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The cloud continues to tell ...
Winter came with a north wind, branches of trees broke under the weight of snow.
Sometimes I flew over the monk's hut and looked attentively at the door. Sometimes I saw on paper, pasting the door, a floating monk's shadow with moss on a tray. How well they live!
Already the winter recedes and in bud buds spring comes. On a spring day, the sound of melting water on the river is heard louder and the mountains are covered with blossoming azalea.
I unconsciously looked at my reflection in the river and heard the approaching steps.
Oh!!! It was that same big-eyed monk with a mossy stone in his hands. Well overwintered moss beautifully shimmered in blue-green color. The monk crossed the river on the rocks and descended to the site of the former moss habitat.
The monk laid the moss on his former place in the former position and said.
Today we will finish this.
I try, but I can not concentrate on the translation of a fairy tale. Eyes are hidden from sleep.
Today we had a little party, it was late around 10 o'clock back. I usually go to bed about 10 hours. Probably better sleep.
Tomorrow I will continue the story. Good night!!!