Письмо на английском другу о зимней природе

London, NW2 2LK

My Dear Mark

How are you? Winter has come to us. Finally, we will play with our friends in the snowballs.

Everything around is white, covered with fluffy mild snow. On the branches of trees, especially on the broad paws of fir trees, there are heaps of snow, similar to hats. All branches leaned under the weight of snow. When the snow falls from the tree, the branch is straightened out.

The sky is clean, blue. In the sun, the snow is shining, shimmering and playing with all the colors of the rainbow, even looking painful for this luxury. Frost. The snow is screaming and hiding under his feet. If you take a little bit of snow and look carefully, then every snowflake is like a work of art, as if some kind of fabulous master jeweler made these tiny tailor-made stars.

Come to me with fun here.

Lapron Peters