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I poked my head out of the stack of straw [where I
stayed overnight] and got stupefied... Nothing reminded of yesterday's
snowstorm, there was bright sun and immaculate white snow. What a beauty the world is! What a joy the life is! Racked
with hunger and broken with tiredness I forgot everything for a moment looking
at a herd of tubby and well-kempt horses going to water.
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