Even wearing thick cotton shoes is like stepping barefoot on ice.
That is, "cold" can no longer be called cold, but "pain". There was the kind of pain in the forehead and the back of the head when it was slammed. The nose was even more painful, so I had to breathe with my mouth. And the ears seem to have hardened.
His eyes were stimulated by the cold and burst into tears, and the tears steamed in the cold air like iron. The lenses of the glasses were blurred and soon covered with indelible ice, and the metal spectacle frames were frozen colder than the cold air, and the occasional touch of the temple or cheek stung like an iron awl sticking into that place. I took off my glasses, and soon my unobstructed eyeballs were freezing and aching, so I had to blink my eyes quickly and move forward, relying on the brief moments that things remained on the retina to discern the way. After walking two streets, I finally closed it completely, and my heart counted from one to ten, then I opened my eyes and looked at it quickly, and then closed my eyes and counted from ten to one.
Even the fingers can't be straightened!
It was then that I thought about my mother over and over again... Especially the thought that the place I was going to was still so far away... Especially thinking that that place will be even colder... Especially thinking that this cold road will go back and forth endlessly tonight, this life will continue little by little...
It is when the lights are calm, in the empty and white streets, pushing a scooter to move, a cart of pots and pans, a cage of bedding - all the belongings. The cart traveled alone in the cold current. The exerted force was also frozen and frozen, and this force was frozen in the mechanical advance of this car. The car was full of dark things silent in the journey, keenly sensing my every throbbing, lonely, frightened—and wanting to give up...
Just walking, stopping under a window, looking up, remembering the past... On those equally cold days, we were wrapped in fur coats from head to toe, and we rode on horses and plows through the snowy fields. The snow splashed by the horses' hooves flew all over the sky. We curled up on wooden climbing plows back to back, and the walls of snow piled up on both sides of the road were higher than people's heads... We sang songs, and the horsemen were sweating profusely, took off the scarf around their necks, and turned and handed it to me...
Passing by a phone booth, I finally couldn't help it, threw my car and ran over. However, the phone was dialed but no one answered, and the sound of "beep-beep-beep- is like a series of ellipses, omitting the deepest part of the night, the deepest part of the cold... I dried my tears.
It's over!
I'm still here—
Waiting for the bad news to come...
There's also a colder star of hope, and a longer life.
And the poor new home—and four streets—waiting in the depths of the night
There are three more streets...
There's also a street...
And the last few tens of meters...
Got to the place. I let go of my hand, put down the car and sped away, pulled open the unlocked door, threw myself in and cried, Mom...
I found a candle and lit it, then went out and dragged everything to the door and unloaded them into the house. There is no bolt to close the door. So he found a rope and tied the door to the door frame. Then he cleaned up the stove in the corner of the house filled with broken pieces of wood, and raised the stove with a match. I gathered around the roaring stove for warmth, and soon warmed up. I thought that the frozen part of my body would be itchy and painful because of waking up, but I never did. The room was warm as spring and I felt sleepy. I stood up and prepared to find a bucket to go out to carry water, but as soon as I turned around, I slipped and fell heavily on the thick solid ice on the floor of the room. I lay on the ice and shed tears, and saw with my own eyes that the tears fell one by one, instantly frozen on the ice. I finally cried. The world is still cold, where I can't feel it anymore, where I can't feel it anymore – it continues to be cold...
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