My childhood - poems about spring

  Китна пролет Грейна пролетта засмяна, цъфна аления мак; птички пеят сладкогласно от зори до мрак. Във градини и долини, теменужки и гергини ще разцъфнат, ах! Пролет китна щом пристигне, всичко се разхубавява. А родината ни мила, става по-красива.       Детство мое – стихчета за всеки ден, стихчета за „Лека нощ“ В горите …

Tales from the Four Broomsticks Bar - The Walk - Part 2

author: Delta Walk - part 2 And indeed. The two witches had entered deep into the forest. They didn't know how they had pushed themselves into the thick thickets and wondered how they got here. There was no way. Not even a path. Just a bush. The playing field wasn't even level. On one side of them was a steep ravine. On their other side the slope was…

My childhood - White winter - Winter's tale - Snow White

White winter Winter has come, fluffy snow is blowing, The wind is blowing and the storm is blowing... The children are sleeping quietly, curled up under the quilt, the fire is warming them, warming their souls. They dream a sweet dream: "Christmas has come! Meekly under the Christmas tree, the sleigh is waiting for them." Winter's Tale It's snowing, it's snowing, the winds are blowing badly! Outside, winter is going crazy and the fields are flooded. But...