Snow birds fly

Autumn. Evening. Gets dark early. Dank. Rather, go home, look at the floor and my head is spinning: "I did not have time to hang the work of students. Tomorrow I will do.", "Head teacher requested a holiday plan, again not sleep half the night, " "Bread not at home", "Ivanov again interfered with lesson "… Then something changed, instead of nasty wet drops - a little gentle snowflakes. Snow bird flew! Magic spilled from the sky! "How I understand that Ivanov. .."