Morning. I stood at the window and looked at our yard. There was snow everywhere. Just mountains of snow. The calendar has long come the spring. In the past, there was a merry, noisy holiday - the last day of Maslenitsa, when they saw off home during the winter. And winter did not want to leave. On the thermometer that hung on the window, there was one. The sun, the shining in my window, it was hidden behind a cloud. There was a cold wind from the sea. And this is the first day of holidays. The third quarter was challenging for me, but I managed, and finished it without triples. Great load was in the music school. I had to play a lot. All brass musicians preparing for the city competition. So called musicians playing wind instruments. And I play the clarinet. To get to the contest, it was necessary to pass a serious school selection. There you will have a long vacation, here you will rest! "- answers my mother was standing at the window and looked out into the yard. The boys walked in small groups past my windows to the gymnasium. The first school day of the fourth quarter arrived. It is a pity that so quickly passed the spring holidays.
