Allegro non molto To tremble from cold in the icy snow, In the harsh breath of a horrid wind; To run, stamping our feet every moment, Our teeth chattering in the extreme cold
Largo Before the fire to pass peaceful, Contented days while the rain outside pours down.
Allegro We tread the icy path slowly and cautiously, for fear of tripping and falling. Then turn abruptly, slip, crash on the ground and, rising, hasten on across the ice lest it cracks up. We feel the chill north winds course through the home despite the locked and bolted doors... this is winter, which nonetheless brings its own delights.
Dear Richard ! Very striking shot. You also like the street scenes like me and my dear friend Arif. But we are refusing to see that kind of scenes in our daily life. Because we have a fears like to fall in that situation. Our subconscious push us. I like your about with the vivaldi melodies. For talking us in your soft style. Warm Regards. Ali
hi again Richard,here the about does not fit with subject,since its a poor man collecting useful thing from the garbages(I think).regards,and pardon me.
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