“I look with sadness at the snow mountain in the garden: it has softened, it is flowing, the sled has pushed through it. It's March, winter is over. Yesterday, for the first time, we served “larks” from the bakery for tea. They are so beautiful, ruddy, you can’t stop looking at them. A ruddy head with eyes made of blueberries peeks out from a braided braid as if; but this is not a braid, but this is how the wings are folded. The larks have arrived - spring has come. I'm both happy and sad. It's always sad when good things go. There were a lot of good things in winter..."