grounds of Moscow University. The temperature was a few degrees below zero, in the depth of winter and the trees in the park were all bare but covered with snow. In the night, the temperature had dropped even lower and caused all the snow, on the branches of the trees and on the ground to turned crystalline. I had to trot carefully as the snow on the ground had turned to ice and extremely slippery. But the whole scenery that met my eyes was like a fairy land and with the weak sun that filtered through the park it was all so splendid and picturesque. In short, the whole park was so beautiful that words can hardly give adequate description of it. It was all silent, no birds were found among the trees, it was far too early in the morning. Later in the day, sparrows and other small species of birds would come out to look for food. There were no other human beings around, I was all alone in this wonderful world of crystals and white snows cape and light sunshine.