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Sunday, December 3, 2006

The old white horse

From Veronika (on the drive to childcare):
It was the first snow of the season. I was singing "Snow, Snow, Snow is circling over the fields - in Russian -... What do you see in your dreams?..." - a popular Russian song of my youth.
Gwen: I saw horses in my dream
V: ?
Gwen: There was one big white horse. The head was white, the body was white, tail was also white. It was a very old horse.
V: Why are you so sad?
Gwen: Old is supposed to be sad, even when it is not sad. So we do not offend old ones.