night train again!

i spent half of my childhood in Peterburg. near Peterburg. i remember fields and bysicle. my short hairs, huge stones and trees. cows and chickens. big. everything seemed to be big. my short hairs. bruises on my knees. second floor of our wooden home. our big dog. everlasting builted house. i used to jump down from the 3 floor to a hill of sand. every summer. till one day when i grow up and didnt go there.

so may be i don't know Peterburg at all. i came back to the city itself couple of summers again. with a long hairs already.

but i ve never seen it covered with snow.

i will come back in 3 days.